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Imagine your an upper rank and your lower rank demon Enmu disobeyed you by raising his voice at you and now you have to spank him. Ripping his pants off and kneeding his ass like squishy dough before slapping a hand on his right cheek ripping a moan out of him. Hitting the other cheek he moans again. You continue hitting his ass while tears prick from his eyes as he begs for mercy. Almost telling you to stop? And you took that as disrespectfully. You kept him down with your blood demon art as you stroked him off starting his oversimulation punishment. Poor him... That'll teach him to shut the fuck up💙

(I might make this into a fanfic.)

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

what would enmu think if his master ends up being interested in his darling?

i think enmu would be torn between his loyalty and his love for reader

I actually think it will be the opposite hehehe Enmu gives me huge cuck vibes and would be totally ok with his Master fucking his partner.

Enmu is so dedicated to Muzan that the fact that his Master is interested in his woman makes him super happy. If Lord Muzan is interested in you, it means that Enmu has somehow found the perfect woman and, even more miraculous, that perfect woman had fallen for him.

You were a demon and just as enamored with Lord Muzan as all demons were- as all demons had to be- and you could hardly believe it when you found out you were the object of Lord Muzan's desires. Being the king of demons, Muzan didn't feel the need to court you. You were already worshiping him at his feet, why not move a bit higher and worship his cock instead? He also didn't feel the need to ask for Enmu's permission- why would he? - but he didn't care if the lower demon wanted to watch. As long as he wasn't a bother.

One thing led to another and when Enmu gets cucked, seeing his beloved Master pound into his darling woman, the two of you enjoying each others bodies- he would die happy. It was almost like art seeing the two of you come together, Lord Muzan hardly romantic or intimate, but neither of you cared. He fucked you like a whore and you took it like a good little demon, making Enmu very proud.

If he gets to watch the way Muzan's splendid cock splits apart your pussy, the way his heavy balls clap against your skin, the way he marks your body up with his teeth, he'd consider it the highest honor. The way Muzan would suckle at your breasts, the moans he gets out of you that Enmu could never, the roughness in which he fucks you was nothing short of magnificent. Muzan choking you as he fucks you, pulling your hair, drawing blood as he bites you, slapping your face with his cock- all of it was simply stunning and you loved every second of it.

And if Enmu gets to fuck your face while his master breeds your pussy, he considers himself undeserving of such treatment. And if he gets to eat Muzan's cum out of your filled pussy, getting you to climax on his tongue while he tastes a mixture of the woman he loves and the man he has sworn loyalty to- how could he ever want anything more in life?