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[erosianmlm]

pulling a boy’s hair and watching his eyes flutter a little

[zettasins]

H-Word Reactions | Always Accepting​

@elestraawaits asked: 

"[ denial ] receiving muse putting sender's through orgasm denial." and "[ talk ] receiving muse talking dirty to sender." for Neku/Nagi/Sho <3

     Strong hands hold up her thighs, keeping Nagi in place over Sho’s lap as he was buried deep within her body, his mouth against her neck, fangs sinking in and staking claim, leaving behind physical evidence of this integration between the three of them. On the other end, there was the spikes of ginger hair, dipped between Nagi’s legs where kisses and the trails of tongue were placed over smooth skin, over sensitive clit as Sho’s hips snap up into her body, staking his claim there. Neku’s hands slide along her torso, as he works his mouth, knowing where was sensitive to touch and grab, just how to brush his fingers over perky nipples in order to make her moan. 

     “Your function’s adding up to over 400, isn’t it?” Sho taunts into Nagi’s ear. “All of the quantitative data’s adding up, Little Digit. Your numbers are mine to crunch, and I’m about to send you into the sea of imaginary numbers--” He was biting down on a soft point behind her ear, his voice a low growl. Though he can feel as her body was starting to tighten around him, starting to give way to the tell tale signs that she was nearing her peak, her infinity. 

     One hand was reaching out, yanking onto Neku’s hair to cause pull him back, away from what he was doing. The ginger was making a face, giving Sho a glare for pulling on his hair like that. It’s only met with a wicked grin, however. 

     “Ow-- What the hell was that for?” 

     “Calm your cardinals, yoctogram. Not yet.” He’s stopped in his motion of his hips, stilling them as he can feel her body stilling as well, feeling the whine rumble through her as she’s not allowed to reach her point of conversion. 

     Neku understands almost instantly what Sho was getting at, and he was moving instead, sitting up further on his knees so he could lean in towards Nagi, pushing his lips against hers, hands slowly sliding up and down her sides, over her belly, and back. 

     “I don’t think the fun’s over just yet,” he tells her with a cheeky little grin. “Go on, Nagi, hold out for us. Just for a little while. We’ll make it worth it.” Neku promises between kisses. 

[simiasung-a]

                                    “ I’m going to 𝙍𝙐𝙄𝙉 you. ”

y’all know the drill, nsfw under the cut, yes it’s censored, yes it’s the same art as yesterday i colored it, yes my hands hurt thank you for asking.

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[simiasung-a]

haha susukichi you are banging my daughter (censored)

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[aegao]

[zettasins]

@skullreaped asked: 

A hand tugs at the ponytail binding brunet locks, forcing Sho's head back as his own dips in from behind, teeth sinking into the smooth curve his neck. Beat's other hand slips around his waist, pulls close, grinds hard, and slips his fingers past Sho's waistband. As his mouth moves down the slope of Sho's neck, a constellation of purple and red in his wake — after all, Beat isn't the only one who is getting out of this unmarked, unclaimed — he wastes no time wrapping fingers around Sho's cock. His voice is low, determined, when lips and teeth graze against the shell of Sho's ear.

❛ You gonna say please dis time, Kitty Cat. ❜ And that's not a request.

     Teeth bare into a snarl as his hair is yanked on, forcing his head back  as Beat was pressing in close against him. Hands and painted nails dig into the smooth surface of the countertop as he’s pressed into it practically, feeling that grind of strong hips against him, of the cause and effect of what he does to Beat. There’s a smirk that begins to cross his lips as he feels those fingers sliding over bare skin of his torso and into the baggy black sweats that he had stolen from beat’s pile of clean laundry earlier that day. Those calloused digits close around his circumference and a purr of approval leaves his lips, eyes lidding half way as Beat was biting and marking into the skin of his neck. 

     One hand was leaving the countertop, reaching behind to card his fingers into blonde locks and tighten his grip as he was hearing -- more like feeling -- those words vibrate into his ear. If anything, it makes his smirk impossibly wider, fangs glistening in the low light. 

