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Your writing will always feel awkward to you, because you wrote it.

Your plot twists will always feel predictable, because you created them.

Your stories will always feel a bit boring to you, because you read them a million times.

They won't feel like that for your reader.

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Obanai + "If you keep saying my name like that, I'm not going to be able to hold back."

HNNNNNNNNNN now you've got me horny for snek boi.

OBANAI IGURO

"IF YOU KEEP SAYING MY NAME LIKE THAT, I'M NOT GONNA BE ABLE TO HOLD MYSELF BACK."

Peach's 2.k Milestone Event

CW: 18+ • MDNI • oral (F!receiving) • Obanai likes to bite

Truthfully, you couldn't recall the series of events that had led you to this point: pushed up, against the rough bark of a tree, the wood scraping against your exposed breasts thanks to the way the Hashira now knelt behind you, licking and nipping at the back of your bare thighs, had torn your uniform shirt straight down the middle.

"I-Iguro-san, p-please," you whimpered as you felt his sinful tongue drag up the sensitive inside of your thigh. You squirmed beneath his stony grasp, eager to see his face, now that it was clear he'd removed his bandages in order to tease you between your legs, but a sharp press of his hand against the small of your back made you yelp.

"Stop squirming," The Serpent Pillar's voice was sharp, as were the prick of his teeth against the delicate skin of your inner thigh, so very close to where you desperately wanted his mouth. "Or I'll stop and leave you right here."

You bit down on your lip to suppress the high-pitched, keening mewl threatening to disturb the still, dark night as your lover's tongue flicked teasingly against your dampened slit. Below you, the Serpent Hashira groaned, the sound gravelly and deep as he pressed his mouth harder against your sensitive folds, that sinful tongue of his flicking out to teasingly circle your entrance.

You couldn't stop yourself from grinding down against his face, grateful at the way the tree bark scraped against your breasts, providing you with some stimulation you were desperate for, given how your lover's hands were busy either holding you hostage against the wood or kneading the flesh of your ass as his mouth worked you closer and closer to your climax.

Another breathy moan blew past your lips as Iguro dipped his tongue into your entrance, your hips unable to stop from rolling against him as you tried to fuck yourself on the slippery appendage.

"Shut up with the moaning, or we're gonna get caught," he hissed, sucking your clit between his teeth in warning.

The move had the opposite effect on you, however, and your knees began to shake as Iguro began to circle your sensitive bud with his fingers in time with the thrusts of his tongue.

"Obanai," you moaned, head falling back as you helplessly bucked against his mouth.

But the Serpent Pillar paused, mid-thrust into your cunt. Because of the way he'd pressed you up against the rough wood of the tree he now tongue-fucked you against, you couldn't see the way his eyes blew wide, or how his length stiffened in his uniform pants.

But you did feel the shaky inhale of his breath against your cunt, and it made you grin.

"Keep saying my name like that, and I'm not gonna be able to hold back," was Obanai's only warning before his fingers dug harshly back into the flesh of your ass, resolving to make you cum no fewer than three times on his tongue before he'd decide what to do with you next.

Perhaps, this night, he'd finally make you his; but only if you kept saying his name in that same, breathy moan.

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THE DIVINING ROD — PROLOGUE

Obanai’s Tell Me to Stop

A/N: the prologue to Obanai’s installment of Tell Me to Stop, first teased here.

CW: canon setting AU • Reader is the Vine Pillar • blood • angst • scars • mentions of past torture • panic • this fic will be HELLA NSFW so MDNI

From the first day he drew his sword, Obanai Iguro knew life within the Demon Slayer Corps meant accepting two, twin truths.

The first was this: a career as a swordsman of the Corps means one’s life expectancy is cut drastically short. Few make it to adulthood; even fewer to retirement.

The second truth is that your time within the Corps is marked by one or two events: either you live to see another day, or you do not. There is no in between; it is either life or death, and more often than not, the Slayers themselves do not have the luxury of choosing between the two. That choice is finite and there is no gray. Members of the Demon Slayer Corps do not go missing; either they are torn apart and devoured by the very monsters they fight, or they live to see the next sunrise, only to await nightfall once more and thrust their lives back into the fickle, shifty hands of fate.

