Can I Request Some Obanai And Ni Vore?

Can I request some Obanai and Ni vore?

Plot: Obanai and Mitsuri were out for a walk when they saw Ni with an injured wing. They were surprised to see another Hashira that was turned into a demon. Ni saw them and quickly got into battle stance, despite being injured. If you want, you can add Angelica!

(Hello friend! Sorry this took so long, but I finally have it done! I hope you enjoy this fic and I hope it’s accurate!)

A Shocking Discovery

(A Demon Slayer Vore Famfic)

Warnings: Swearing, unintentional fearplay, and soft vore.

“Sweetheart.” Obanai said with a hint of worry as he and his wife, Mitsuri, were walking through the forest. “I’m getting an uneasy feeling about this. His small snake tongue flicked, tasting the air. “Hmm? What do you mean Obi?” Mitsuri asked in a kind and sweet manner. “It’s just.. a n instinctive feeling, I guess. I feel like one of our own is in danger.”

The couple had came out here for a quiet peaceful walk. Life as a demon slayer, even though they were half demons, was rather tough. So, they needed a break every once in a while. However, something strange riled up Obanai’s protective instincts, but he didn’t know what.

The snake half demon tasted the air again. “I taste..” Obanai’s eyes widened. “Blood..” The Serpent Hashira bolted off into the woods, little snake tail between his legs. “Wait, Obi!” Mitsuri ran after him, feathers flying behind her.

Obanai followed the taste of blood to wherever it was. He knew that the scent was familiar, but he couldn’t put his claw on it. The scent didn’t belong to a half demon, nor was it a human. The scent belonged to a..

“A demon..” Obanai skidded to a stop where the source of the scent was. “Obi!” Mitsuri panted, catching up to him. “What’s going o-“ then she saw the demon that was right in front of them. Golden bloodied wings greeted them as the female demon hissed protectively.

The demon was wearing a pink and white kimono with a beaded hair band and flowers that matched the same color. Two white and pink horns stood up from the sides of her head. Her hair was a light brown color that was tied in a bun. Her eyes, which were a lovely turquoise color, stuck out from the rest of her body.

The demon reached to her side, eyes widening in horror. “My sword! Fuck!” She snarled. Obanai carefully approached the female demon. “Ni?” He tilted his head in disbelief. The female demon just looked confused. “How do you know my name?”

“You used to be a Hashira.” Mitsuri mewed behind her husband. The couple have read about all the past Hashiras in the logbook that was kept at the Master’s mansion. Ni was the second slayer to be turned, after Kokushibo. “So you’ve come here to slay me, huh?” Ni snarled, struggling to get up.

“What? No!” Mitsuri yelped, exposing her wings. “We’re half-demons. None of them kill humans anymore ever since young Kamado took over as king.” Obanai hissed softly. “You killed Muzan?” Ni asked with an underlying hiss.

Without warning, the female demon lunged at the couple. Using his quick reflexes, Obanai grabbed her using his snake tail. “How dare you kill the only person who saved me and my sisters?!” Ni yelled, swiping her claws.

Obanai and Mitsuri looked at each other with sorrow. Many of the other half demons thought this before they realized the truth. They needed to get her back to the Infinity Castle and they knew just how to do it. “Are you immune to poison?” Obanai asked the female demon.

“What? Yes I am, but that doesn’t matter!” She tried swiping at him again, but the Serpent Hashira caught the blow. “Actually, it does.” Obanai lowered the bandages that covered his mouth, revealing his snake-like jaw.

Ni’s eyes widened with shock as she tried to struggle free. However, it was no use as her head and shoulders were gently pushed into Obanai’s maw. Black saliva dripped all around her as she tried to break free. “Let me go!” She screeched as the Serpent Hashira started to swallow.

The inside of Obanai’s throat was a light gray color and was surprisingly soft and warm. Ni didn’t give in to the coziness though. She struggled with all her strength to get out of there, but Obanai’s muscles were too strong. She was eventually pulled down to his stomach.

“Let me out, damn it!” Ni roared as she curled up inside the warm pouch-like organ. She could hear Obanai’s soft heartbeat from within him. This didn’t calm her down though. Instead, fear started to take hold of her. “Please..don’t kill me.”

