SYNOPSIS...older bf!nanami finds out he’s your first time and he intends to make it very special
INFO...older bf!nanami x virgin fem!reader, age gap (earlier 20s, early 30s), virginity loss, consent checks, praise, nipple sucking, fingering, pussy eating, penetration, slight blood, slight crying, creampie, nanami grows kinda feral, not proofread
OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated
Having Nanami as an older boyfriend was such a joy. The maturity, thoughtfulness, communication, love, commitment, and patience you received from him was more than you could have ever asked for. You were always so open with him, telling him everything and just being the annoying girl friend you were. But, there is one thing that you’ve kept hidden for the last six months of your relationship.
Every time things got heated between you Nanami while making out or getting handsy, you always backed out last minute telling him that you “weren’t ready” and he always understood and respected your boundaries. Though, you are ready. If you were to lose your virginity to anyone you’d want it to be your sweet loving boyfriend. But voices in the back of your head start to make you overthink, wonder if he’ll even want you anymore if you confess to him.
It isn’t until you’re here on his bed, hands tangled in his hair while kiss him slowly, passionately. His hands are roaming all over your body, still careful to be respectful. You’re pushing into him, smiling in between kisses. “Have I ever told you how much of an amazing kisser you are?” He chuckles, peppering kisses along your jawline.
A blissful sigh escapes your lips before you answer, “no.” You shake your head, his lips traveling lower down to your neck. Your bottom lip tucks between your teeth, enjoying the moment. His tongue glides along the skin of your neck, gently sucking and kissing, earning little whimpers from you as a reward. His hand grabs at your leg, hooking in over his waist as he pushes his hips into you.
Your breathing grows shallow, heart beating frantically against your ribcage. You gulp, feeling things grow more intense with each passing second before you push Nanami away. “I’m sorry, Kento, I just—”
“It’s alright, sweetheart. I understand you want to take your time with this kind of thing.” He gently grabs your hand, the pad of his thumb rubbing over your knuckles. His brows furrowed as he studies your features, eyes wandering every where else but into his. “What’s wrong, hm? You know you can talk to me,” he says in the most smooth voice, one that makes you wanna spill every secret. You open your mouth to say something, anything, but nothing comes out. “Sweetheart?” He draws out the pet name, he knows something is on your mind.
“Ken, I feel bad for keeping this from you for so long, but,” you sigh, fidgeting with the hem of your t-shirt, “I’m a…virgin.” You finally look in his eyes, clenching your jaw. Your entire body feels like it’s on fire, ears ringing loudly it almost drowns out your heart beat.
His lips part, eyes widening at your words. Deafening silence falls upon you like a tidal wave and you feel the embarrassment rush in. “Fuck,” you whisper, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything I…I’m just gonna go.” You quickly scramble to your feet, grabbing your sweater from off of his bedroom floor. Maybe those voices in your head were right. Why would a man like Kento want anything to do with an inexperienced girl like you, compared to a woman who would know how to please him, give him a what he wants.
Just as you were about to walk out his bedroom, you feel a tug at your arm pulling you back until you hit his broad chest. “Where are you going?” He asked, looking at you. “I never said to leave, sweetheart.” He walks you back over to the bed, taking your sweater from your hands and placing it on the back of his chair. You sit on the edge of the bed, anxiously waiting for the next words to leave his mouth. Eyes follow his every movement, watching the way he walks over to you and kneels down in front you, grabbing your hands in his. “Look at me.” And you do, eventually, meet his gaze. “What’s wrong?”
You find it hard to speak, to even get a peep out. Nerves are shot and it feels like your stomach is twisting in knots. “I just thought that—”
“That I’d be upset you’re a virgin?” He asked, putting it all out there. You nodded your head, biting the inside of your cheek. “Sweetheart,” he chuckles, flashing a smile at you, “you’re too cute for your own good.” He caresses your cheek. “No wonder you’ve been so nervous each time we’ve made out.” He licks his lips, taking a deep breath in before speaking again, “listen, we don’t have to rush into anything. You should’ve just told me, but I understand your feelings.”
You blink a couple of times, your heart rate finally drops, feeling more comfortable with the situation. It felt like a huge weight was lifted off of your shoulders, and even more importantly, you were glad Nanami took it so well. “But, I am ready.” You look away from him.
“What?” His brows furrowed, confusion written on his face.
“I’ve been ready, just been scared, nervous…I don’t know.” You shrug, your voice getting quieter with each word you say.
His hand comes up to your cheek, gently cupping it as he directs your gaze back towards him for the millionth time. “Are you asking me to be your first?” He asks in such a gentle tone, eyes carrying a look of adoration in them. Sheepishly, you nod.
“Always wanted it to be you, Ken. You’re so kind to me, and so patient,” you admit.
“Oh, sweetheart,” he coos, “I’d love nothing more than to be your first.” He kisses the top of your hand, soft lip pressing against your skin as he stares into your eyes. “We’ll go at your pace, yeah?” He smirks.
Everything in you is telling you to pounce on this man and go at it like animals with how he was treating you. It only made him a hundred more times attractive than he already was. Your lips find his as you both fall back onto the bed, resuming the make out session from minutes ago, only this time it’ll actually lead somewhere. The kisses felt more feverish, more passionate, something that’d you been craving this entire time.
“Can I take your clothes off?” He asked, placing a kiss to your jaw. “I’ll take mine off too.”
