So…
BRING ON THE EVERYTING!!!!
- Sexual Anons
- Pictures
- Sexual M!A’s
- Questions
- Kinks
- Sexual Drabbles
- And how could we forget the SMUT
- ANYTHING SEXUAL!!!!
SO BRING IT ON TUMBLR!!!! GIVE US YOUR BEST SHOT!!!!!!
I shall be waiting~!
I’m so detached and distant and cold at times, but I swear if you spark my interest, I can become so clingy and you’ll become so important to me and I will put so much of my time and effort towards you. But then you’ll get tired of me.
(Source: weeeenhi)
Remaining cooped up in the Room of Reckoning wasn’t exactly the most pleasant way to spend the past couple weeks, but it kept him away from that annoying new Conductor of his. The air in Shibuya wasn’t as stale as the River could be, but there was that hint to it.
A scowl crossed his lips. No one else seemed to notice such a thing. The Noise were no more than average, and the Reapers who were off seemed to be enjoying their time.
So then why did he feel as though stepping outside didn’t make a difference? Maybe he was better off hiding within a little bit longer.
Yoshiya nodded, cooing. “Oh, let us, please, teach me how to brew the perfect roast.” He rubbed against the Producer, wiggling his hips ever so slightly with a coy grin. “Show me how to perk it just right.”
A smirk quirking up the corners of the Angel’s lips, calloused hands moved to firmly grip the squirming hips, digging into the fabric of his jeans. “Oh, there’s more than just brewing it to worry about. You have to learn how to present it just right, with a puffy layer of froth mixing in with all the lovely cream.”
“Ohhh?” He delighted in the feel of hands digging into his hips, wishing the fabric wasn’t there, wishing it was skin on skin and the callouses were dragging along his hipbones. “You can teach me all of that, yes? I’ve never been good at presentation, but I’m willing to try for you~.”
He tilted his head into the Angel’s hand, feeling the sunglasses shift at the movement. “You sure?” His smile turned playful, “I’m sure something had to come to mind~” Yoshiya’s hand lifted and traced the revealed skin of Hanekoma’s chest. “Nothing you ask for is too much. If you really think its bothersome, think of it as a thank you for all the things you’ve already done for me, and will possibly do again.”
A rough gulp was made audible to the teen’s ears, the saliva barely making it past the sudden lump that the Angel discovered there to be in his throat. Oh, something had definitely nestled itself in the Fallen Angel’s mind and adamantly refused to take its leave, something that would suit his current status of being exiled from grace. Of course, he wouldn’t allow something like that to make itself be known any time soon, or at least as far as he planned. “Quite sure.” He replied curtly, reaching a hand to still the one playing along his chest. “And I’m merely acting of my own will every time I aid you.”
His eyes lit up at the sound, his whole body on alert; he knew he practically had Hanekoma in the palm of his hand. “Then, why don’t I believe you?” Yoshiya cooed, pressing his lips against the inside of Hanekoma’s wrist, his breath teasing the flesh. “You aren’t very convincing~”. His free hand lifted to the glasses Hanekoma allowed him to use, sliding them up past his eyes and into his hair, where they rested so he could meet the Angel’s gaze without any interference. “How about this, since you aren’t being very forthcoming~ I’ll give you what I think you want. How’s that?”
- uragirlshoujo
- antisocialmusiclover
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- aightgameon
Welcome to my Shibuya. Please do let me know if anything sticks out and pokes you in the eye, as that could be a serious hazard for visitors~.
“This is…the ‘Abandoned Universe’, right? I’ve heard a few rumors…”
“That it is. I’m surprised so many people continue to come and look.” He mused it probably had to do with the fact everyone was just waiting for it to crash and burn, and many wanted to see it live.
Hearing it was okay for him to hide out in this dimension sent a reassuring wave through his body; that relaxed most of the stiffness in his shoulders. His chances of landing in a nice Composer’s world could have been very slim, and he got lucky. And coincidentally this Joshua happened to be in a similar boat. The relationship between the Neku and Josh here may very well be the same as with his own former partner.
That was the only reason why he didn’t think much of this older Composer’s smirk. The boy was just used to seeing it. “Sounds like a good idea to me.”
