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Neku Sakuraba (TWEWY) RP Blog. Please read the about sections before interacting.

[his-proxy-blog]

That's the price you pay

Leave behind your heartache, cast away

Just another product of today

Rather be the hunter than the prey

And you're standing on the edge, face up 'cause you're a

Natural

A beating heart of stone

You gotta be so cold

To make it in this world...

[his-proxy-blog]

You're so hot you could bring God to His knees. No, seriously, that's your testimonial, heehee.

I don't have much experience with Gods but they do look good at my feet.

[eternalcowboy-blog]

Sex is a lot like a satanic ritual. Sometimes there’s virgins involved, candles are nice, you’re disappointing Christians, Satan is there.

[rppanda]

The best way to keep me interested is to get to know me

I’ve noticed that when i just begin threads, more often than not, I’m soon falling out of motivation for said thread. However, when I’m speaking to the mun in the PM’s, and we’re plotting, planning, and just talking, i tend to find the thread much more entertaining.

Reblog if this applies to you to let partners know!

[first-among-the-fallen]

“adopting one cat won’t change the world, but it will change the world for one cat”

— (via addictdtoblack)

[the-composer]

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[his-proxy-blog]

It’s always a strange feeling when Joshua lets his form slip, and boy, did it slip this time. Bottled up tuned down frequency shed away like clearing static on a screen and the petite lithe little boy could loft him up with grace and settle him down upon a form much bigger than Neku’s own.

He’s almost grateful for the extra space he can afford for the girth the wet confines of his insides now smother. He’s never been a squealer though and Joshua isn’t going to get that out of him now. He does let out a groan, a strangled noise between discomfort and relief. His hands grabbed fist fulls of feather, bitten nails digging into the fleshy muscle of wingspan. It’s more or less of a solid object, or maybe he’s imagining it? Are they really there at all or is it just energy he’s grasping at? Whatever it is it’s suffocating and Neku’s head bows to burrow his face in it. There’s no toeing into the water, he’ll dive and dive deep.

“Y-you’re fucking huge, will you PLEASE go a little easy on me Joshua? Shit...” His world has spun upside down and when he does finally come up for air his head smacks against the mural behind him and through the crack in his gaze it’s nothing but color and paint so when he clamps his eyes shut again CAT’s message smears across the back of his eyelids.

It’s an overwhelming sensation and his clit throbs against the cock stretching him wide. It’s somewhere between incredible and tormenting and he’d be damned if he didn’t want so so much more.

[the-composer]

filthy gorgeous (cont’d).

“Have I become that predictable?” Joshua openly delights in that cavalier demeanor of his; for how difficult it is to hold the flighty Composer’s attention, Neku’s ability to tantalize Joshua without even trying deserves commendation. “It would behoove me to step up my game then, lest you bore of me.” Like that would ever happen; like that’s even a possibility. Like Joshua would ever let his proxy tire of him.

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[the-composer]

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[his-proxy-blog]

Neku groans and even he doesn’t know if it’s from frustration or the arousal Joshua’s forced on him. His legs shudder, the thick meat of his thigh muscles gone tight as he holds himself up against the wall. He hates how wet he is already, clit plump and heavy now as he grinds himself against Joshua.

“You always wanna play, usually at my expense,” he accentuates the words with a squeeze on the Composer, flicking at the ridge of cock pressed against those jeans.

And as much as it pains him to do so he yanks away from those prying fingers and drops to his knees. He makes deft work of the button and fly of Joshua’s jeans, something he’s so familiar with now. “Too bad you’re not commando, here’s another pair of panties lost to the cause, right?” He quips, tugging the stretchy lace down so Joshua’s dick can bob out, already thick. Neku can’t provide much slide for the push himself and if Joshua’s intent on getting his dick wet he might as well be the spit to aid. He showcases his displeasure about the situation with a squeeze to the base as he engulfs the head in his mouth, ratty mop of red bobbing as he mercilessly nurses at the pre-cum that leaks from Joshua’s cock. There’s always been something hot about coaxing the blood to the blonde’s cock and feeling it stiffen between his lips. He shows his appreciation with a wet moan, legs kicking awkwardly at his shorts so they settle around one leg letting him spread himself wide and slide his fingers between the lips of his cunt, tugging at his clit. He teases a few fingers along the entrance with a wet little smack that he knows will drive the Composer up the wall - no pun intended. Maybe Joshua would think twice about dragging this shit out in public again after this. Probably not.

[the-composer]

filthy gorgeous (cont’d).

“Have I become that predictable?” Joshua openly delights in that cavalier demeanor of his; for how difficult it is to hold the flighty Composer’s attention, Neku’s ability to tantalize Joshua without even trying deserves commendation. “It would behoove me to step up my game then, lest you bore of me.” Like that would ever happen; like that’s even a possibility. Like Joshua would ever let his proxy tire of him.