“Yeah.” You nod, feeling his hands tug at the hem of your shirt. The fabric slipped over your head, your first instinct was to cover your chest, feeling completely vulnerable in this position. His hands carefully undid your pants, pulling them down along with your panties, discarding the items of clothing on the wood floor. You covered yourself up, shutting your legs and holding your chest.
As you watched him get undressed, your eyes landed upon the obvious tent in his shorts, leaving you turned on. His body seemed liked it was carved from the gods, toned biceps, shredded six pack. He looked like he could just easily toss you around, put in whatever position he wanted. Not to mention, you could see how big he was through his boxers, your nerves starting to wrack up again as you began to wonder if it’d even fit. And once he pulled them down, your eyes widened and worry flooded your face.
Nanami let out a light laugh at the look on your face. “What’s the matter?” He asked, rubbing his hands over your thighs.
“Do you think it’ll fit? It’s just…really big, Ken.” Your eyes couldn’t help but wander. He was thick, and slightly long, which is reasonable excuse for your worry.
“It might hurt a little, sweetheart, but that’s why I need to prepare you, yeah? Make it feel good for my sweet girl. Now, don’t hide yourself from me, okay? I wanna see all of you, praise all of you.” He leaned over, kissing your lips again, trailing down further with each one. His hands replaced yours, gently groping your tits, squeezing them in his hands. “Such soft and pretty tits.” He kissed each one. “Can I suck on them? I promise you it’ll feel good.”
Once he gets your approval, he wastes no time, his lips latching onto your hard nipple, hot tongue swirling around the bud. His eyes fluttered shut, a muffled moan escaping his lips. Your hands find themselves in his hair, little pants and whimpers leaving your lips at the foreign sensation. His other hand pulls at your nipple, rolling it between his fingers as he gets lost in thought. He pulls his head up, hazy eyes staring back at you. “Doing okay, baby?” He asks.
“Yes, please keep going.” You bite down on your bottom lip, earning a smile from his as he moves over to your other nipple, tip of his tongue circling over the sensitive skin before taking it in his mouth, suckling on it. “Mmm, Ken,” you whimper, tugging at his hair.
“Feeling good?” He places kisses all over your tits, his touches so gentle. You buck your hips up towards him, grinding against him. “I’ll take that as a yes. You’re feeling needy, aren’t you, baby? Go on, you can tell me.” The flat of his tongue lays against your nipple again, slowly licking, teasing you.
You bring your hand up to your face, covering it, too embarrassed to look at him, to let him hear you. But with each flick of his tongue more whimpers spill out of you, overflowing. His warm lips press kisses to your sternum, traveling down towards your stomach, getting lower and lower until you jolt up. “What…what are you doing?” You ask, dumbly. It was clear what his intentions were with his mouth just inches away from your cunt.
“Just sit back and relax.” He caresses your side. “Open up for me, wanna get a taste,” he murmurs. He gently pushes your thighs open, scooting lower on the bed. His mouth slightly parts, eyes gravitating towards your wet cunt. “Oh, sweetheart, you’re already so wet,” he chuckles, looking up at you. He rests his head against your thighs, lips kissing your skin, worshipping you, savoring you. He plans to tease you as much as possible, he wants you ready.
You body twitches when you feel his fingers ghost over your throbbing cunt, light touches making you yearn for something you’ve never even had before. He kisses down your thighs and towards your pussy, pausing when he finally reaches. He looks up at you for approval and when you scoot your hips closer towards him with the cutest whimper, he dips his head down between your legs and presses the slowest kisses on your clit. The way you gasp makes him smirk, he wonders how you’ll sound when he uses his tongue.
Finally, you feel the flat of his hot tongue dip between your soaked folds, pushing its way up your slit and finding your clit. You sit up on your elbows, brows furrowing in pleasure as Nanami wraps your his arms around your thighs, holding your hips in place. He moans against you, pulling you closer towards him as he starves for more of your taste.
He flicks his tongue across your clit, his chin coated in your juices before he moves his tongue lower, tongue fucking you. You bite down on your plump lower lip, quietly moaning while your eyes watch his every movement, like you were studying him. His tongue slithers back to your clit, circling it before he gently sucks on it. “Hah, fuck,” you gasp, your hand instinctively reaching for his blonde locks of hair.
He lifts his head, licking his lips to not waste any drop of you. “Hey, pretty girl, can we try something?” His voice is gentle, a sense of security in it. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” The pad of his thumb rubs your clit in circles, his other hand caresses your thigh. “Wanna try fingering you while I eat this pretty pussy, get you ready for me,” he explains.
You gulp, nervously looking down at his hands. “Will it hurt as much?” You ask.
“Might hurt a little, but it’ll help. I’ll make you feel good, baby. I never wanna hurt you.” He sits up, moving closer towards you.
You nod slowly, “okay,” you meekly say. Nanami, wraps his arms around your waist, hoisting your leg around him as you both lay on your sides.
“You ready?” He asks, kissing your cheek, his fingers rubbing your slick over your entrance and back over your clit, trying to get you prepared. “Just gonna do one finger for now until you want more,” he whispers into your ear. Slowly, he slides his thick digit into your entrance and you immediately let out a pained sigh. He removes his finger, pressing another kiss to you cheek. “Take your time, baby. You’re okay. Hold on to me if it gets too much.” He continues rubbing your clit in slow circles until you give him the nod of approval to try again.
He pushes his finger past your folds, feeling your walls clench around him as he goes inch by inch. “Mmm.” Your eyes screw shut as you cling onto his broad shoulders, feeling the sting of the stretch. He finally gets it all the way through and you’re panting, clawing at his skin.
