More Incorrect Quotes For My Half-Demon! Tanjiro AU!

More Incorrect Quotes For My Half-Demon! Tanjiro AU!

Enmu: Douma says a lot of things in his sleep, okay?

Douma: *sleeping* I put a whole bag of jelly beans up my ass..

Akaza: Enmu, what do you see in this man?!

Kokushibo: WHY IS YOUR REPORT CARD ON THE CEILING?!

Douma: You said to bring my grades up.

Kokushibo:.. I did say that, let me see

Urogi and Karaku: CALIFORNIA GIRLS WERE UNFORGETTABLE. DAISY DUKES, BIKINIS ON TOP!

Sekido: SHUT THE FUCK UP!!

Tanjiro: Guys! Be quiet. You’re scaring the baby..*is holding Aizetsu bc he’s crying.*

Akaza: Guess you ended up taking my advice after all, huh?

Rengoku, who is now a half demon: I’m not fighting you, Akaza

Akaza: Awwww, man.

Aww, thank you! *brings out some cookies* Would you like some?

Awwwww, You’re not scary! *outstretches arms* Want a hug?

*nods and awkwardly stretches out his arms*

Greetings! May I request some Doma soft vore? Maybe with a Reader insert or even Akaza?

( Akaza or Reader) is going through an emotional state where he/ they actually start having panic attacks and hyperventilating? If not Reader- I am new and don't know if there are rules where Reader inserts are not allowed on this blog- then Akaza! Have a gorgeous week!

(Here’s your fic request! I honestly had a lot of fun writing it and I hope that you enjoy just as much as I have. I was kinda afraid of writing Douma, but I don’t think I did a bad job. If you have any criticisms, leave them in the comments!)

No One Will Hurt You

(A Douma x G/N reader vore fic)

Warning: Panic attack, mention of death, PTSD, and comfort vore.

Today had been a great day for Douma. The time of worship at The Paradise Faith church had gone exceptionally well and none of his followers had to be punished. Although he was confused by one thing. You were absent from the church today.

He knew that you loved him dearly, so your absence was worrisome. Once all the preparations and rituals had been completed, Douma headed straight back to his home. Luckily, your home wasn’t too far from the church, so he was able to get there quickly. “Darling! I’m home!” He sang as he opened the sliding door.

It was quiet and dark inside the house. Again, this was also unusual. You would always greet him with a hug when he came home, so this worried him even more. “Darling, are you home?” He asked with a slight hint of worry. Douma knew that something was wrong.

The house was clean as it usually was, but there was a feeling of dread all throughout the house. Douma made his way over to the bedroom, hoping that you were there. Once he got to the bedroom door, Douma pressed his ear against it. He heard panicked breathing and soft sobs. Douma gently opened the door and said, “Darling?”

You were on the bed with your hands on your chest. Your breathing was irregular and you didn’t seem to notice Douma opening the door. Once he saw you, he immediately rushed to your side. He gently picked up your feeble human body and put you close to his chest. “Oh my.. What’s wrong?”

You couldn’t catch your breath, despite his presence. He knew that humans suffered from these events. “Panic attacks” he remembered that’s what you called them. He had never experienced one himself, but he knew that they were agonizing. “You poor thing.. here I know what will calm you down.”

Douma has helped you with these panic attacks before, so he knew what to do. He gently picked you up and put your head into his maw. Your breathing was still irregular, but you calmed down a bit when you felt the warmth of Douma’s maw. Douma then slowly started to swallow you. The warmth and plush like walls of his throat and belly were always enough to calm you.

Douma’s throat was like a soft, squishy tunnel that carried you down further and further into his body. He gently purred as you made your way down. Douma traced your body with his hand as you were being carried to his belly.

His belly was soft and warm. It was like a big pouch that you could curl up in. The plush walls moved gently around you. Douma’s belly made wonderful soothing sounds that always put you at ease. It was here that you were able to calm down. You were able to feel safe.

Douma sighed as he put his hand on his enlarged belly. “Are you okay, sweetheart?” Your breathing was still harsh, but you were able to speak now. “Yeah…” He was happy to hear that. He hated seeing you in pain. Although he didn’t feel it himself, Douma couldn’t bear the thought of seeing you hurt.

“Now tell me.” Douma said sweetly. “What happened?” You were quiet for a minute. “I..may have seen my mother’s killer..” Douma nearly gasped at this news. He remembered that you told him that your mother was killed a few years ago. They never caught the killer, so you used to live in constant fear until you met him.

“You did?…” He said softly. Douma gently rubbed his belly, hoping to soothe you. “Yeah, he didn’t notice me though. I was trying to get some candles for the cult when I saw him..” You winced through your tears. “Is that why you weren’t there to worship today?” Douma asked in a concerned voice.