     “You think you can force my hand, yoctogram?” he asks, tone taunting as he tilts his head slightly back, just enough to look at Beat from the corner of his eyes. There’s a furrow in that brow as Beat was looking back at him. The hand around him applies pressure before Sho was finding himself forcefully bent over the counter, a firm hand planted at his back as the hand around him was moving now, multiplying the pleasure of being touched tenfold. His face was hot against the coolness of the countertop, color having flared across it. 

     “I ain’t givin’ you a choice ‘ere.” 

     There’s something about the tone in the Dog’s voice that sends a throb through him, into the yoctogram’s grip. Sho knows that he can feel it, with how he can practically see that grin starting to cross his face. Zetta embarrassing. 

    “Say a factoring word and I’ll--” His breath hitches as the pad of Beat’s thumb slides over the sensitive head of his quickly multiplying arousal. It’s firm enough that he has to grip against the counter. 

     “Or you’ll what, Kitty Cat?” Beat counters, leaning back down over Sho’s form, lips against the bruising skin of his shoulder and neck. “’Cause t’me it sure feels like you like dis a lot more than you’re lettin’ on. If you said please, den maybe I’ll give you somethin’ worth it.” 

     “Tch, you braindead binomial. Why should I beg you for something that you’re already so willing to add into this function?” he demands, and the sharp feeling of Beat’s hips against his own in such a way that nearly borders on pain and pleasure has Sho hissing through his teeth. Beat didnt seem to be wasting any time, yanking Sho’s hair, forcing his head back and off the cool surface of the counter. 

     The had that was pressed into the front of his pants slowly retracts, and he’s forced to bite back the variable threatening to escape past his lips. Digits find their way against his lips, prying his jaw open so they can press inside, against the warmth of the flat of his tongue, toying with the ball piercing that lay there. A growl rumbles up from Sho’s chest, and he was pressing his teeth down against those fingers, about to bite down on them in retaliation. Before he can, there’s a sharp tug at his hair and Beat’s heat was pressing against his back, lips against his ear once more. 

     “Don’ even think ‘bout it, Tabooty. I’m gonna give you reason t’beg me for it or else you ain’t getting none.” 

     This miniscule fractal -- raging roadkill --! An utter binomial thinking he can have this kind of exponential power over him--! Sho’s eyes were narrowing, another tug at his hair having him let out a low sound in the back of his throat as Beat works his fingers into his mouth, stroking his tongue, smearing saliva both onto his lips and those fingers. Sho starts to say something, but Beat presses his fingers in further into his mouth, forcing him to choke on his own sounds just for a moment. If the yoctogram wanted to play at this game, then Sho would outdo him in it. Teeth graze against those fingers as he was closing his lips around them, holding them in place as his tongue was slipping between and around them, coating them thickly in his saliva. 

     Hearing the soft breathy sound from Beat behind him was worth it. The Dog’s resolve was weakening-- at least so he thought. 

     Beat was letting the hand buried in Sho’s hair trail down his bare back, over hips, smoothing over faintly freckled skin until he gets to the waistband of his sweats. “Man, you gotta stop stealin’ my clothes--!” He says suddenly, a huffy tone to his voice as he was hooking his fingers into the waistband, pulling it down to expose the heat of his skin to the air between them. 

     “Heh,” the self satisfied noise escapes his lips and around the fingers in his mouth. He’s getting impatient, wanting to take control of the situation, wanting to gain the upper hand to swap what side of the vinculum he was on. Hips roll back against Beat, but before he can make that convergence, a firm hold on his hips stops him. “I know yo tricks. You ain’t getting outta dis.” Beat says and there’s a damn chuckle in his voice that makes Sho’s temperature rise for two very different variables. 

     Infuriation, frustration, arousal -- they swim together into one unorganized equation, his mind desperately trying to solve for a solution that worked out in a positive, but feeling spit slick fingers leave his mouth and find their way to the softer parts of his body, prodding against them. Then, up to the first knuckle slips in, achingly slow, teasing. 