“We’re not going to kill you, miss. We just need to take you back home.” Obanai held his belly as he hissed softly. “Will she be okay?” Mitsuri asked, worried. “She will..let’s just go home.” Obanai sighed, closing his eyes. Mitsuri nodded slowly as the couple started to make their way back to the Infinity Castle.

There was no way out for Ni now. She was exhausted with an injured wing and tired attitude. She listened closely to Obanai’s sound, hoping he was truthful. Luckily, there was no sound of deception. Ni sighed as she wrapped her wings around herself, slowly dozing off.

Art from a Friend!!

This was done by @muzansmissingspiderlily Thank you so much! This honestly means a lot to me!!

ObaMitsu Love Vore Fic?

(Pred Mitsuri caring for her boyfriend/husband)

Maybe Kaburamaru just hangs out on her neck/in her braids while she ‘belly snuggles’ Obanai?

(Awwww! This was so cute! Honestly I really should write more fics with them. They’re honestly one of the few straight ships I like. Hope you enjoy the story!)

Cozy and Warm

(An Obamitsu Vore Fanfic!)

Warnings: Just fluff and soft vore!

“Oh, I can’t wait for Obi to come home!” Mitsuri chirped to herself as she paced back and forth in their room. Her wings puffed up in excitement while she waited for her beloved husband. They were both sent on missions to patrol nearby towns, but they had to separate as their destinations weren’t the same. The Love Hashira was luckily able to head home after a few hours, but her husband wasn’t so lucky.

Mitsuri chirped and mewed as she paced. She was mostly excited, but a small amount of anxiousness was starting to prick at her mind. Thoughts like “Is he okay?” or “He probably would’ve mind called me if something happened, right?” plagued her mind. She tried her best to shake these thoughts off, but they were to no avail.

Mitsuri opened the door to their room and peaked outside, staring through the confusing, yet oddly comforting environment of the Infinity Castle. “I’m glad that we aren’t too far away from everyone now..” The Love Hashira chirped as she watched the Half Demons go about their business.

Then, a soft knock echoed from the other door. “S-sweetheart..I-I-it’s me..” Obanai’s voice was soft and oddly shaky, as if he just stepped out of an ice box. “Obi!” Mitsuri flew over to the over door and swung it open. However, what she saw almost brought her to tears.

Obanai was shaking profusely and his eyes had a sickly gaze in them. The bandages that usually covered his maw were off, revealing his snake-like maw which was dripping with black poison. He held his arms tightly against his chest, almost in a defensive position. “Obi! What happened?!” Mitsuri mewed, worriedly.

“D-damn bl-blizzard..” Obanai shivered and shook as he rested his head on Mistsuri’s chest. Kaburamaru stayed close to Obanai’s neck, trying to warm up himself. “Here, come inside!” Mitsuri took his hand and led him to their soft futon. Obanai’s steps were slow and weak as he followed her. Together, they sat on the futon and Mitsuri, being the sweet person that she was, was putting heavy and thick blankets around Obanai.

“Why did you stay out there for that long? You know that your body is incredibly sensitive to the cold!” The Love Hashira looked at him with a concerned gaze. “I’m sorry, dear. I just needed to make sure my patrol was done.” Obanai hissed softly as Kaburamaru stuck his head out of Obanai’s haori and slithered over to Mitsuri.

She gently picked up the snake, letting it slither around her neck and curl up. Mitsuri sighed while looking at Obanai. He was still shivering despite the thick blankets. Luckily, she knew what she had to do. “Obi, it’s okay. I can keep you warm, okay?” Obanai nodded, knowing what she was going to do.

Mitsuri scooted closer to him and kissed him softly, before lowering her jaws over his head. Obanai didn’t stir as he was carefully swallowed. The light pink walls were gentle with his aching body. A lovely warmth could be felt all around him which soothed his icy form.

Once she was far enough with the process, Mitsuri tilted her head back to swallow the last of her husband. Obanai cooed softly as he fully entered her stomach, curling up inside. He listened to her soft heartbeat and the noises her tummy was making. The Serpent Hashira wrapped his tail around his legs as he felt the last of the ice melt away from his soul. “Thank you, sweetheart.” Obanai purred quietly.

