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How’s it goin? Haven’t checked in for a while. Came to let you know the blog name for the non archive has changed! It’s @melon-cream-enmu now!

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Ok, blog is made, please head to @peach-cream-enmu !!! I’ll slowly be moving things over.

#oops #have t reblogged this in over a month

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Ok, blog is made, please head to @peach-cream-enmu !!! I’ll slowly be moving things over.

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Ok, blog is made, please head to @peach-cream-enmu !!! I’ll slowly be moving things over.

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Ok, blog is made, please head to @peach-cream-enmu !!! I’ll slowly be moving things over.

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Ok, blog is made, please head to @peach-cream-enmu !!! I’ll slowly be moving things over.

[peach-cream-yukio]

Ok, blog is made, please head to @peach-cream-enmu !!! I’ll slowly be moving things over.

[peach-cream-yukio]

Ok, blog is made, please head to @peach-cream-enmu !!! I’ll slowly be moving things over.

[peach-cream-yukio]

Ok, blog is made, please head to @peach-cream-enmu !!! I’ll slowly be moving things over.

[peach-cream-yukio]

Ok, blog is made, please head to @peach-cream-enmu !!! I’ll slowly be moving things over.

[peach-cream-yukio]

Ok, blog is made, please head to @peach-cream-enmu !!! I’ll slowly be moving things over.

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Hi, I’m seeing new followers recently, but this blog isn’t active anymore! You can find me on @peach-cream-enmu !!! All the masterlists from this blogged are linked at the bottom of the pinned post there as well! I write for the same stuff over there as I did here!

Age in your bio if you follow or you’ll get blocked

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Hi, I’m seeing new followers recently, but this blog isn’t active anymore! You can find me on @peach-cream-enmu !!! All the masterlists from this blogged are linked at the bottom of the pinned post there as well! I write for the same stuff over there as I did here!

Age in your bio if you follow or you’ll get blocked

[peach-cream-yukio]

Hi, I’m seeing new followers recently, but this blog isn’t active anymore! You can find me on @peach-cream-enmu !!! All the masterlists from this blogged are linked at the bottom of the pinned post there as well! I write for the same stuff over there as I did here!

Age in your bio if you follow or you’ll get blocked

[peach-cream-yukio]

Most of Xaldins lines in KH2 are about him being angry about love and I don’t think we ever learn why he’s so angry about it. Like what happened when he was a somebody that made him resent it so hard?

Anyway, I want him to fuck me so bad. He’s heafcanoned at like 6’-6’6” so hes talllll and he’s also really buff so I just KNOW his dicks built like a concrete pillar. I want him like…

A new nobody, I’m just a replacement should anyone disappear but Xemnas doesn’t care enough to keep me away from others, letting me interact with teammates despite not being a member truly. Buddying up with Axel Roxas and xion and talking about hearts and what it must feel like to be loved, and Xaldins tired of over hearing it. Coming back from a stressful mission he sees me after I part ways with the group and the warm smile on my face is infuriating. Why am I happy? How is my Nonexistence something to be happy about?

I want him to grab me, pull me to his room as I pull at his hold and try to get him to let me go. Want him to throw me down and rut against me as I lay there with fear welling up in the tears in my eyes at the feeling of cock rubbing against me. Want him to hold me down with his huge hands on my back as he plunges his huge throbbing cock into my tight wet heat and I cry out, pushing my face into his pillow. Want him to force my pussy to mold to his dick and take all of him, so his heavy balls wetly smack my clit and it has me breathless.

God to hear him growl as he cums, harshly thrusting his hips so hard I’m jolted up the bed, mind numb at the feeling of his yummy cum flooding my fucking womb…*passes out and cums and dies*

Xigbar vexen ansem and Xemnas are my main thirsts but something about xaldins utter hatred for love makes him great noncon fuel

#ugh I wanna write about more kingdom hearts but I doubt any of you follow me for that

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Modern day enmu train noncon

Same as usual, noncon. Modern day setting, human perv Enmu, creep with expensive camera trope

It was surprisingly empty, the train car. You wonder why briefly as you walk to a seat, listening to the sound of your shoes on the carpet. Each set of sets with a table between them, two seats in a row. You scoot in and take a window seat, placing your bag across from you. You stare out at the scenery that passes and wait in the silent car.

Upon reaching and loading at the next stop, you don’t notice the man standing in the doorway. He stands for a minute or two as he stares at you. You look bored, tired, as you watch out the window as the train begins moving again.

He can’t take his eyes off you. You’re resting your chin on your hand. Your lashes brush your cheeks as you close your eyes and breathe deeply. Your hand smushes up your face a bit, lip in a pout and apple of your cheek high and soft. Your hand has his eyes trailing down to your neck. His thoughts fill with the urge to bite and kiss and suck at the skin.

He only thinks on it a moment before quietly locking the door behind him. Walking past you to lock the other would be suspicious so he silently hopes no one is in the car behind you to pass through. The closer he gets to you the hotter he feels. Your eyes turn to him as he stands beside you. They look so pretty reflecting the lights.

“Do you mind if I sit with you?” Your eyes briefly look around at all the empty seats before you shake your head, allowing him to sit next to you. You’d hoped he’d take the seat opposite that one, but don’t have it in you to say anything.

Maybe an hour passes and you talk for a bit before settling into a calm silence. You hadn’t notice at first but he has a camera with him, an expensive one. The bag is sleek and professional looking. You’d mistake it for his job if he hadn’t told you of his hobby.