“Yeah..I hope that you’re not mad.” Douma shook his head. “No, dear I’m not mad at you..I may not understand emotions that well, but I know that must’ve been hard for you.” You started to sob into the soft stomach walls. Douma heard your cries and held his belly close.

“I’ll find him, dear, and I’ll make him pay. Do you understand?” You nodded inside his belly. “I do..” Douma sighed in frustration. “Do you remember what he looks like?” You snuggled into Douma’s tummy. “He had brown, short hair, long legs, and a strange scar on his eye. He wore a black and green kimono and crimson pants.”

Douma nodded. “Thank you. I promise to find him by the end of the day.” Although you wanted him to go after the killer, you didn’t want to leave his side just yet. “Douma..” You said with a tired voice. “Yes?” He replied with a sweet hum. “Would you mind staying with me for a little while? I’m not really ready for you to leave.”

“Why of course!” He held his belly closer as he started to hum a gentle tune. Although he was a demon, he truly did care about you. Douma would stay by your side for as long as you needed him. But one thing was for sure. He will find the killer and make him pay for what he did to you.

Hi there :) Lovely page💕 Could you please write some Tanjiro x Zenitsu comfort vore from your AU where Tanjiro is half-demon? They are so cute! Love them! ✌️

(Sorry it took a bit to get to your request. I had a bunch on my plate these last few days. Tbh, you have no idea how much I enjoyed writing this! I’m honestly so happy that someone requested something for my AU! Anyways, here’s your fic and I hope you enjoy it!)

For anyone who doesn’t know the AU, the master post is here

When The Emotional Support Needs Comfort

(A Half-Demon! Tanjiro x Zenitsu Fanfic)

Warning: This story contains soft vore and a bunch of fluff

It had been a long day for Zenitsu. His latest mission had separated him and his half demon boyfriend, Tanjiro. To the blonde, Tanjiro was his emotional support and the source of his courage, so not having his company on a mission was dreadful.

Luckily his mission wasn’t all that difficult. Ever since Tanjiro became the demon king and a half demon, there haven’t been that many demon attacks due to them converting into beings like Tanjiro. However, they still had to deal with some nuisances that refused to convert. So they occasionally had to put up with them.

Zenitsu had been sent to deal with one of these nuisances. The demon was nothing compared to what he has dealt with before, but that didn’t stop him from panicking though. After dealing with the little devil, Zenitsu rushed as fast as he possibly could to get home.

It took roughly ten minutes to reach the house that they were assigned to stay in. It was quite a cozy place and it supplied everything they needed. The walls and floors were squeaky clean and each of them were given quite a bit of yen to spend on food.

“I wonder how they’re able to provide all of this.” The blonde thought as he walked through the brown, double doors. His sparrow sat on his shoulder, chirping happily. “Tanjiro~” Zenitsu sang. “Are you home?”

He heard a soft growl coming from the left hallway. Zenitsu spun himself around to see a set of glowing red eyes. “Hello, Zenitsu.” Tanjiro purred. “How was your mission?”

“It wasn’t as bad as I thought it was gonna be.” Zenitsu chuckled . “I still panicked though.” Tanjiro softly smiled and outstretched his arms. “Aww come here.”

Zenitsu almost leapt into his lover’s arms. “Tanjirooo, I missed you!” Zenitsu winced. Tanjiro chuckled and rested his head gently on Zenitsu’s. “I missed you too, dear.”

Zenitsu melted into the demon’s embrace. He listened to the soft sounds coming from Tanjiro’s chest. The demon’s kind and gentle heartbeat was always able to soothe Zenitsu. However, something was different. A sound of distress caught the blonde’s attention.

“Come on, darling.” Tanjiro let the blonde go and took him by the hand. “I bought us some rice balls on my way here.” The demon gently led Zenitsu into their bedroom. All the while, the blonde wondered what could Tanjiro possibly be hiding.

The demon hid his pain quite well. Zenitsu knew that Tanjiro would rather keep his problems to himself than worry his friends. The only way to make him take care of himself was to make him confront his problems and that was exactly what Zenitsu was going to do.

“They’re right over here.” Tanjiro approached the dimly lit nightstand and pulled out a small white box. “I’m not that hungry right now, so I’ll just eat mine later.” The demon sat on their futon and opened the little, white box.

Zenitsu gave him a small smile and picked up one of the treats. “Thank you.” He said softly. The warm rice ball sent a very special memory into the blonde’s mind. It reminded him of when they first met.