Mitsuri smiled as she held her tummy close. “Of course! It was the least I could do.” Kaburamaru softly nuzzled against her cheek, causing her to giggle. “Do you feel any better?” Mitsuri asked sweetly. “I believe so. It’s a lot warmer here than it is out there.” Obanai’s voice was muffled, but still audible.

“Well, I’m happy that you’re okay, Obi! You really scared me there!” Mitsuri chirped gently as she laid down, wrapping her wings around her and her stomach. “I’m sorry..I should’ve come home earlier.” Obanai hissed regretfully. “Hey, it’s okay. We’re together now and that’s all that matters, right?” Mitsuri chirped happily. Obanai looked around at his surroundings and smiled softly. “Right.”

It happened when I ran from my older brother. He’s almost worthy of becoming a member of the Twelve Kizuki, or so the master says, so I had to do my best to get away from him. The cat hisses at the mention of Strifles’s brother. We have the same Blood Demon Art, except mine is weaker.

A small child demon with jaguar ears, paws, and a tail was curled up against a tree, crying. His pitch black eyes with blue jewel-like pupils were streaming with tears. His ragged navy blue kimonoi, which looked way too big for him, and his black pants were covered in claw marks. His messy, shirt, black hair was dirty and had specks of blood in it.

*Rui had heard the smaller boys quiet cries from a short ways away and had decided to investigate thinking that one of Douma's younger cult members had accidentally gotten caught in one of his webs. You then hear him call out to you from the tree next to you in a quiet voice as he tried to sound more calming. Luckily this is not the first time he has encountered a frightened child that is younger than him and it most likely would not be the last* "Hello there, is everything alright?"

Half-Demon! Tanjiro AU

Chapter Two:

Smoke Signal

Warnings: There’s still quite a bit of angst, but it does have a happy ending!

Word Count: 2150

Darkness surrounded Sanemi’s mind as time passed. It had been three days since Tanjiro’s disappearance…and Genya’s death. Sanemi’s last sibling..the last person he truly loved..was gone. He isolated himself from everyone. Whenever he did show his face, he dared not to speak. In a way, his behavior was very similar to how Giyuu used to act.

This was strange to the both of them, since Sanemi would often criticize Giyuu for his avoidant behavior. Yet here he is now, sitting on the back porch of his estate with his eyes staring at the ground. The Wind Estate was usually quiet, even when Genya was here, but now it felt empty.

A knock could be heard from the other side of the mansion. Sanemi knew who it was and silently stood up to greet them. The Wind Hashira slid open the door and stared into the empty house. It was clean and nothing had been touched since Genya’s passing. Training swords, both of wood and steel, were hanging on racks that were leaning against the side walls.

In the middle of the room stood a table. There wasn’t much that was special about it, say for a purple bonsai tree that Genya had gifted him. Sanemi couldn’t take his eyes off of the tree. His brother gave it to him as an apology for blaming him for their mom’s death. At the time though, Sanemi only spat in his face and shrugged it off. He wished Genya would’ve known how much he cherished the tree and how he actually did care about him.

It was too late now. Sanemi shook his head before walking past the table. Shadows crawled on the gray walls and sliding doors as Sanemi walked past. The only light that shone in the house came from the back and front doors. Sanemi saw the outline of the only other Hashira to still be alive as he approached the front door.

He slid the door open and immediately covered his eyes with his hand. The sun beamed down at his face with a harsh glow. Once his eyes adjusted, Sanemi looked at the Water Hashira, who was standing before him. “Good morning, Shinazugawa.” Giyuu greeted him in a tired voice.

“Morning..Why did you come here?” Sanemi didn’t seem agitated, just tired. “I just wanted to check up on you.” Giyuu’s eyes seemed oddly warm towards the Wind Hashira. “I’m fine, Tomioka..Just leave me be.” Sanemi went to walk back inside when Giyuu put his hand on the closing door. “No you’re not.”