Yoshiya nodded, almost clapping gleefully. “Wonderful!” His smirk spread into a genuine smile. The Composer relaxed and he offered a hand to this new Neku. How similar and yet different he was to all the other’s he had met… “I must ask, as I’ve noticed certain patterns in those Nekus I’ve managed to interact with… your Shibuya had the,” Yoshiya was not above making the air quotes, “Long Game, am I right?”
Why so many Shibuyas had this game was beyond him, but maybe that just meant his Shibuya XXX421 was superior in that aspect? “Is there anything inherently different in the sensation of your Shibuya and mine? I’m far too curious for my own good, and I cannot explore this matter for myself.”
(Source: musicallyinclinedcomposer)
Welcome to my Shibuya. Please do let me know if anything sticks out and pokes you in the eye, as that could be a serious hazard for visitors~.
Still unsure as to whether or not this Composer was dangerous, Neku hesitated before giving his response. He took a small step back to comfort himself and cleared his throat. “I didn’t accuse you of any ‘crimes’.”
“I was just… trying to get away for a while. Sorry.”
Yoshiya thought about it for a few moments and agreed, that maybe this Neku hadn’t accused him of anything, but it was always just a matter of time. Not to mention the fact he had done some fairly recognizable horrible things, but that Neku didn’t know this. He cleared his throat and the nineteen-year-old gave this Neku a small smile. “You’re welcome to escape here as long as you like.
”Plus I’ve been trying to hide from my Neku, so in a sense I suppose I’m doing no different than you. Shall we hide together and save time?” The Composer’s eyes sparked deviously, and his lips were quirked in a smirk. Would this Neku take the bait? Plus it would be some entertainment and who didn’t like that?
(Source: musicallyinclinedcomposer)
Sometimes he liked to do this, he liked to lay in the middle of the Scramble Crossing and feel the sensation as people walked through him, completely unaware of his very existence. Sometimes it tickled, feeling the way strings of their individual Imaginations would unknowingly tug or touch his wings. Other times it was painful, especially when he happened to lay in the spot that one of his people would end up dying that day. During those times, those brief moments when their lives would fade within arms reach of the Shibuyan Composer, Yoshiya would let himself cry for the city ward that couldn’t cry for Her people.
Today was not one of those days.
Today his laying in the Scramble signified nothing but his own innate laziness. He was waiting for the moment when his Conductor would come searching for the wayward Composer, and he was going to enjoy this freedom while it lasted. Yoshiya gave a contented sigh and almost attempted to snuggle into the pavement. — ❇
Traveling between dimensions was getting easier, but it was still strange and somewhat tiring. Neku’s world went dark; his lungs feeling tight and briefly stolen of air. Before the natural instinct to panic over suffocation, the Imagination relaxed into a normal state. At least, as normal as it could be. This wasn’t his own Shibuya. His music didn’t match.
It was rude to pop in, in another’s world without a reasonable excuse. Neku knew that Joshua once took refuge in a kind dimension ruled by Tin Pin Slammer. This wasn’t likely that same place, but the young boy had to get away for a while. He and his Composer had been yelling at each other to the point of a physical struggle. After hitting Joshua squarely in the chest, Neku decided it was best to put some temporary distance between them.
He wasn’t expecting to bump into the Composer the minute he arrived. The younger glared in both exasperation and rage. “You followed me!? Can’t you give me some space for five—” The realization dawned on him that this Joshua’s song was unlike the one he had at home. This Composer was the one of this world.
Yoshiya blinked, completely caught off guard by the sudden appearance of a younger Neku, a Neku that was undoubtedly from another Shibuya realm. The Composer’s lips pursed together and he heaved a very put upon sigh; he had hoped this would have stopped once he received a Conductor.
”I think this is a common occurence for you Nekus,” he remarked, shifting into the form his Neku and Shibuya recognized as normal: the nineteen- almost twenty-year-old body, “immediately jumping to conclusions.” His head tilted, and a lock of hair fell in front of his face. “Do you all like to immediate accuse of crimes one hasn’t committed in every world too?”
He tucked the lock behind an ear and crossed his arms, feeling the tall-tale skip in the Shibuya frequency as his wings dispersed and his appearance became visible in the RG.
(Source: musicallyinclinedcomposer)