No slayer is spared that perilous dance, no matter their rank. Mizunotos and Hashira alike all know that their tether to the world they’re trying to save is little more than a fraying thread which grows more tenuous by the day, with every battle won at the expense of the lives lost.

The crows; it is the crows, the harbingers of both victory and death, who keep them apprised of their numbers. Slayers do not go missing; they are either dead or they are not. If there is nothing left of a Slayer to bury, their crow will say as much, and they will still get a headstone in the Master’s ever-growing graveyard. The crows always return, even when their assigned masters do not. It is the expectation; a given.

There is no protocol in the event neither Slayer nor crow returns, and it is that absence which blows a gaping, jagged hole right through Obanai’s understanding of his nature not just as a Hashira, but his very existence as a swordsman.

Because the Vine Pillar has vanished and there is no trace of either her or her bird to be found. There is no frantic, bleating announcement that she’s fallen at the hands of some formidable foe, no mournful sobs of the Kakushi as they solemnly carry a box bearing whatever of her remained to be buried with her brothers and sisters in death.

There was only silence; thick, oppressive, loud silence that is punctuated by the conspicuous gap in the lineup of Pillars gathered for an emergency meeting at Headquarters.

The air between the Sound and Insect Pillars is still; a tear in the fabric of reality, pulled back to reveal that something is wrong, something is out of place.

Something is missing.

Obanai cannot stop staring at it; that space between Kocho and Uzui, the utter absence of matter that should form that familiar face, that signature haori, everything that makes up her and her warmth and her comfort.

Everything he cherishes.

“Then she is dead,” Uzui declares once the Master’s children finish explaining their summoning.

“We don’t know for certain,” a soft voice, feminine and evocative of that which is distinctly pink, rises above their heads at the opposite end of their line. “Missions often take weeks, and she may simply be unable to answer —,”

“No one has seen or heard from her in weeks, nor has there been any sight of her crow.” The Sound Pillar challenges, though not unkindly. He is familiar with the friendship between the Vine and Love Pillars, and he does his best to deliver the blow as painlessly as he can. “Even Y/L/N would not ignore an emergency summons from headquarters, no matter how deep in her mission she might have been.”

Obanai is still staring at the void between his comrades where she should be, but Uzui’s words make his fists clench, the skin of his knuckles white. Beside him, the Wind Pillar shifts, sensing his growing agitation.

His panic.

Though he is inclined to voice his agreement with the pinkette at the end of their formation, Serpent Pillar does not speak. He cannot; not while he is busy retracing the last weeks in his mind, mentally calculating how much time would have passed between that night and the mission she did not return from, and whether there was a chance it was different from the one that haunted his every waking moment.

“Where was she assigned?” Rengoku’s voice was strong and commanding as ever, though if he listened hard enough, Obanai could discern the faintest tremble as the Flame Pillar, too, worried after his absent friend.

“A fishing village in the east.” One of the Master’s twins answers, and it feels like an accusation only he can hear, as Obanai feels the very ground beneath his feet break apart and open wide.

How he wishes the oblivion below the earth would swallow him up.

“She’s dead.” Uzui repeats, his head bowing solemnly.

“She’s not,” both the Love and Flame Pillars insist in unison.

Wide, anxious green eyes peer over the heads of their comrades at him, and Obanai can feel how they burn into his head, beseeching him to say something, anything, but he does not; cannot.

The Master’s pristine garden falls away, as does the rising bickering of the other pillars as they debate the merits of a search and rescue operation; whether they have the numbers or time to spare it any consideration. Whatever they decide, it is without the Serpent Pillar’s vote, because he cannot hear them over the roaring in his ears; the new truth he is forced to bear.

That truism is this: the Vine Pillar is missing.

And it is entirely his fault.