“You’re alright, sweetheart,” he reassures. “Hey, look at me,” he grabs your face in his direction, “it’s okay.” He kisses your lips as you whimper against his. “I’m gonna start moving my hand now.” You hold onto him tighter, the burn making you wince as he pulls his hand back and pushes his finger back in, slightly gaining in speed.
You can’t seem to look away from him, melting into his touch as the pain slowly turned to pleasure, feeling your body accept him just like you wanted this entire time. He presses his forehead against yours, bodies pressed up against one another as you fight back the urge to kiss him until you’re breathless. Your hips rock into his hand, following his movements. “Want more,” you whimper, nodding at him.
“Want more, pretty? Yeah?” He pecks your lips, carefully sliding his ring finger into your entrance. You whine at the stretch, taking in a deep breath when you feel his fingers curl up, repeatedly hitting your g-spot. Your cunt squelches around his fingers, sucking them in. “You’re doing such a good job,” he whispers, working fingers faster until you’re a moaning mess.
Wet kisses make their way down your neck, moving lower down to your chest as he repositions himself at the end up of the bed, fingers still curling inside you. He pushes one of your legs back, eyes intently watching the way your pussy takes his fingers so well. Without warning, the flat of his tongue presses down your swollen clit. “Oh fuck!” You gasp, gripping at the sheets below you. Your body shivers with pleasure, the sensation of his tongue and fingers sending you to cloud nine.
Your head falls back on the pillow, eyes rolling back, legs threatening to close around his head. He slurps your pussy, tongue working its way through your folds to get every last drop. He’s moaning at your taste, breathing heavily through his nose. His hand pushes your leg back farther, nearly up to your chest, as he works hard to drive that orgasm out of you. “Ah! Oh my gosh!” You cry out, clutching at his hair, pushing his head down when he sucks on your sensitive clit once more. “Ken, baby, I think—fuck!” You squeal, rocking your hips on his face. Your legs close around his head as your orgasm arrives, body quivering, and every touch is heightened. That doesn’t stop Nanami, low eyes watching how prettily your back arches off the bed, your walls squeezing his fingers. “Hah! Ah! Yes!” You moan.
Nanami finally lifts his head, chest heaving up and down as he looks at you with the most love in his eyes. “Fuck, baby, you did so good. Come here.” He rushes to plant his lips on yours, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. His dick is throbbing, oozing pre from the tip just from watching you cum. “You alright?” He asks, petting your cheek.
“I’m okay.” You nod. “Thank you.” The sweetest smile spreads across your face, one that makes his chest fill with warmth. “But, I think I’m finally ready.” You look down towards where you two meet, only inches away from one another.
“You sure? We don’t have to if you don’t want to. I want you to be comfortable,” he says softly.
“I promise I am. Just…go slow,” anxiousness riddled your tone.
“Of course. Let me know at any time if you wanna stop.” He presses a kiss to your forehead. The nerves build in your chest, and your stomach fills with butterflies. He repositions his hips, rubbing his length through your folds, smearing his precum. He lightly groans, slowly moving up and down, nudging your clit with each thrust. Nanami notices you watching, he can see you’re still nervous. “Baby, look at me, okay. It’s gonna be fine.” He gently grabs your face, staring into your eyes before his fat tip pushes its way through your folds. Your eyebrows raise in surprise before furrowing. He goes as slow as possible before removing himself, letting you take a breather.
You spread your legs further before another attempt, wrapping your arms around his neck. He pushes into you again, inch by inch you feel the stretch, the stinging sensation making you grit your teeth. “Ah!” You bury your face in his neck, when you feel his hips finally meet with yours.
Tears fall down your cheeks, and he’s quick to kiss them away. “I know it hurts, sweetheart. Let’s stay like this for a minute.” He wipes your tears, massaging your thighs as you try to accustom to his size. “Gonna start moving now.” He pulls his hips back, his length coated in a mix of your juices and slight blood. “Oh, your bleeding baby.” He looks at you with the most empathetic expression.
“Mmmph, sorry, I’m sorry.” A wave of embarrassment washes over you as it came to mind that it was most likely on his sheets.
“There’s nothing to apologize for. It’s completely normal.” He kisses your lips as he pushes his hips against your again, the head of his cock grazing over a sweet spot deep inside you that you didn’t even know existed. “I’m so proud of you, you know that?Hah, my sweet, sweet girl—fuck,” he breathily chuckles. And now he’s moving faster, wrapping your legs around his waist, clinging onto him like you never want to let go. “So fucking tight,” he grunts.
You feel so full of him, like he was made for you. His dick dragging along your walls, his hands holding you close, wrapping around you as he whispers praises in your ear in the most sweetest voice. Your eyes roll back, nails leaving marks on his skin, your toes pointed. He’s fucking you into the mattress, but being oh so gentle about it. “It feels so good,” you mewl as he fucks you deep, his balls slapping against your ass with each thrust.
“This pussy was made for me baby—oh shit—taking me so fucking well. You feel so fucking good,” he moans. He presses into you, each thrust sending your mind spiraling as shivers run down your spine, your body covered in sweat. Nanami squeezes you tightly, kissing your neck, and nibbling at the skin.
“Ah! Ah! Ah!” It feels like your breath is being sucked out of you, your heart beating rapidly against your ribcage. “Gonna cum!” You cry out. “Hah—yes, yes!” He keeps the same rhythm, tip of his dick kissing your cervix before your shaking under him.