     Hands grip hard onto the counter top as he sucks in a sharp breath of air, a shiver running through his cock. Slowly, the finger presses in further, but only barely. Still keeping up that teasing back and forth, barely giving him much of anything to multiply on. It feels like it goes on for ages-- Beat just giving him barely anything and Sho demanding that he give him more, only to be reminded once again that Beat wanted him to beg for his pleasure. This continues even as those digits were fully seated inside of him, rocking as deep as they could get not only against the walls of his insides, but right up against the coordinates that made Sho audibly gasp. 

     “I ain’t ever seen your face so red ‘fore, Tabooty,” Beat says, gazing down at where Sho’s face was pressed against the countertop as he curls his fingers up into that spot, pulling out another sound from past bared teeth. The pointing out of the flush only seems to make it darken, and Sho was glaring at Beat, opening his mouth to say something when Beat pushes into that spot harder, drawing out a moan from Sho instead. 

     “Look at whatchu doin’ t’me,” Beat says, grabbing hold of Sho’s hand and pulling it back, making him feel over the tent in his own pants as he fucks his fingers into him. “Don’tchu want me t’send you to your infantry or whatever da hell you always say when we do dis?” 

     This utter hectopascal, this absolute fractioning idiot-- 

     Another sound interrupts Sho’s thoughts as he makes it, cursing himself for it as those fingers single in on his primorial, driving his brain to a fuzzy pleasure. The hand against Beat’s clothed cock was gripping, stroking, rubbing through it, encouraging him to forget his stupid theory and just get on with this already. 

     “Shit,” Beat was breathing out slowly, but he somehow ( much to Sho’s annoyance ) kept ahold of himself long enough to stop his hand from touching him, pinning it instead behind Sho’s own back. “Say da magic word, Sho.” He demands of him as he abuses that spot all too well, driving Sho up towards his breaking point before quickly his hand was removed from his body. 

     “You factoring hectopascal--!” Sho hisses out, his breath barely above a whisper, his body high strung and thighs tense. There’s a ruffling of clothing from behind him, and he doesn’t need to see to know what Beat was doing. 

     “If you want dis, then tell me.” Beat’s voice was low, husky, sending a shudder along Sho’s spine, all the way down his tailbone. 

     His head is so foggy with the want, it’s hard to think straight. This stupid fractal thinking that he could sit here and taunt him like this when Sho knew that he wanted this just as -- 

     “.....Please.” The word is spoken in a soft breath, golden eyes squeezing shut as Beat even seemed a bit surprised about it, letting out a noise Sho could pin to confusion. Then, he can practically hear that zetta stupid grin of his crossing his face. 

     “What was dat?” 

     “Don’t make me say it again. I did what you wanted, Roadkill, you hold up your end of the deal.” 

     “Fine-- Fine, al’ight.” Beat says with a low chuckle. “Was gettin’ pretty damn impatient myself, waitin’ for you t’break.” There’s a few seconds of near silence, and Sho takes the time to compile his data and his thoughts, already starting to think of a way to-- 

     As Beat presses inside of him, slick and needy, Sho nearly goes crosseyed with the pleasure from it, his head jolting up and lips parting with a noise of surprise. The Dog doesn’t waste a nanosecond of time before he’s thrusting into him, harsh and fast, driving himself in as deep as he possible can with each inward plunge. It’s enough to make Sho’s head feel blank, his voice growing louder and louder without him even knowing. Each harsh thrust into him has the chain on his chest bouncing, has his hands slipping to grip harder at the counter. Beat’s body was pressed against his back, one hand firmly at Sho’s hip, lips ghosting over the marks on his shoulder and neck, adding a few against his back. 

     It doens’t take much to have him back at his peak once more, and Sho was hunching his head between his shoulders, the rare loud moans escaping him. 