Zenitsu took a small piece of the top and gave it to his sparrow. “I bet you’re hungry too.” He said sweetly. The small bird took the piece, chirped with gratitude, and flew to its cage in the corner.

“How sweet.” Tanjiro purred as he crossed his legs. Zenitsu took a bite of the treat and sat in front of the demon. Tanjiro gently played with the blonde’s hair as he ate. Tanjiro’s silence was another indicator that something was wrong.

Once he was finished, Zenitsu cleared his throat. “Hey, Tanjiro.” Zenitsu asked, concern gripping his voice. “What’s wrong?” The demon tilted his head in confusion. “Well uh.. are you okay?”

Tanjiro seemed even more confused. “Of course I am. Why do you ask?” Zenitsu sighed. “Tanjiro, I know when you’re lying, so come on. Tell me what’s wrong.”

The demon chuckled while rubbing the back of his neck. “Heh, you got me.” Tanjiro sighed heavily. “Well on my mission, I had to save this poor girl from one of the more conservative demons” Zenitsu nodded, giving Tanjiro his full attention.

“And well.. when I finally killed him, she ran away screaming. She probably thought that we were fighting to eat her. I knew that she didn’t know who I was, but it still hurts. I don’t want anyone to fear me.”

This tugged at Zenitsu’s heart. He knew that Tanjiro would never hurt an innocent soul, even as a half demon. “I’m so sorry. I know you wouldn’t hurt anyone!”

Tanjiro gave him a soft smile. “Thank you, Zenitsu.” However, the demon returned to his thoughts. “To be honest, I’m still not sure if I can trust my demon side.”

Zenitsu’s mind scrambled to find a way to comfort him. It was pretty hard to do so, since the blonde was usually on the other end. “Maybe if..” Zenitsu mumbled.

“Hm? What’s wrong?” Tanjiro asked curiously. Zenitsu sighed, worried that his decision might fail. “Well I trust you, Tanjiro. If I didn’t, would I be willing to do this?” Much to the demon’s surprise, Zenitsu stuck his head and shoulders into Tanjiro’s maw.

The demon was taken aback by this gesture. Zenitsu was usually afraid to be eaten, but now he was willing to be devoured. The blonde gently relaxed in the demon’s maw. It was surprisingly warm and soft.

A sudden anxiousness came over the blonde. “I..I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have done that! It must be incredibly weird to you!” Zenitsu cried.

Strangely, he felt Tanjiro patting his back. Truth be told, the demon wasn’t weirded out at all. He knew that all Zenitsu was trying to do was comfort him. Tanjiro gently started to swallow the rest of the blonde’s body.

Zenitsu started to relax once more as he felt his body going deeper and deeper into his lover. “Thank you.” The blonde murmured as he entered the demon’s throat.

Tanjiro’s swallows were swift and gentle. He had to be careful not to let Zenitsu get scratched by his fangs. All he wanted to do was to hold Zenitsu close and enjoy his comfort.

The demon’s throat was warm and dark. Zenitsu could hear Tanjiro’s soothing sound a lot better here than outside. The blonde let his body be soothed by the soft sounds and warmth.

Tanjiro was quick to finish his comfort food. The weight of his lover had finally entered his belly and the sudden fullness almost overwhelmed him. Tanjiro gently held his bloated tummy close to him and purred, “Are you okay in there?”

The demon’s stomach felt like a warm and protective blanket to Zenitsu. He lavished in the warmth and gently cuddled up to the soft, plush walls. He could hear Tanjiro’s muffled voice from the outside. “Yeah, I’m okay!” Zenitsu replied. “Uh., sorry. I didn’t mean to weird you out.”

“You didn’t weird me out.” Tanjiro purred as he started rubbing his belly. “This is actually quite soothing. Thank you.” Zenitsu could feel his face turning red. “I-it’s no problem. This is actually pretty comfortable.”

Tanjiro smiled to himself. “I’m glad to hear that. We should probably get to bed soon. We both had a rough day.” Zenitsu gently rubbed the walls around him. “Yeah we probably should. Could we also do this another time?”

The demon chuckled, “Of course!” Tanjiro gently tucked himself into the futon and curled up protectively around his belly. “Thank you for comforting me. I love you, Zen.”

Zenitsu nuzzled into the soft walls. “You looked like you needed it.” He chuckled. “I love you too.” And with that both the demon and the blonde fell asleep in each other’s embrace.

I would love to do this!

Reblog if you write fanfic and would be totally down with your followers coming into you askbox and talking to you about your fic

*walks up to you and gently wraps arms around you* I hope you feel better!

Awwwww, You’re not scary! *outstretches arms* Want a hug?

*nods and awkwardly stretches out his arms*