Several stations pass and you know you still have a long way to go. You’ve both shifted occasionally, trying to be comfortable on such a long ride. You feel his knuckles brush your thigh as he pulls something from his pocket. Your thigh flinches ever so slightly at the touch. You see him pull a small digital camera from his pocket. He pauses as he catches your gaze and responds with a closed eyes smile.you go back to watching out the window and hear the small beep of the camera as it turns on and the shifting sound of the lense lengthening and retracting. You glance briefly and see him looking through photos on an sd card he slid in.

Your eyes close. You feel comfortable enough to do so.

You think he’s only sorting through photos, but eventually, he turns the camera to you. The sound is off, and the shutter is silent as he snaps photo after photo. He’d completely cleared the sd card, wanting to get as much of you as he could. The shift of your hips draws his attention.

You turn your back to the window and rest against it, eyes still closed. You don’t realize how your skirt rides up and your knee touches his leg, the absence of armrests between the seats allowing him this opportunity. His hands tremble as he quickly takes several shots of your thighs, your hips, and your face, now fully facing him.

You don’t mean to doze off, you just want to rest your eyes and your mind for a moment. Enmu presses the button again only to be met with ‘storage maxed’ on the small screen. He returns it to his pocket and agonizingly slowly creeps a hand to your leg. Your skin is so warm. He wants more.

You’re so tired you hardly feel it. Fingers stroking your skin, growing bolder as his palm meets to massage your thigh. The touch creeps closer, almost under your skirt when your mind clears and your eyes flutter open.

His eyes are locked on yours as he stops. He moves quickly as you sit up in shock. His other hand covers your mouth as the one on your thighs quickly moves between them. You’re too slow to close your thighs and when you do, you effectively trap his fingers against your heat. He shudders and bites his lip to quiet the moan that bubbles from his throat.

Your eyes tear up in fear as he strokes your lips through your panties. When your hands move to push his away from your mouth he grabs them. Even if you had time to scream, who would come for you? You had no clue if you were the only two on this train. But you didn’t, as his lips take yours desperately.

The way he touches you has your legs parting and your mind fogging. He’s clumsy but still toying with you perfectly. He can feel you getting wetter, and the taste of your tears that slowly trickle down to meet your lips is wonderful. He wiggles his hand and forces your legs apart to allow him more room. He shoved aside your panties and strokes through your lips to find your clit, the weight of your warm plush mound in his palm almost enough to make him cum. His touch leaves you panting and he stands, one leg knelt on his seat. His face now is above yours and he lets drool drip into your open panting mouth.

His fingers roughly enter you and despite being wet your not opened up enough to take the strain comfortably. Your lips frown and you suck air through your gritted teeth with a whine. He lets go of your hands in favor of holding your face and kissing and sucking marks into your neck. Despite the slight burn, his fingers bullying that spongy spot in your walls has you coming with a cry, unfortunately of his name. He shudders above you and you catch sight of the wet spot in his light gray slacks. His face returns to yours and you look each other in the eyes.

You scramble up and push at him and successfully get him out of your way. It’s a scramble of limbs and he’s pushed to the floor. He’s kneeling, bent forward on his seat and under the table and you try to quickly scramble over your seats. But his hands grab your thighs and pull, ducking under the table and leaving you to crash back down, now sitting in his previous seat. You feel his hot breath on your inner thighs and his nails digging into your skin keep you from closing them.

Enmu pulls you closer so you’re slouched in your seat, pussy more exposed to him and his lips and tongue work your cunt. You cry and try to push his head away with no luck. He’s messy, your slickness and his drool dripping down his chin and soaking into the seat. He has your thighs trembling and squeezing his head and you muffle his moans. He pets your thighs so gently you almost forget that this is unwanted attention from a stranger.

You cum on his tongue and you’re short of breath. He rises from the floor and takes your previous seat. You’re too tired to move away or struggle much when he picks you up and shifts you to sit in his lap. He pushes his pants out of the way enough to get his dick free and prods at your entrance. You can only whimper and attempt to shift away. But with no where to go but back and onto the table, you give in.

You doubt the table to handle a persons weight and don’t want to come out of this violated and with a bill for damages, so you let him sit you in his lap and on his cock. Your back goes stiff and your throat gurgles out a choppy sobbed whine that sounds like a purr and his hands caress you with awful gentleness.

When your body begins to relax and you slouch into him, he holds one hand on the back of your head, and one on your lower back. Your fists clutch his lapels shakily and you bury your face in his chest. You wouldn’t have pegged him as someone remarkably fit, but his thighs tense beneath yours as he lifts himself up enough to keep a constant rhythm as he ruts up into you.

It feels like your mind is shaking as he breathlessly chants your name in your ear, his voice burning itself a place in your head. As another orgasm drains you of your energy, you feel inklings of fear trying to trickle into your thoughts as his pace picks up speed and begin to falter. You don’t want him to, but you know that he will. The tears get thicker and you sob into his shoulder, nuzzling into the crook of his neck.

He puts all his strength into one last, hard thrust, and his cum floods your cunt. He trembles as he sits back down, holding your hips tight to his. You want to scream as he rubs your back and coos nonsense into your ear. You sit for a while, tightly held in his arms, until you feel cum dribble out of you and onto the seat below as his cock softens. The rumble of the train lulls your already exhausted form into a deep, dreamless sleep.

When you wake, Enmu stands beside you, your bag in hand, and coaxing you to stand. You’ve certainly missed your stop by now, he’s holding your things, and you have no fight left in you to take it and get away from him. So you let him lead you home. Or wherever it is he’s going. You don’t know, and won’t bother to figure out.

#I’ve never been on a fucking train and you can tell #this took a bit lmao #but anyway here it is!🫠 #creams confectionery

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