He holds you tightly, pressing his sweaty forehead against yours, staring into your eyes as you cum around his dick. Your hands cup his face, searching his eyes. “That’s my girl, let it all out,” he says. He can feel you clenching down on him, the feeling making his dick throb harder. “Always be my good girl, right baby?” He asks. And all you can do is nod, when he starts fucking you faster, almost like he’s grown feral. “It’s good that you know because I’m about to fuck you like you aren’t.” He pushes your knees to your chest, lifting your hips slightly so that he reaches the deepest parts of you. “Nngh, fuck!” He grunts.
“Ken! Oh fuck, fuck!” You squeeze your eyes shut, the bed rocking and creaking with each other his hard thrusts. A hand clasps over your mouth in a weak attempt to muffle your screams of pleasure.
“Pussy feels so good, sweetheart. Can’t get enough—fuck—I’m sorry,” he heavily pants. Strands of blonde hair cling to his forehead, eyes fixated on watching his dick disappears in and out of you, your pussy creaming around him, leaving a white ring around the base. He can feel you clenching down on him again, your nails leaving crescent marks in his forearms as you’re cumming for a third time tonight, barely able to form words. “Atta girl. Look so pretty cumming on my cock,” he smirks.
Your back arches into him, legs quivering as he thrusts grow sloppier and sloppier. “Nnngh, shit,” he moans. “Gonna make me cum—ah!” His brows furrow as he fucks you harder, a primal feeling rises in him as he thinks of cumming inside of you for the first time ever. “Baby,” he says with desperation, “baby, let me cum inside you.” A rosy red spreads across his cheeks as he stares into your eyes.
Your arms reach out to him, dragging him down for kiss, legs locking around his waist as you push him closer to you. Nanami groans into the kiss and you swallow every last one as his seed fills you up, coating your walls. He slowly fucks you, making sure to get every last drop of his cum in you before pulling out.
“Oh my god, sweetheart,” he chuckles, a glint in his eyes. You laugh with him before he rolls both of you over, you now on top of him. He caresses your cheek and you melt into his hand, a blissful sigh leaving your lips. “You did absolutely amazing.” He smiles. “You doing okay, though?” He wonders, fingertips tracing patters on the small of your back.
“Yeah,” you nod, closing your eyes shut, “I’m doing great actually.” You smile. You rest your head on his chest. “Thank you, Ken.”
“No, thank you. I’m glad that you trusted me to be your first, honestly. It means a lot to me.” He kisses the crown of your head. “You’ll always be my girl.” He continues tracing your skin.
“Really?” You ask, lifting your head to look at him. “Promise me?” You pout, batting your lashes.
“I promise.” A smile tugs at the corner of his lips, his thumb rubbing over your bottom lips before you press a kiss to it. He chuckles at the small gesture. “Let’s get in the shower, together, yeah? Maybe order some food? You deserve it.”
he’d definitely let her daughter put pretty pink bows on him, paint his nails & put some make up on his face, oh! and don’t forget the stickers too!
leaning at the doorframe, you watch them have fun. kento’s smile was so genuine, so eager to make her daughter happy by doing things he wasn’t fond of doing.
“papa! papa look pretty!”
“do i now?”
“yes! papa a princess!”
“thank you, sweetheart.”
kento notices your presence and smiled at you, eyes so soft.
you were definitely melting.
“papa, i am doctor!” your daughter says, making kento’s attention snap back into her.
“oh, you’re a doctor now? i thought you were a pretty little princess?” kento questions, raising a brow as plays along.
“yes! i’m princess and doctor, i check you!”
while she’s doing her check up, she can’t help but to notice some old scars and some scratches that looks very fresh.
“papa hurt?” your worried daughter raises kento’s hand.
“it’s just a scratch, honey, it’ll go away.”
“no! papa hurt! papa wait!”
she scurries over to her nearby table and started to look for something leaving kento confused.
she then comes back with a couple of hello kitty bandaids.
“papa hand...”
your daughter started patching up kento’s scratches and then gave it a kiss. he could die right now.
“there, papa no hurt!” she proudly smiles.
“thank you, princess.” giving her a kiss on the forehead.
oh, how we wish that these moments would never end...
I'm feeling horny and sad, so here's a horny and sad comfort one-shot I had queued, and I know y’all love some soft Sanemi
CW: hurt/comfort; mentions of death? explicit sexual content, creampie, emotional sex/love-making, crying. MDNI.
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He comes back bruised, beaten, and bloodied, but he comes back alive; and that’s all that matters.
But he also comes back a little more broken, and Y/N can see it in his eyes; can see it in how his head and shoulders hang limp under what is undeniably the crushing press of guilt.
There was a loss of life on this mission. Whether it was one or many does not matter because Sanemi will bear the entirety of its weight, and she will lose another piece of him to this war they wage on behalf of humanity.
So when he shuffles through the shoji door of her estate and drops his head into the crook of her shoulder, she wraps her arms around him and holds him close. She holds him tight, and maybe it’s because she’s trying to keep him together when she knows that he is about to fall apart.
And when his arms encircle her waist and crush her to him, and his lips find the side of her neck as he whispers, I need you, Y/N lets him have her completely.
She lets him tug open the sleeping kimono she wears before undressing himself and allows him to lower her to the unmade futon on her bedroom floor. She lets him kiss her soft and needy, while he wraps his arms around her waist and holds her impossibly tight against him, sliding into her with a soft groan.
