I Cannot Stop Imagining What Will Happen When We Come Backi Wonder If You Will Be In The Making Of Pt

I cannot stop imagining what will happen when we come back…i wonder if you will be in the making of pt 2…(if there is one ofc) 🤨🤨

hii!! 🪶anon here again :3 I dunno if my other ask got sent- buttt anyways what about enmu x boobs (I'm 18+, i just dont feel fully comfortable w/ my age yet even tho its anonymous (⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠))

-🪶 anon :3

Hiiiii yes! Absolutely!!! This is also at the request of #1 Enmu ass-slapper @starfishoverdrive 🥰 also tagging @anxious-chick

side note: this gif of him is so cute.

Content Guidance: NSFW. Biting, blood, psychic somnophilia?? Is that a thing? It is now.

Enmu x Boobs

You were a passenger onboard an overnight train from Nagasaki to Tokyo.

Enmu noticed you the moment you arrived, his breath catching in his throat as he observed you. The way you moved, the way your lovely, soft chest bounced when the train lurched into motion, ohh... you were intoxicating.

Soft, alive, so ripe and sweet. He desired nothing more than to pluck you from the rest of the crop and enjoy your sumptuous flesh.

His mouth and his cock were watering.

It pained him to wait until you were actually ready to slumber, until you retired to the private roomette and locked yourself away from the other humans.

Oh, he could very easily use his blood demon art and put you to sleep, but waiting, yearning, hungering was just as delicious as manipulating you to his whims.

However, the moment you drifted off in your cozy bed for the night, he wound his way into your subconscious and gave you the most beautiful dream he could conjure.

He introduced himself to you, and repeated your name in his delicate voice after you gave it to him.

Such an unusual human... normally people were aghast to see a demon prowling though their dreams, but not you.

"Mmmh..." he chuckled, leaning into you, his face so close to yours he could feel your breath on his lips. "Tell me, why aren't you afraid, human? Are my fangs not sharp? Do you not feel the primal, subconscious terror of knowing I could so easily consume you? I could... pop you between my teeth like a ripe berry."

He wasn't sure if he was annoyed or delighted, but the hunger in his eyes was mirrored in your own.

Oh, you little deviant, you were most certainly determined to have a pleasant dream with him, he could practically feel the desire flowing through you.

Slowly, and of your own free will, you pulled off your top, exposing your bare breasts to him.

Enmu found himself completely consumed with a very human desire, one he couldn't simply drown out. He fell to his knees before you and took your nipple into his mouth, guided by your gentle hand at the back of his head.

There was nothing for him to gain from it. It made no sense. He couldn't lick and suck you into his belly like this, and yet... yet he was compelled to do it, simply to hear you moan, to watch your head loll back and your pretty, almost pained expression of pleasure as he swirled his tongue around and around your hardening nipple.

"Ohhhh~ they're so soft... so delightfully warm. And so very, very sensitive, aren't they my dear?"

His fangs penetrated your soft flesh, pulling an elated, agonized cry from you. Your grip on him tightened as he lapped your blood from the plump flesh of your breast.

You coiled the longer black and teal tufts of his hair around your fingers as you gazed down at him, enamored with the sight of him suckling. His mouth was eager, sloppy, his eyes rolling back as he lost himself to the intimacy and pleasure of it all.

He adored you in that moment, especially when you pulled his head back to witness his crimson-stained lips and the little rivers running down his pale chin. And then pressed your breast back into his mouth so he could continue his feast.

And he wasn't doing a thing to encourage you; that was the enigma of it all... you let him feast on you freely, at least in your dream. Whether you would be so amiable upon waking was another matter... one he was just as excited to explore.

He grinned up at you as he let the blood drip down your flesh, watching it form perfect droplets on the end of your nipple before sticking his tongue out to lap it up, chuckling as you shivered and moaned with every lick.

And then suddenly the dream wasn't enough anymore. Oh, yes, he could very easily absorb you this way, manipulate his flesh to consume your sleeping body while he filled your head with nightmares and amused himself with your terror. But... it wouldn't be enough.

No, he needed to feel your nipple on his tongue in the flesh, he needed to smell the arousal emanating from you as he sucked your breasts raw. He needed to break your skin with his fangs and feel you cling to him, your thighs wrapped around his generous hips. He needed his cock inside you, he needed your blood inside him.

"Awaken, love," he cooed in your ear.

The train rocked steadily, the clackity-clack the only sound aside from your labored breaths.

