This is my first fanfiction, so sorry if i confused things and im basically going throughout the main story but with an added character. Y/n is a very sweet and kind female that seems to put all around her at ease. She can read others auras due to past trauma and uses it to her complete advantage. Shes sometimes thought of as weak for her empathy to all, even demons. Much like Tanjiro she has a liking towards others, and though she trained to be a demon slayer she hates violance outside of killing demons. *also, as a disclaimer some of the images im using to do not own. Though im not sure who the people are who do own them i give them full credit and if i do use my own photos you'll know*

"can i call you pudding?" "please dont" •A story in which a young game developer mysteriously falls in love with her nº1 fan ~ THIS STORY SHOULD BE GOING UNDER HEAVY EDITING SOON BUT I AM AN EXTREME PROCRASTINATOR ~ •𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄 ~ •listen to while reading: Chirp (𝐂𝟒𝟏𝟖) Haggstrom (𝐂𝟒𝟏𝟖) ~ ©𝑪𝒐𝒅𝒆𝑪𝒚𝒑𝒉𝒆𝒓

Silence:noun. Absence of any sound or noise; stillness. the state or fact of being silent; muteness. Absence or omission of mention, comment, or expressed concern.

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. I looked down and saw Gaara’s sand travel up my legs. I blushed looking around, "Gaara where are you?" I asked keeping my voice strong. He jumped onto the branch I was sitting on and I saw his lips were more in a smile than usual. Did he like pinning me down with his sand? I gasped when my hands were taken from me making me lie back and my hands were pinned to the tree. My cheeks blushed more, "Gaara?" I whispered softly looking up at him. I watched wide eyed as his sand slid from his face and hands. He looked exactly the same but now it was his real skin. I was shocked when he bent down getting on all four over me and his lips stretched, "no interruptions this time." he said and I hear it wasn’t his normal mono tone voice. He leaned down cupping my right cheek and his thumb ran over my lips, "I have waited a while." he muttered in a much softer tone he ever used before. He bent down and brushed his lips against mine. I felt weird tingles travel down my spine and stir in my gut. My eyes slid shut and he pressed his lips against mine completely. I was surprised how soft and tenderly he was kissing me but it felt so good... I kissed him back and felt his sand tighten and loosen on my boobs. My insides clenched and I moaned softly. He kissed down my neck making me turn so he had more room. I felt his sand slid off my body and wrapped around us. I didn't think about it as I slid my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. I grabbed his hair pulling him closer and felt him growl softly against my neck. I whimpered when he started nibbling on my neck. I have never felt this way but it felt good.

"So tell me, Aoi - tell me, why do you, a person who doesn't even want to lift a sword, can make a strong man like me feel sick and weak without you?" "You annoy me, kiss me when you're not supposed to and always steal food. But you broke my walls down and made me fall, real hard, in love with you too." Inosuke is a short-tempered young man who grew up in the mountains. He learned about affection and love through his two best friends, Tanjiro and Zenitsu. The women he cared for in his life are dead. Aoi survived the Final Selection, but she thinks of herself as weak and incapable to defeat demons. In turn, she becomes a helper at the Butterfly Mansion and is always attending to the sick and injured. As he spends more time in the Butterfly Mansion, waiting for his best friends to wake up, Inosuke realizes that he gets drawn to Aoi. How is that possible? They fight all the time. "What are you looking at?" Aoi growls. "I use my eyes to look at whatever I want!" Later, seeing Kanao getting together with Tanjiro and Nezuko falling in love with Zenitsu; sometimes Inosuke wonders if a strong man like him doesn't need a woman. He is wrong. He isn't immune to love. Warning: Slow-burn romance. I depict realistic circumstances related to the age of characters, historical period and their respective personalities. [p/s: This story takes place after the defeat of Muzan. The male main characters and the girls are already seventeen. The universe is still exclusively following the manga/anime. Non-manga readers, you have been warned]

Art by @mondayfear on Twitter A y/n X Gyutaro story, chapters average at about 400-1000 words, SMUT included... cant say im any good at it but :) have i re-read this to make sure there arent any typos? no lol bye

Gyutaro has lived for over a century now, still plagued by memories of the past and haunted by its ghost. You are one of his only two regrets. (This story has mature and potentially triggering themes. This fic is NOT suitable for minors. You have been warned!) Also before you ask, Yuna is your past life versions self. It's a play on (Y/N) so please please please no annoying comments about, "who is Yuna?" Because you've been toooooold. Votes and comments are ALWAYS greatly appreciated 💚

kalopsia (n.) The delusion of things being more beautiful than they are. ❝ How can such an angel like you possibly love an ugly demon like me? ❞ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: I have lost motivation and abandoned this fan fiction, so be aware of that as you read this.

Hello! Here's a collection of oneshots of Kimetsu No Yaiba (KNY)/ Demon Slayer! There is no particular update schedule so it's pretty much just for a small pastime for me! ^^ Still, I hope you enjoy!