     “You close, huh? Go on, ask me fo’it.” Beat growls out against his ear, and Sho was letting out a hiss, painted nails digging tight into the counter hard enough to scratch the surface of it. 

     “Pl..ea..se.” He grinds out finally. “Please-- Let the convergence -- “ he doesn’t even get the rest of it out before Beat’s hand was around his cock, jerking him quickly in tune with his thrusts until there’s a mewl that escapes Sho’s throat as he’s slipping into the white flash of heat of infinity. It’s enough that his brain practically short circuits for a few seconds and he barely registers Beat spilling his own products deep within him, holding him close to him. 

     When he’s finally coming down from the multiplicative high, Sho was breathing heavily, feeling the sticky weight of the other’s body as he was leaning against him, keeping their frames close as he pushes soft kisses along Sho’s shoulders. It’s a surprising softness after the rough treatment that would leave hips bruised and body feeling somewhat drained of his e-function. 

     “What--” 

     “Shhh, jus’ lemme enjoy da moment,” Beat mumbles from against his shoulder, hands tenderly smoothing over Sho’s belly and waist. 

     Maybe just this time he can accept it-- it wasn’t all bad. 

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@simiasung​ asked: 

so can i still ask you to breed me or is that off the list now-

     “Well, I still got the moves left, you can ask me anythin’ you want, Cream Puff.” 

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@psychreaped asked: 

On full display with the way his body lays flat against the bedding, his head hanging off the edge while body bounces and hips roll against pounding hips. Each snap back into his body is one step closer to Sho making Neku feel as if he’s about to be snapped whole. There’s an impatience with the way he moves and each jagged push of their bodies slamming together is one step closer to him being pushed over the edge. Full blown consumed when sharp teeth take a nipple and bites down, moans out loud when that sweet spot is brushed against. Okay, so maybe there’s something to be said about lining up equations if it meant Sho kept railing against those bundle of nerves the way he did leading him to not even try and be able to hold back blissful sounding whines the deeper into ecstasy Neku sinks. The hand near his throat squeezes him just right and all he can do is moan against it. How long had his eyes been shut? How long had Beat been standing there, moving in closer, watching him being ravished and consumed whole by the other male? Neku’s hungry and he doesn’t even try to waste time with where his head hangs, looks to Best from his upside down angle before rushed and needy hands pull him out so he can start taking him with his mouth.

     He’d long noticed Beat’s presence before Neku had, a wicked smirk crossing his lips as he was hunched over the ginger’s body, ravaging him for his own pleasure just as much as for Neku’s. His gaze was primal, yet inviting Beat to join in as their third, the obvious tent in his pants not having gone unnoticed. 

     The more added to the equation, the greater the outcome, after all. There’s something so satisfying about the way that Beat’s face lights up in the moments like these that can’t be denied. He wears his variables on his face so plain for the world to see that it drips off of him into the pools of desire so thick in the room already. 

    “I was wondering when you were going to factor yourself in instead of stare,” Sho’s voice comes out as a low growl mixed with a purr as Neku was needily reaching out for Beat, his mouth eagerly swallowing down the circumference of his cock. Something that not only could Sho see, but feel as his hand was tightening ever so slightly around Neku’s throat. 

     “I-I jus’--It ain’t--” Beat’s stammering, his mouth not working as his brain is much obviously more focused on the fact that he can’t take his eyes off of Neku. Sho notices this too, and takes the opportunity to slam his hips forwards, forcing Neku to take Beat in further down his throat, where his cock can be further felt under that hand. 

     He keeps up this new brutal pace, causing Neku to rock between the two of them. Sho straightens out somewhat, his free hand coming to firmly plant on Neku’s hip to drag him back into his motions, and he leans over his form in order to take Beat’s mouth with his own. It’s a biting kiss, full of teeth clacking and blood drawn from fangs sinking into his lower lip, but Sho swallows each and every sound given into it.