"It was a dream," you said, the disappointment in your voice so utterly delightful he audibly whined.

And the moment your mind pieced it together, the moment you realized that the pretty demon gazing down at you as he straddled your body was as real and as tangible as you, he smelled the flood of arousal coursing through you.

"Don't stop," you whispered, exposing your breasts to him, even lovelier than in the dream. "Enmu..."

Oh! His name on your tongue was as sweet as your blood on his.

He lay in you arms until the sun came up, lapping at your flesh, feasting on your pleasure and your essence as if both sustained him in equal measure.

His cock stayed buried inside you, alternating throughout the night between languid thrusts as he kissed your saliva-slickened skin, and pounding into you so hard and fast he was sure the two of you might derail the carriage.

That a dream could pale in comparison to consciousness... Enmu had never known such a thing. But there you were, flooding his senses, permeating the core of him.

By the time the train pulled into Tokyo his heart ached to see you disembark, every cell in his body desperately pulling toward you even as the deadly sun beat down on the platform.

"Come back to me, my dream," he sighed, condemning himself to eternal pining for the crime of letting you go.

Little did he know, you were in the process of purchasing a return ticket

SHIDOU…..LMAO.

BROS THE TYPE OF GUY TO !

sypnosis ; cute things they do in a relationship

characters ; isagi, bachira, chigiri, reo, nagi, rin, sae, shidou, hiori, kurona, kaiser, ness

ISAGI the type of guy to tell his mom about you and ask her for advice.

BACHIRA the type of guy to talk shit about all the people you hate with you.

CHIGIRI the type of guy to use your hair ties and always keep one around his wrist.

REO the type of guy to rent out the place where you guys had your first date to propose.

NAGI the type of guy to purposely lose during games just to see the proud glint in your eyes when you finally beat him.

RIN the type of guy to switch places with you on the sidewalk so that he's facing the road.

SAE the type of guy to put his hand on your thigh while driving.

SHIDOU the type of guy to say "is this dude bothering you?" and proceed to beat up the air.

HIORI the type of guy to carry a polaroid around and hang pictures of the two of you in his room.

KURONA the type of guy to take you on stargazing dates.

KAISER the type of guy to randomly start flirting when he realises he's losing the argument.

NESS the type of guy to move you to the side by holding your waist.

Im in love with this.SM.

Can we just agree that Sekido is definitely the sub that loves to be in pain despite that he wants all of it. He acts so tough but if you torture him with whips on his balls and cock, marks and cuts from fangs, claws and marks on him and when he finally cuts he thanking reader and promises to be a good boy for them then he gets overestimated as a reward for obeying

yup yup, sekido is most definitely a masochist, he finds pleasure in being in pain, he mostly craves for intense sensations since he has high pain tolerance because he's a demon, and just like that, there's not much issue in inflicting pain because he'll regenerate fast anyway. however it'll be insteresting if you were an upper moon (more powerful than him) and pushed his regeneration limits as well as you torture his dick with ceaseless handjobs and slapping, it won't take much longer for him to crack. even to a masochist like sekido, being edged, hit, scratched and bit for so long can push him to his limits. it's very difficult to get someone like him to beg, but once he realizes the pain is consistent, that his wounds take longer to regenerate, that his cock is red and sore.. he suddenly feels overwhelmed by the amount of sensations washing over him all of the sudden and so he begins to whine and move around anxiously, seriously chasing a release this time. and since you aren't doing anything to make him cum comfortably, he begins to speak "f-fuck,, give it to me." and as soon as those words reach your ears you slap his dick, making his hips jump upwards, a choked moan trapped in his throat. "jesus, sekido, how many times do i have to tell you to have manners when you speak to me?" another slap across his sore cock is what makes him grunt, your hands continue to masturbate him roughly. "shit! fuck! c-come on!" "speak clearly." you groan, looking at him dead in the eyes which, certainly, make him fear you in an instant. he goes silent, biting his lower lip. "p-please.." "what? please what?" "agh! please, i wanna cum!! please let me cum!" "good" you smile mischievously and decide to give him what he has been waiting for.

Today is my birthday yall!!

FANFIC WRITERS. I'M WAITING FOR THAT NO NUT NOVEMBER ‼️🗣🔥

I dont really draw alot, this was technically something small…both were…also this is js me… ANYWAY CHRISTMAS IN 3 DAYS WHAT YALL GETTING?