Sanemi only sighed as he walked back through his estate. The Water Hashira followed him, observing the dark surroundings. Truth be told, he truly felt sorrow for his fellow colleague. He understood how Sanemi was feeling at this very moment. After Sabito’s death, Giyuu isolated himself from everyone, much like Sanemi is doing now. Giyuu knows personally how miserable he must be feeling and he doesn’t want anyone else to feel the same misery that he felt.

The Wind Hashira took his place back on the back porch, this time staring at the training ground. Giyuu stood behind him, eyeing the beautiful bonsai tree. It was the only source of color in the house, the only source of comfort. He looked back at Sanemi with an empathetic expression. He took off his haori, which held significant importance to Giyuu, and laid it comfortingly on Sanemi’s shoulders.

Sanemi looked up at him with disbelief and curiosity, but said nothing. Giyuu sat down next to him, scanning the Wind Hashira’s training grounds. “Sanemi..” Giyuu said with a heavy heart. “It’s not your fault.” Sanemi looked up at him with shock and a bit of anger. “Why would you say that?”

Giyuu closed his eyes before looking at him with warmth. “I know that you think that it’s your fault. You think that you could’ve saved him if you just tried harder.” Sanemi said nothing as he looked away, knowing that Giyuu was telling nothing but the truth. “Why are you telling me this?”

Giyuu sighed heavily, “Because I feel the same.” Sanemi widened his eyes, a realization had hit him. For the longest time, he couldn’t stand the way Giyuu acted. However right here and right now, he understood what the Water Hashira had been going through. Everything made sense and they truly weren’t so different after all.

A fire burned brightly in the dead of night. It had been a full week since Tanjiro’s disappearance. The young slayer had been hunting rabbits to survive. He had one roasting above his makeshift fire. Tanjiro only stared at the flames as his mind drifted away.

Although it was killing his heart, Tanjiro chose to stay away from his friends. He didn’t know what had happened to him and he didn’t know if he would rip them to shreds on accident. The younger missed them with every fiber of his being, but he thought that it would be best to isolate himself. At least, that’s what he told himself.

Despite still being a demon, he hadn’t had any cravings or instinctual behaviors. He acted just like his human self and he still had his memories. Regardless of that, Tanjiro convinced himself that he was a danger.

Unbeknownst to him, a Kasugai Crow was servailing the area. It cawed softly as it perched on a nearby tree. The crow swirled it’s head and saw the rising smoke. The bird’s eyes widened as it realized that it was a man made fire. Perfectly controlled and well placed. The crow shook its body as it spread its wings, taking off to the night sky.

Giyuu had chosen to stay with Sanemi. He knew that the Wind Hashira would need some time to recover and doing it alone would just make it even harder. Surprisingly, Sanemi let him do this. He understood that he really needed the company and although he would never admit it, Sanemi did enjoy Giyuu’s presence.

They sat together on the back porch, eating some rice balls after a long day of training. The two Hashiras sat there in silence, but their spirits weren’t too low. “Caw! Caw!” Sanemi’s crow came swooping in. “Hm? What is it?” Sanemi grumbled as the crow sat in front of them.

“There has been suspicious activity in a nearby town! Caw!” Both Hashiras’ eyes widened. “Suspicious activity? What do you mean?” The crow ruffled its feathers. “A fresh fire has been spotted by an abandoned shed! Rumor has it that the fire looks man made! Caw!”

“Really? Do you think it’s him?” Sanemi’s voice sounded both concerned and curious. “There’s a high possibility! Caw!” The two Hashiras looked at each other. “I can’t believe it..” Giyuu said with relief and hope.

Then, loud footsteps could be heard running towards them. “Coming’ through!” The familiar voice of the boar slayer called out from the woods. Inosuke, Zenitsu, Nezuko, and Kanao emerged from the forest and skidded to a stop right in front of the Hashiras.

“We..we just got the news.” Nezuko panted heavily as she tried to regain her breath. Their clothes were patched up and their wounds were covered with clean bandages. Giyuu stood up and dusted off his clothes. “You four are looking better. Glad to see that you’re recovering.”

The Water Hashira went to grab his sword from the rack against the left side wall. Sanemi did the same except his sword was on the right. They swiftly placed their swords into their personal scabbards and faced the group. “Tomioka and I will be heading off.” Sanemi said plainly as he walked past them.