Sanemi has lost today, and she knows that he needs to feel her in his arms, to know that she’s safe, and still here and breathing with him until the screams in his head subside.
She locks her legs firmly around his waist to hold him to her as he rocks his hips against hers, slow and steady. Her white-haired lover hardly pulls himself out, instead content to grind up into her core because he needs to feel as close to her as possible. But she cannot help but cry out from the friction that is becoming too much to bear, and she feels Sanemi pick up his pace, his hips moving a little harsher, his length dragging in and out of her more hurriedly, and Y/N clamps her teeth down around his clavicle. She knows that he is doing this now solely for her benefit, but tonight isn’t about her; it’s about him, and he needs to be comforted.
So, with great effort, she slides her hand down the rippled expanse of her lover’s back until she comes to his firm backside and presses down, limiting the push and pull of his hips until he slows back to that needy grind against her.
In her ear, Y/N hears Sanemi’s strangled moan of gratitude as he resumes the languid roll of his groin into hers. Y/N’s hand slides back up to grip his hair, tugging lightly until he removes his face from where it has been buried in her neck so that he can meet her eyes.
The lilac irises she loves more than anything in the world are filled with such exhaustion and grief and love that it causes something inside of her to break, and her eyes become mirrors of his own. Before she knows it, they are both crying because they are both so damn tired of having to sacrifice their comrades for every demon they manage to kill.
But Y/N can do nothing but wrap her hand around the base of his neck and pull him down to kiss her, to swallow the broken sob that bubbles up in his throat as his mouth moves desperately against hers.
“It’s okay,” she whispers against his lips as she breaks away to pant, a familiar heat beginning to coil in her belly as Sanemi continues to grind deliciously into her. “You’re okay. I’m here.”
The muscles in Sanemi’s arms flex as he tightens his vice-like hold around her waist, melding every inch of Y/N’s skin into his own as he rolls his hips harder against her. He buries his face back into the side of her sweat-dampened neck, his fingers digging into the sensitive skin of her sides. Suddenly, Y/N feels herself clench tightly around him and she cries out, her vision going white as she comes apart beneath him, thrashing against the blankets while her thighs spasm around his hips. Her back arches sharply, somehow pressing her harder against him, and Sanemi cries out her name in a broken shout. He comes and she loves him, and she loves him, and she loves him.
He collapses against her, and Y/N thinks she could die happily crushed beneath the full weight of her lover’s body. She almost cries again when he moves to pull out of her, wincing at the empty cold that fills her, leaving her only with the sticky warmth of their mixed pleasure between her thighs.
But Sanemi does not move off her completely. Instead, he shuffles himself down between her legs until his head comes to rest against her stomach, his arms still wrapped around her as they lay on her futon, both still panting as they calm their breath. Y/N’s fingers move on their own to stroke his mop of white hair as it rises and falls against her belly with each breath she takes. He presses sleepy kisses against the soft of her abdomen and nuzzles his face against her sensitive flesh; and though she can feel his hot seed beginning to ooze out of her, this somehow feels more intimate.
“Stay with me tonight,” she murmurs, fingers lightly scratching along Sanemi’s scalp as he hums in contentment against her skin. “Let me take care of you.”
Sanemi does not answer her, instead settling harder against her, and she knows that he won’t argue; he’s feeling far too vulnerable to pull away from her now.
Though the enormity of the night’s casualties still threatens to suffocate him, Sanemi thinks it might be a little easier to breathe now that he’s here, with Y/N warm and soft and alive beneath him.
A fight scene should be fast-paced and intense. Unless it's a final battle with numerous parties, a fight scene that's too long tends to take away suspense. To speed up your pacing, use active voice to describe movement and don't overdescribe your characters' thoughts. Excessive inner monologue will be unrealistic, as people usually have no room to think during intense combats.
2. Character mannerisms
Here's a point that people often overlook, but is actually super important. Through fight scenes, you should be able to reveal your characters' contrasting mannerisms and personality. A cunning character would play dirty - fighting less and making use of their opponent's weakness more. A violent character would aim to kill. A softer one would only target to disarm their enemies, using weakened attacks. A short-minded character would only rely on force and attack without thinking. This will help readers understand your characters more and decide who to root for.
3. Making use of surroundings
Not only the characters, you also need to consider the setting of your fight scene and use it to your advantage. Is it suitable for fighting, or are there dangerous slopes that make it risky? Are there scattered items that can help your characters fight (e.g. nails, shards of glass, ropes, wooden boards, or cutlery)? Is it a public place where people can easily spot the fight and call the authorities, or is it a private spot where they can fight to the death?
4. Description
The main things that you need to describe in a fight scene are :
• Characters involved in the fight
• How they initiate and dodge attacks
• Fighting styles and any weapons used
• The injuries caused
Be careful to not drag out the description for too long, because it slows down the pace.
5. Raise the stakes
By raising the stakes of the fight, your readers will be more invested in it. Just when they think it's over, introduce another worse conflict that will keep the scene going. Think of your characters' goals and motivations as well. Maybe if the MC didn't win, the world would end! Or maybe, one person in the fight is going all-out, while the other is going easy because they used to be close :"D
6. Injuries
Fights are bound to be dirty and resulting in injuries, so don't let your character walk away unscathed - show the effect of their injuries. For example, someone who had been punched in the jaw has a good chance of passing out, and someone who had been stabbed won't just remove the knife and walk away without any problem. To portray realistic injuries, research well.