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[his-proxy-blog]

“I promise there’s nothing more monstrous than dropping my drawers in front of the same painting you shot me in front of. Guess that puts a whole new meaning to taking a load, if that’s actually what you intend to do.”

There was a time he’d get a little shifty when Joshua decided to play doctor out in public like this. He’s used to it by now, and for once, and it leaves no room for people watching. He always wanted to be invisible once, didn’t he? Well here he is, lost to the world, just a smudge of shadow on the paint behind him.

“You’re filthy though, ya know that?” He growled a retort against the Composer’s neck, huffing a breath of whatever priceless cologne he’s perfumed himself in that day. It doesn’t get him nearly as heady though as Joshua’s claws on him, or the careful way he fondles him so the lengthy tips don’t snag any skin where it shouldn’t. Tiny as Joshua was, smaller than him even, he’s got big hands, and they know just where to press to make his insides twitch and his blood to pump. His clit swells and pulses beneath those expertly delivered nudges and strokes. “You’re such a bastard,” he snaps, his legs spreading regardless, smoothly shaved lips sliding against Joshua’s fingers.

[his-proxy-blog]

"Here I was thinking the only reason you could possibly have for wearing those absurd elephant bell cutoff raver throwbacks is to comfortably and discreetly store your secret weapon." He reaches down to cup the fabric between Neku's thighs and giggle. "Imagine MY surprise..." He yanks Neku down by the strap of his `ipod' until he's at Joshua's eye level, and smirks. "Never thought I'd salivate for anything other than cock, but I can't stop thinking about that plump little cunt of yours."

Neku was a scrapper once but time and surviving in such a hellish limbo does a number. He looms over Joshua now, all lean muscle and mild disinterest. Joshua's up to his shenanigans again."Is the anti pussy brigade on the romp again? You feel the need to come over here and cause a raunchy stir by pissing on your territory?" He scowls across at his insufferable companion. "You're a monster," He drawls without conviction. "If you're fixing to start something you'd better finish it."

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[his-proxy-blog]

I can shut you up one of two ways. Break your jaw or shove my dick down your throat. Piss me off enough and you won't get to choose the method.

[the-composer]

“If you never let them in, you never have to miss them when they leave you. Keep it simple 2018.”

[his-proxy-blog]

Unless they break down the door and force their way inside. And then refuse to leave. I guess if you're rally determined you can miss me when I go off to the bathroom or something but that takes a lot of determination.

You know what's really wild? Realizing you're actually worth keeping around cause there's people who would miss you. Lucky you, the same determination that broke your damn door down is the same one hell bent on making you realize it.

[his-proxy-blog]

*I* won't leave you an enigma, Neku. You can be my realio dealio.

Thanks but no thanks. I'm pretty attached to this particular pain on the ass I've got already. Good luck with yours.

[his-proxy-blog]

I like all those hashtags you have for me. The amount of content is astounding. Not that it's a content war but it's no wonder people on here think I'm an enigma that doesn't exist.

[his-proxy-blog]

Since I've had my hackles up lately this is a reminder that even though I'm not around here much doesn't mean shit doesn't go on behind the scenes. I'm just busy.

But the-composer and I have a history and you'd best believe him and I hooked up long before he or I made a presence here.

Which means if you're looking for a hookup or a relationship of any romantic or sexual nature with him you're probably shit out of luck. Cause unless it's myself, Mr. H, (or his weird obsession with various versions of his parallels), he's pretty damn spoken for.

Cool. Thanks.

[his-proxy-blog]

You’re such a spitfire, Neku. You thrill me like no other. 💜

I guess that’s why I’m stuck with you. You’re the only one who can handle me. I’d say in most circumstances we balance eachother out pretty well. Except for when we don’t. And then we’re just catalysts for our bad behavior.

Now go eat a dick and leave me alone. You know I hate getting on this blog.

[his-proxy-blog]

So it sounds like you've been around the block with parallel iterations of myself but I'm the one He got stuck with. I'm the quiet one. You seem to mean enough to Him to drag me out of the woodwork and follow your own flow of music to introduce myself.

And yeah, you guys have a different sound. Same person or not, every Joshua I've met sounds different.

Anyway. He won't mention me cause he never does and he shouldn't have to, but I'm the proverbial puppy at his feet. Don't let him think he's the one in charge between us either, it's a loss of crap.

Be good to him. Not a threat there, but not a suggestion or plea, either.

[his-proxy-blog]

I survived 3 weeks at the Composer's side in the games. No one could have warned me that that would be the most challenging part of the game. No singular soul is designed to withstand that much energy in such close proximity.

I think I'm struggling with that now. Knowing I have eternity with him. Essentially. Sometimes I wish his form would just get it over with and break me. I can't handle this slow erosion on bad days like this.

Yet I don't want anything else. And I know if anyone can taller it. It's me. It has to be me.