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this was supposed to just be a warm up doodle but here we are

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Today's Cuppa is cuppalevi's feature fanfic recommendations. See Cuppa Collections for list of fanfic recommendations.

june 09 2024

aside from this is a story of the sea by shinzouing this one easily made it to my top fave eruri x reader fics. ok, tbh, its just two lovers and this is a story of the sea that's on there but ykwim.

the gist is; levi and erwin already have an established relationship and erwin wanted to bring a woman into the mix. well we can pretty much guess who that is!

i recently reread this fic, actually— binged read it because i could not put my phone down. i came across this when i was looking for eruri x reader fanfics and i quite liked the premise so i decided why not. i was in for a ride.

i love the way feelingthorny portrays levi and erwin's personalities through their decisions and actions throughout the stories. especially in times of insecurity, self-doubt, and emotions. seeing the two of them and the reader come to terms with their feelings felt like someone dipped through my chest and squeezed at my heart.

to see how far they've come from the beginning up to the current chapter, their prior struggles were alleviated through helping one another learn about themselves and also JUST SOLID COMMUNICATION MAN.

and levi squad (god i miss them so much) very much felt like found family. they're all so tightly knitted and devoted to each other im crying.

dont get me started on the dialogue and the inner character thoughts. feelingthorny's flow of delivering the story, the characters, the actions— were oozing with descriptive devices akin to specific character traits as well as the environment.

personally, i also loved that reader in this fic, is a visual artist. the ability to draw brings such an importance to the kind of world they're living in, where anybody who is in the military can be gone in a blink of an eye. the talent to keep images of people in paper, is one ive always admired, being surrounded by friends who are visual artists as well.

amazing read for those eruri fans like myself who also wants to be sandwiched between the commander and the captain. is looking for yearning the kate and anthony kind, the steamy sex, and above all, the delight of discovering more of yourself through the companionship of others.

Kind: Series Content: canonverse, polyamory, throuple, romance, pining, bisexual characters, pining, smut, threesome, see more on ao3 Status: Ongoing

𝙏𝙬𝙤 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨 by feelingthorny

It seems unreal when your Commander and your Captain suggest their bed might have room for another, but when the acts that were meant to be purely physical start to heal old wounds, the three of you wonder how any of you were surviving this whole time without the other two at your side.

©cuppalevi on tumblr / icon by yomu DO NOT STEAL / header by me

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Red is good color on him..

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Ch: 17/30 / / WC: 106k Vampire!Levi x Aristocrat!Reader

Summary: 1880, Paris. What was meant to be an evening of lifeless smiles and dancing turns into a night of horror, filled with bloodshed and vampires. You meet Him, the man with dark eyes and darker secrets, and your life is toppled forever.

Now, with newfound powers and the stranger named Levi, you join the Survey Corps—a mysterious organization whose sole purpose is to track and eliminate monsters. Your goal: play the game and survive. No matter the cost, no matter the blood spilled.

✧ Pairing: Levi Ackerman / Female Reader (Attack on Titan) ✧ Rated Explicit - 19th Century Fantasy AU, Gothic, Blood & Violence, Slow Burn Romance, Adventure, Eventual Smut, Blood Drinking, and more. ✧ Notes: Discover WABR's Spotify Playlist ˚♬ ﾟ ✧ Tag list: Click here to join.

Check it out on AO3!

Directory:

Chapter 1: To You, a Caged Bird in Hell

Chapter 2: Devils on the Run

Chapter 3: The Survey Corps

Chapter 4: La Fille Sans Larmes

Chapter 5: Sorcellerie

Chapter 6: Crossing Paths

Chapter 7: Somewhere in Between

Chapter 8: The Night is For You and Me

Chapter 9: Arsonist's Lullabye

Chapter 10: La Vérité

Chapter 11: Blood in the Wine

Chapter 12: Out of the Woods

Chapter 13: Stained Glass Windows

Chapter 14: Under The Water

Chapter 15: The Blood You Bleed

Chapter 16: The Blood You Owe

Chapter 17: Haunted House NEW

Credit: Heart divider by cafekistune / Header by me.

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UZUI! 🧡

鬼滅の刃 HASHIRA TRAINING ARC: Ep. 03 - Fully Recovered Tanjiro, Joins the Hashira Training!!

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my little lord

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Grrr 🐯

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HEHE NEW CHAPTER

tbh if they end up dancing im going to expect them to be goofy JKAKLSDFK but waltz drawing OBLIGATORY obv

have this little anya too

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obsessed with characters who were written for one another. like, what do you mean the reason for my existence is to be by your side? what do you mean our divine purpose is to belong to one another, for better or worse?

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Haley farmer brainrot real ahh

Sketched em

Anyway, toe wiggle 🥹💖💖💖 this caught me off guard, SHES SO CUTE

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Humanity’s strongest

🖌️ grandgth | X