7. Drive the plot forward
You don't write fight scenes only to make your characters look cool - every fight needs to have a purpose and drive the plot forward. Maybe they have to fight to improve their fighting skills or escape from somewhere alive. Maybe they need to defeat the enemy in order to obtain an object or retrieve someone who had been kidnapped. The point is, every single fight scene should bring the characters one step closer (or further :D) to the climax.
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Kyojuro my beloved, it is your time to shine again.
Have a sneak peek from my Royal AU featuring one of mt favorite tropes — sworn protector/guard x royal.
Obviously this will be super NSFW, who do y’all think I am.
CW: suggestive/horny content ahead.
Scene context: angy Knight Rengoku slips into your chambers late at night following a failed coup attempt.
He’s angry and you know why — you’d directly disobeyed his orders and launched yourself headfirst into the chaos which erupted in the Great Hall.
His presence in your rooms is daunting; a dark anger ripples off him like waves of heat roll off stone in the summer, and yet he says not a word as he slowly stalks toward where you stand near the edge of your bed.
A predator stalking his prey.
Only when the tips of his boots meet the toes of your slippers, only when you feel the blustering heat rolling off his body and enveloping you within its suffocating warmth, does Sir Rengoku open his mouth.
“Where.” It is all he says, his voice low and rich. His eyes are twin pools of molten ore, but even now, you can see the rage simmering within their ochre depths.
“Where.” He repeats, though his tone is harsher.
“‘Where what, Sir Rengoku?” Your voice is as soft as the shadows cast around the walls of your chambers by the flames crackling merrily in your hearth.
A muscle feathers in his jaw. “Your wounds,” his face twists as though the very thought of any harm befalling you is offensive. “Where are they.”
It is not a question, but a demand; one that you know spells trouble if you should answer truthfully.
Trouble that piques your interest nonetheless; one that stokes a curiosity within you that you know is dangerous.
You pursue it anyways. “I am unharmed.”
The knight’s mouth curls into a snarl at the obviousness of your lie. “That is not what the healer claimed.”
“What good is the word of a healer against the crown?” Defiance rears its head within you, eager to both rise to his challenge and to see exactly how far you can push him. “Is my word not law?”
Rengoku scoffs as he steps closer, his leg slotting between your thighs and forcing you to lean back into tour bed frame for support. “It may be so,” he admits, though the fury in his eyes make no such concessions. “But empires built on baseless laws are inevitably doomed to fall.”
“Meaning?”
The Knight’s eyes flash. “Your words are horseshit and you know it.”
He’s right and but you’ll be damned before you admit it.
“You overstep,” the bite of your glare is belied by the way you’re forced to shift your weight awkwardly from foot to foot, as you try your best not to think about the burning press of his thigh between yours. “Now kindly remove yourself from my chambers.”
Rengoku makes no effort to move and his obstinacy thrills you.
Instead, his hands rise to the front tie of your dressing gown and begin tugging, slowly undoing the haphazard knot you’d fastened in your haste to make yourself decent.
Your fleeting moment of triumph is chased away by the breath which lodges in your throat.
“What are you doing?”
Your knight — your fiery, loyal, compassionate yet utterly insufferable knight — slides a single hand between the parted folds of your robe, coming to rest on the dip of your waist covered only by the thing fabric of your nightgown.
The weight of his palm feels like a brand against your skin. “Since you refuse to be forthright about the extent of your injuries,” Rengoku says, pushing the robe away from your shoulders. “I shall have to take inventory of them myself.”
Your dressing gown drops to the bed behind you before sliding to the floor to puddle around your feet. Wordlessly, Rengoku steps away just enough to kneel before you, though his eyes remain locked with yours.
You are wading into treacherous waters, and you know you are without any raft or life preserver which could keep you afloat.
“I shall scream,” you warn, though you do not mean it; not really. You intend only to give him an out, a means to come back to his senses before the blazing heat of his stare consumes you both. “I shall alert the rest of the palace guard.”
His fingers skim up the length of your shin, a phantom caress that is a mockery of how you truly wish for him to touch you.
“My duty is to guard the Crown and ensure no harm befalls it, your Majesty,” Rengoku’s breath follows the path carved by his hands up your legs. He pauses at the knee-length hemline of your nightgown, his chin resting against the slight bend in your leg.
It nearly frightens you how much you adore seeing him on his knees, peering up at you like you are the embodiment of salvation itself.
“So by all means, call forth the Guard,” the Knight’s fingers slowly push below the hem of your nightdress, brushing against the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. “Call forth every living creature within the palace, for all I care. They will see only the Princess’s Knight, carrying out his sworn duties and managing her every need.”
Your chest begins to rise and fall rapidly as Rengoku’s fingers tease higher and higher up your thigh. “And what are my needs, Sir Rengoku?”
Your flame-haired protector only hums. “To have your wounds tended to, for starters,” and it takes everything in you not to let your head fall back with a cry as Rengoku presses a single, chaste kiss just above your knee.
But the sweetness of the gesture is undercut by the darkness of his gaze. “And to be punished for directly defying the orders of your Guard.”
“Umai,” your boyfriend rumbled between your trembling thighs, licking your sensitive skin and seemingly avoiding the tender place between them that you wanted his mouth to touch the most.
You had gone out to dinner tonight and the waitress asked if you wanted any dessert, to which his hand squeezed yours and he chuckled warmly, saying he’ll have some at home. He seemed so innocent and sweet that no one questioned it.