The group just looked at them, dumbfounded. “We’re coming with you!” Zenitsu demanded. Giyuu looked up at them and tilted his head. “No you’re not. The Hashiras can handle this. You’ve done enough.” Sanemi didn't turn to them when he said that. If it comes to it, he didn’t want to kill Tanjiro in front of his friends. That would crush them.

“We’re not asking, Tankenmi! We’re going to find him!” Inosuke yelled like a sergeant before crossing his arms. Sanemi nor Giyuu said anything. “Please..if he really can’t control himself..if we really have to fight him..you’ll need more than just two Hashiras. He is the new demon king after all.” Kanao pleaded with a pained voice.

“She does have a point you know.” Giyuu sighed softly. Sanemi only turned his head slightly before huffing. “Fine..” Both Giyuu and Sanemi bolted into the forest with incredible speed. “Alright! Hahaha!” Inosuke laughed maniacally as the group of slayers followed them. “Okay, Monjiro! Here we come!”

Tanjiro was curled up in the corner of the abandoned shed. The nights were cold here due to the walls not being completely sealed. All he had for light was a single candle. He was able to figure out that he can manipulate solar flames by trying to use his Sun Breathing to light the candle.

The young slayer mewed to himself as he sat there. Longing had taken over his heart and with each passing moment, he only missed his friends more. He still remembered their individual scents. Their all too familiar marks that their bodies gave off. Tanjiro wished that he could smell them again.

But the young boy did. Tanjiro caught their scents as he sniffed the air. At first, he was relieved, but panic soon overcame him. “No! They can’t find me like this! I’ll hurt them!” Their scents were vastly approaching at incredible speeds.

Since the scents were coming from past the door, he knew that he couldn’t take that route. Tanjiro looked around him, only to see a shattered window near the top of the shed. “That’ll work.” Tanjiro sunk his claws into the rotted wood and he started to climb up.

Unfortunately, his new, large body was too heavy for the wood to withstand. It cracked and nearly caved in, causing his body to fall with a loud thud. “He’s in here, guys! I can hear him!” A hopeful Zenitsu yelled from the other side, causing Tanjiro to yelp in anguish.

Then, a sword sliced through the door, splitting it in half. Giyu rammed his body through the broken door, causing splinters to fly everywhere. He looked up at the young slayer with wide eyes. Tanjiro pinned himself to the back wall of the shed. “No! Please..stay back.” He pleaded.

The rest of the group followed Giyuu in. The rest of the Kambako squad looked upon him in wonder, while Sanemi placed a hand on his sword. Tanjiro was on the verge of a panic attack. His breathing was incredibly heavy as his eyes darted from one person to the next.

“Tanjiro..it’s really you.” Nezuko whispered as she stepped closer to him. “No! Stay away from me!” He whimpered, causing the others to look upon him in shock. “I don’t want to hurt you.” The poor boy was shaking horribly. He was terrified.

“Your sound is mostly the same.” Zenitsu sighed, relieved. Everyone turned to him, confused. “His sound..it’s the same kind and gentle sound that he once had. It just has some soft growls and purrs now.” The Kamboko squad and Giyuu lowered their weapons, but Sanemi didn’t.

“I just don’t want to hurt you. I have no idea what happened to me and..I..I.” Tanjiro couldn’t mutter another word as both fear and sorrow gripped him. “But you’re not attacking us now.” Giyuu spoke in a kind and calm manner. “If you truly were a demon, you’d be trying to kill us right now.”

The dam had finally broken and Tanjiro fell to his knees, sobbing. “I’m so sorry I left you! I just didn’t want to hurt you!” Nezuko, Zenitsu, and Kanao immediately went to embrace him. Tanjiro pulled them into a hug and mewed softly.

“Well that wasn’t too hard!” Inosuke laughed. “You too, Inosuke!” Nezuko pulled him into the hug, causing him to yelp. Giyuu only smiled, happy that Tanjiro was finally found.

“So..What exactly are we going to do about this? I mean he’s a demon!” Sanemi spoke harshly. “I don’t think he’s a full demon. He has his memories and morals, so he isn’t going to be a problem.” Giyuu sighed heavily. “All we can do now is tell everyone the good news.” Sanemi only nodded to Giyuu’s response and looked back at the young slayers.