     At least until he was feeling Neku’s body restricting around him, that sure sign that he’s about to reach his peak, to spill into a temporary infinity. Only then does Sho pull away from Beat, lust-clouded golden eyes locking on Neku now.

     “That’s it, go on, 456,” He rumbles out, pierced tongue lapping over his lips, cleaning away the mixture of saliva and blood. “Experience the convergence, but don’t you dare subtract the Dog.” he ever so slightly tightens his hand around his throat and he swears that he can feel Beat pulse under Neku’s skin. 

     It’s art, watching both of them hitting that peak at the same time. Neku painting his own stomach as Beat pours down his throat, their parallels crossing at the same time. It’s worth it, too, as Beat was staggering back, leaving Neku’s voice hoarse and raw as it whines for Sho as he continues to press inside of him at an urgent pace, one that was losing it’s rhythm but none of the power the closer that he got to his own infinity. 

     One last harsh press and he’s coating Neku’s abused insides, teeth sinking deep into his shoulder to leave his mark, a snarl of pleasure escaping him. 

[uposkotos]

I’m in terato-ish mood  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[zettasins]

Things Done While Kissing - Not Accepting

@luneysia asked: 

[ STRADDLE ] : sender straddles receiver while in the process of kissing them. // neku @ sho, as a treat

     The weight in his lap is welcomed as it gives him better access to grab those narrow hips and pull them in against his own. Grinding roughly, sending that delicious friction through the clothing they both still wore, Sho swallows the groan that is spilled into his mouth as Neku presses back against him. 

     Heh, it seemed that the little digit was more than just excited for whatever was planned, all too eager to get his numbers rearranged. Well, who was he to deny him? At least this once. 

     Teeth clack as he pushes further into the kiss, tongue entering Neku’s mouth, claiming and taking what he wants from him, drawing out the variables he wanted to hear. This surge forwards allows him to push Neku forwards, down against the softness of the couch that he’d been sitting on previously. Getting settled back between those thighs isn’t a struggle, and that grinding motion doesn’t stop. Even as the kiss breaks as Sho’s teeth snag hold of Neku’s lower lip to be dragged back along with him. 

     His hands find themselves sliding up the front of Neku’s shirt, nails biting into his flesh. 

     “Why don’t you be a good little yoctogram and maybe I’ll give you something zetta nice?” 

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}}TAG DROPPING HERE BEFORE I START ON REPLIES/DRABBLES! i need to update the tags I have here too since I did the main blog’s last night

(&. 𝙁𝙇𝙀𝙎𝙃 𝙏𝙊 𝙁𝙇𝙀𝙎𝙃 // 𝘼 𝘾𝘼𝙍𝙉𝘼𝙇 𝙉𝙀𝙀𝘿 — desires)

(&. 𝙁𝙄𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍𝙎 𝙆𝙀𝙀𝙋𝙀𝙍𝙎 — save) 

(&. 𝙋𝙍𝙄𝙈𝘼𝙇 𝙄𝙉𝙏𝙄𝙈𝘼𝘾𝙔 — nsfw)

(&. 𝘼 𝙈𝙊𝙈𝙀𝙉𝙏 𝙄𝙉 𝙏𝙄𝙈𝙀 — drabbles)

(&. 𝙄𝙉 𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙍𝘼𝘾𝙏𝙀𝙍 // sho)

(&. 𝙄𝙉 𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙍𝘼𝘾𝙏𝙀𝙍 // beat)

(&. 𝙄𝙉 𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙍𝘼𝘾𝙏𝙀𝙍 // rindo)

(&. 𝙄𝙉 𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙍𝘼𝘾𝙏𝙀𝙍 // susukichi)

(&. 𝙄𝙉 𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙍𝘼𝘾𝙏𝙀𝙍 // neku)

(&. 𝙄𝙉 𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙍𝘼𝘾𝙏𝙀𝙍 // rhap)

(&. 𝙄𝙉 𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙍𝘼𝘾𝙏𝙀𝙍 // mako)

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There's an adoration in his eyes as he gazes down at Neku's face, one of his legs hooked up over his shoulder, his free hand on his hip where he was holding onto him. The soft look in his eyes is the polar opposite of the way his hips slam forwards, driving himself deeply into Neku over and over again, like he's staking claim to his body, wanting him to never forget the fact they were doing this, creating this bond together. Something that was strictly for the two of them.