They thought he’d have ice cream from the freezer.
Little did they know he’d have it with you on top of the counter with it dripping down your thighs and near your soft pussy lips making you shiver, with warm honey and chocolate syrup drizzled on top. He hooked his elbows around your shins and admired the sight of your thighs topped with sauces just for him and your pussy glistening with arousal, eyes filled with more hunger than you’ve ever seen from him for any meal. And that was saying a lot because Kyojuro was the biggest foodie ever (besides yourself ;)).
He was lapping at you with reckless abandon now, hands holding your thighs up and apart so he could lick every last drop of dessert. His kisses and nibbles and periodic whispers of “umai, umai, umai” was making you go feral, fingers pulling his long flame-colored locks, squirming under him pulling you apart with just his tongue.
“Mm-babe, slow down,” you whimpered, as he licked your pussy as quickly as a raging fire, and he held you down from bucking your clit further into his nose. His wet tongue was stimulating your poor little bud so much, flicking and swirling as he seemed to drink your juices like the sweetest pastry filling, trying to especially get it all out to taste.
He grinned and licked his lips, going up for a hungry kiss. You tasted your sweet-and-salty juices on his tongue along with the ice cream and toppings on his lips while they clashed on yours messily. His tongue explored your mouth and it was like he was trying to devour you before he pulled away, a string of saliva connecting your mouths.
“How could I slow down when my dessert is so messy and delicious? I can’t let a drop go to waste,” he grinned, gold and red eyes twinkling with lust. And then he dove back down, “Oh darling, so excited. I had to save the best part for last,” and your whimpers filled the air as his tongue dipped into your dripping center, eating you out like a starved man. Taking all the deliciousness you had to offer, your moans and his “umai,” against your wet core, filling the room.
Hopefully you saved room for dessert too, because he was definitely going to fill you up and give you plenty of servings of creampie. ♡💦
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in every life (this heart of mine belongs to you)
Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader
Word Count: ~2,000
CW: canonical violence, explicit language, mild sexual content
Request Fulfilled: Hi, sweetheart!💖 Can I request a fem!reader x Kyojuro (yes, I’ll always ask for him) where it’s a reencarnation universe where the reader and Kyojuro met in the other life when they were demon slayers and they had a love story, but never happened to be something official for the events of Mugen Train.
The scenario begins where the reader see for the first time Kyojuro’s chest mark, and when she touch it she started to cry hard and hyperventilating for “unknown” reason. So, she couldn’t avoid to hugging him to calm her nerves, but she can’t stop crying and feeling between sad and relieved at the same time
Author’s Note: wrote this instead of going to sleep. 🥱 hurt/comfort, angst/fluff has a special place all the places in my heart. that is all. ❤️🩹 PLS SEND REQUESTS (here)!
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Kamado Tanjirou x Reader, Shinazugawa Sanemi x Reader, Tomioka Giyuu x Reader
Just a simple little one shot song-fic with a whole lot of angst. This takes place after the fight with Rui. The song is “The Hanging Tree” by James Newton Howard and Jennifer Lawrence from The Hunger Games. Lyrics will be italicized.
Trigger Warning: Contains mentions and depictions of death and gore. Read at your own discretion.
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Are you, are you, coming to the tree?
Tomioka Giyuu walked swiftly and silently, only stopping to accept brief bows of respect from the kakushi scurrying around Mt. Natagumo. Everyone had a job, from caring for the injured to cleaning the human remains from the mountainside. His was to find you.
However, the more he looked, the more the sickening feeling of dread filled the bottom of his stomach. He desperately grasped at the last tendrils of hope left, but they kept slipping from his grip. His hands started to shake uncontrollably as his searching became more frantic.
They strung up a man, they say who murdered three
It was supposed to be an easy mission. You were with a large group of demon slayers and the demon reported didn’t seem to threatening. How wrong he had been to assume you were safe.
The demon was anything but harmless. He was a lower moon, one of Muzan’s handpicked ensurers of chaos. Giyuu recognized that you were strong, but he also knew the demon’s strength was something you couldn’t rival.
A nervous sweat formed on his brow and Tomioka’s usually neutral expression changed to one laced with worry. A chill ran up his spine as he traveled further and further into the heart of the misty mountain.
Strange things did happen here, no stranger would it be….
He stopped abruptly in his tracks as he stared into your glassy, dead eyes. They were so dull…. It shattered his heart into a million pieces.
You were hanging high in an ancient looking oak. The strings that had snapped your neck still held you there, unmoving.
Many emotions swelled inside of Giyuu as he stared at your limp form, but one stuck out from the rest, a feeling he knew all too well: grief. He wanted to cry and scream, but he couldn’t. The barrier he had built between him and his emotions was too strong to break down.
Instead he stood there and stared blankly at your corpse wishing that you would speak to him affirmations that everything would be alright.
Summary: You've had feelings for the Water Hashira for a while now, and the feelings seemed to be mutual. That was untill you decided to face reality, and accept how cruel fate could be for you.