Sanemi’s crow immediately took off, spreading the word. “Young Kamado’s been found! Caw! Young Kamado’s been found!” Aoi peeked her head out from the Butterfly Estate’s window, relieved. “Thank the stars.” Kiriya sat in the old meeting room of his father’s mansion, the crow perched on his arm. “So, he’s a demon, yet he has his memories and morals.” He chuckled to himself. “Maybe he’s something new..maybe..he’s a half-demon.”

I think it would be hilarious,since inosuke is so loud and obnoxious,that he gets on someone of your choices nerves enough to get them to pouch him,which would of course make him madder...please...? I think it would be great fic

(Oh lord, I love this idea! Sorry that it took so long and is rather short. I’ve been pretty stressed out lately, but I hope you enjoy this fic! It’s certainly a funny idea.)

Just Get Along!

(A Demon Slayer Vore Fanfic)

Warnings: Just soft vore really.

“I’m not your damn minion!” Gyutaro, the Upper Rank Six half demon, growled. He and his sister, Daki, had been assigned by Tanjiro to scout a village near the Entertainment District for any demonic activity. Now normally, these missions weren’t too unbearable, but there was one problem. They assigned to work with Inosuke Hashibira.

“Huh?! What do you mean?! Didn’t you see the way I handled that beast?!” Inosuke yelled, stomping his feet like an excited animal. Luckily the fight with said demon didn’t take all too long, but what Inosuke was missing was the fact that Gyutaro and Daki had done as much as he did. “The way YOU handled the beast?! We all did it together!” Gyutaro snarled back.

“Just shut up.” Daki thought to herself as she rolled her eyes. She was just tired of hearing it at this point. They had been fighting like this since they started the mission and it didn’t seem like it was going to stop. “Oh stop being so jealous! There’s no shame in admitting that I’m just that powerful!” Inosuke laughed, teasingly.

“I’m not jealous, you stupid boar! There are many other things about you that I could be jealous of! Your good looks..your healthy body..but your power? We’re about at the same level!” Gyutaro gritted his teeth as he thought about his imperfections. Daki just shook her head, knowing that he had a loving boyfriend back at home.

“Well it’s not my fault that you only look normal when you pouch someone!” The boar slayer scoffed. Daki’s eyes widened when he made the comment. Whether Inosuke knew it or not, he just made a grave mistake. A low rumble came from Gyutaro as he grabbed Inosuke by the forearm. “ALRIGHT THAT’S IT!”

Gyutaro quickly spun Inosuke around and lowered his jaws over the boar’s head. “What the? Hey!” Inosuke tried to struggle against the lime green muscles of Gyutaro’s throat, but it was to no avail. The half demon’s throat dragged Inosuke deep into Gyutaro’s body. All the way to his stomach.

Inosuke crossed his arms as soon as he nestled down in the pouch-like organ. “What the hell was that for, Dycaturo?!” Inosuke grumbled, pouting like a toddler. Gyutaro huffed as he placed a hand on his slightly swollen belly. “Don’t insult me like that again, and it’s Gyutaro, you dumb boar!”

Daki sighed, irritated at their shenanigans. “You know, Nezi is going to kill you if she finds out you ate her boyfriend.” Gyutaro shook his head, dismissing the comment. “It’s not like I’m going to digest him or anything.” Inosuke pawed at the soft walls that surrounded him. “You better not!”

“Shut up.” The spotted half demon sighed as they all headed back to the Infinity Castle. “That’s what I’ve been saying this whole time..” Daki growled to herself, hoping this venture would end soon.

“So let me get this straight. You and Inosuke were bickering, he made an insulting comment, and you pouched him, is this correct?” Tanjiro asked, baffled. Nezuko also had a baffled expression as they looked upon the Shabana siblings. Gyutaro’s face was an embarrassed, blushing mess and Daki had enough of them.

“Yup, he sure did.” Daki mewed tiredly. Tanjiro then turned to Nezuko in disbelief. All they wanted were the different half demons to become friendly with each other, but they guessed that sometimes people just don’t get along.

“Maybe we shouldn’t have them go on missions together anymore.”