The chain he wore around his neck bounces against his own chest, though he was leaning down over Neku which causes it to swing until the warm metal meets Neku's skin as well. Rhap's lips capture Neku's, kissing him deep, wanton, needy.

"Mine," he growls out against his mouth, snapping his hips forwards and punctuates it with a slow grind deep inside.

@zettatrixs ➜ submitted! ( nsfw ~ )

          He’s caught off guard when protective hands reach around and take hold, feels affection in the form of lips working over his neck. The way he rubs over his stomach, travels down to his hips and hold him in place, the way that mouth kisses and give light nibbles sparks the flame which leads them to where they end up in the bed. Neku’s turned to face him, hands reaching up and smiling in return to the warm look of want and adoration staring at him. Moves his arms around him so he can encourage Rhap to follow him against the mattress, marveling in the feeling when he’s on top of him.

It doesn’t take long from there. Clothing is gone, his body is being moved exactly where the other wants him. Their connection made and leg finding way over his shoulder. Neku can’t even try to hide his gasps and sounds with each powerful snap of their hips coming together. Arms drop from shoulders to the bed and body arches, craving; aching needing him more with each grind they build up together.

There’s power in his movements, power which grabs hold and consumes Neku whole. The way he’s looking at him, the way he watches and admires each twitch in Neku’s expression, every motion his lips make when he cries out in pure bliss from being consumed.

Hands fumble and eventually take hold of the chain he feels bouncing against heated skin, deep, shared pants within the kiss as he finds himself responding with that needy tug against the accessory, Rhap’s name moans against the other pair when he finally manages to open eyes, lost in complete and total lust.

“  Yours,  “  he finally manages to respond. Matching those movements with his own and shifting his leg over his shoulder, pushes up to create a bed in his body, to arch himself more in a desperate attempt to edge him on and get him to hit that right spot over and over.

Don’t stop....don’t stop......don’t stop.......

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simiasung​:

nsfw prompts.   →   @zettatrixs​​   //   susukichi.

[ TRAIL ] :     sender presses a trail of kisses from receiver’s chin down to their waist.

[ DOWN ] :     sender gives receiver oral sex.

     Things with her are different. One of the only good things about this too-loud, too-fast city that he’s been thrown into after the fall of his own home, the place he’d been born and raised, the place he’d died and returned to existence through becoming a Reaper. Susukichi hated most of everything about Shibuya. It wasn’t home. He wasn’t comfortable here. A city could be learned and still feel uncomfortable and foreign even though it’s been three years. 

     But then there was her. She was one of the things that made this situation bearable; other than the rest of the Shinjuku Reapers that he had made his way here with. 

     “Heh, no sense in givin’ congrats on a rigged game,” he muses against the softness of her skin, those yellow eyes lifting as they gaze up towards Strelitzia’s face as she was speaking to him. Though he’s quickly getting back to work on trailing his lips down along her frame, over soft skin until he’s made his way down to where he was intending for this entire time. Slipping fingers under clothing and giving a gentle tug ( always gentle with her ), his prize is laid before him to simply dig in. 

     The way she says his name is like music to his ears, like the sweet sound of discs being flipped, the gently clack as they sounded on the board. Her body was warm against his mouth as he works, though it wasn’t too long before she seemed to decide that letting him do as he pleased wasn’t enough anymore. 

     Susukichi was grinning as he gets himself nice and comfortable, bare back to the bed as she got herself nice and comfortable. “Can’t blame ya one bit, Lil’ Disc,” he teases as large hands slide up along her thighs, holding onto them as he was guiding her back down to his waiting tongue and mouth. 

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U SURE ABT THAT

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