Ships: Giyuu x Hashira!Reader angst, Shinobu x Giyuu(?), hints of Mitsuri x Obanai
Characters included: Shinobu, Giyuu, Mitsuri, mentions of Aoi and Obanai
Warnings: Angst, hurt with no comfort. GN!Reader
Word count: About 1k words
A/n: This post is not hating on Shinobu. There will be a part 2. Hope you enjoy<3
Work under the cut (>•ω•<)
"Well, Mitsuri-chan, I guess this is where our conversation ends. I'll have to take my leave now." The Love Hashira-Kanroji Mitsuri sends a smile towards your direction. "O-Oh sure! And if you ever needed my assistance again, please feel free to ask me!" She squeaked. You couldn't help but chuckle at your friend "Of course Mitsu! And the next time we meet, I'll make sure to bring some sakura mochi for you~" As you were about to leave, Mitsuri called out to you again "Good luck with Tomioka-san!!" You smiled, then turned towards her a make a teasing face "Good luck with Iguro-san, then~" After you teased her, you started to head towards the destination that your latest mission had asked you to be.
You were assigned to go on a mission at a lone village, where the villagers would sacrifice human flesh to a demon to devour every week to prevent the whole village from being attacked, or worse, eaten. This made you curious about how you would've reacted when one threatened you to do the same, perhaps you would've slain them?
Demons aren't terrifying for you, considering that you're the Light Hashira, even when you're not the strongest, it was safe to say that you were the fastest, sometimes, you also named yourself as "The Best Support Hashira One Could Ever Find." The other hashiras found this weird, but they played along with you anyways.
~ Time skip ~
"Oi! Tomioka-san! Wait up!" You shouted out loud for the black-haired male in front of you to hear. Though the male showed no signs of slowing down, you soon caught up with him either way. "Tomioka-san... why didn't you wait for me? We were supposed to do this mission together!" You exclaimed hurriedly before Tomioka widens the distance between you two. "Come on now~ At least answer me!" He signed "Fine, I just thought that your breathing style isn't suitable for this mission, so it'll be better if I do it myself." You gasped, tears dramatically flowing down your cheeks "You're worried for me! I knew that you're different from the rumors that the others spread. Soooo, can I call you by Giyuu-kun?" You asked him with a hopeful tone, waiting for a response. "Not really, Y/N. I just want to finish this mission as fast as possible, since I have a date with Shinobu to go to." You went silent for a moment or two, then decided to nod at his sudden statement.
The atmosphere was awkward, but it gave you the silent you needed to think about... things. After some doubts and arguments you had in your brilliant mind, you thought that if he's happier with Shinobu, then letting him spend time with her is the least you could do, right? After all, if he's happy, then you'll be happy, too!
"Hmmm, Tomioka-san! Why don't you head back to your estate, so you can prepare for your date with Kochou-san?" He was unsure about it at first, but you continued "I insist! You needn't worry about me, I am fully capable doing this mission alone, trust me!" He stared at you for a bit, probably making up his mind, then muttered "Thank you" while he was walking away, he called back "I don't know how to repay you, so if you ever needed my assistant, tell me." You waved him goodbye as you watched him slowly disappear behind the forest "All I need is for you to love me, Giyuu. But I guess not, heh..." You said as you smiled bitterly to yourself, thinking about how cruel life could've been.
Is Tomioka really oblivious to your feelings, or did he know that you liked him from the start, but the feeling wasn't mutual? You don't really know anymore. Ever since you got promoted to a Hashira, you've always wondered why he looked so lonely, and cold. Everyone seemed to dislike him, but he doesn't appear to be bad at all. This caused you to pity him, and you always volunteered to do missions with him. Soon, those feelings turned into curiosity...
The more time you've spent with him and the more you knew about his past, the more you were... invested in him. At first, you thought that you were only... curious, but soon learned that it was none other than love itself. And fortunately (or unfortunately?), time had proven to you that your love for the Water Hashira is pure and true, and you've always hoped, that he would return your feelings, but were you asking too much?
It would've been impossible for you to not fall for Giyuu, since you both worked a lot of missions together, and both of your fighting techniques support the other perfectly! Those aren't really reasons why you fell for someone, but what can I say? Your feelings for Giyuu grew so naturally and quietly, so quietly that even you didn't know about it at all, but the symptoms were obvious, and you can't ignore it anymore, you were in love!
Your love for him was sweet, yes. The two of you have shared unintentionally intimate moments with each other, yes. You have a chance to be with him, yes. But it is time for you to go back to reality, Giyuu liked Shinobu, and Shinobu liked him back. That is something you have tried so hard to neglect for months now, but how could you ignore the obvious hints that have been going on between the two of them. How Shinobu would always suggest checking on Tomioka's health after every battle he took part in, and how he would always look into her eyes, the everyday stone-cold look was replaced with a warm and loving one. Oh you would've died to have him look at you like that, even just for once!
~ Time skip ~
It was already midnight by the time you got back from the task you have suggested to work alone, letting the man you love go on a date with another person. You were badly injured, wounds all over your body, blood dripping out from all of your injuries as you walked towards Butterfly Mansion-the nearest place to get your injuries treated. Knowing that the door was locked, you decided to go to the garden, hoping that Aoi might've been there, for whatever reasons. But right in front of your eyes, were the man you've loved dearly kissing another girl, more specifically, the Insect Hashira-Kochou Shinobu. Tears threatening to flow down your cheeks, you want to turn around and leave immediately so bad, but your body didn't want to move.
How long you've stayed, you didn't know, you have lost count of time already, but you've been there, torturing yourself. The pain from all of the wounds you've got earlier can never compare to the searing pain that's been tormenting your heart right now. You clutched onto your haori, trying to soothe the pain that had tore your heart apart.
" Well... it seems that we weren't meant to be. May we meet again, dear Tomioka-san~ " Bitterly chuckled, you turned your back on the affectionate couple and walked away.
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