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(Weiss Schnee wrote all of this, and literally none of it is accurate. Β―\_(γ)_/Β― I'm too lazy to change it, though. It's good for a laugh, I guess! I'm just a regular guy, thanks.)
Yo! My name's Kazuya Minegishi. I'm just your average boy... or so I thought! As it turns out, my world has a demon infestation problem, and guess who got roped into taking care of it? That's right. It's your boy.
Don't get me wrong-- I'm no hero. I'd rather be listening to cool music on my MP3 player than summoning demons. But hey, when the fate of the world and my friends is on the line, a guy's gotta do what a guy's gotta do.
Pretty cool, right? I'm so cool. I've since ascended to the throne and become the King of Demons. All the demons in the world now bow to me. I may look like a lanky boy, but I've got so much power and hunger for human souls.
To rise up the ranks, of course! I currently live in the worst room possible, and it is my goal to take me and my friends to the top.
Yo, they call me the King of Rap, the polymath prodigy,
Got skills so diverse, I'm a one-man symphony.
Chess boards tremble at my touch, kings bow to my gambits,
Checkmate in five, your intellect scattered in fragments.
But strategy ain't the only language I speak,
Fifty tongues on lock, conversation unique.
Mandarin to Maori, Farsi to French, I flow,
Every syllable a weapon, watch the knowledge overthrow.
Books devour me whole, knowledge my fuel,
IQ off the charts, Einstein eat your drool.
Philosophy dissected, science on my tongue,
History dances with future, a symphony unsung.
But don't mistake me for a brainiac in a gown,
My skills ain't confined to academia's crown.
Kitchen's my canvas, flames my brush, I paint,
Flavors explode, palates sing, no culinary complaint.
And when the chaos reigns, I'm the hurricane's eye,
Dust bunnies tremble, grime surrenders with a sigh.
This ain't just brag, it's a testament to life,
Each talent a facet, cutting through the strife.
Mind sharp as a rapier, words sharper than knives,
My bite ain't for aggression, it's wisdom that thrives.
So come one, come all, test the multi-faceted skill,
Board games or Babel, I'll conquer with will.
Renaissance Rap ain't a title, it's a soul unbound,
Where knowledge and passion in a masterpiece are found.
Forget books, music, and food. LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT THE BEST MOVIE EVER!!!!!!
Buckle up, because you're about to witness the wildest flight of your life - a honey-soaked, pollen-powered fever dream where bees sue humans for stealing their syrup! Imagine this: a world buzzing with disgruntled pollinators, led by a rogue honeybee with a taste for jazz and a bone to pick with Big Sugar. Picture him, wings slicked back with rebellious swagger, delivering courtroom diatribes against greedy humans harvesting their golden nectar.
Get ready for courtroom antics that would make a hornet laugh, with witness stands overflowing with jittery bumblebees and nervous ants. See bees in disguise infiltrate honey factories, unleashing chaos with pollen bombs and sticky sabotage. Witness epic courtroom showdowns, where the fate of a jar of honey hangs in the balance, and one sassy bee's rap skills hold the key to unlocking freedom for his buzzing brethren. So grab your pollen basket and prepare for a cinematic trip so bonkers, it'll leave you questioning everything you thought you knew about honey... and jazz.
She is the winter's whisper, a breath of cool defiance in a world ablaze. Her beauty is sculpted ice, sharp angles softened by the ghost of a smile. Her eyes, the color of a glacier's heart, hold depths both chilling and captivating, promising untold stories etched in frost.
Her strength isn't the blaring anthem of a warrior, but the quiet hum of resilience, a willow that bends but never breaks. Her mind, a labyrinth of icy intellect, houses a cunning that outmaneuvers the mightiest storms. Yet, beneath the glacial facade lies a hidden well of empathy, a warmth that thaws frozen hearts with the gentle grace of a spring thaw.
She is a paradox, a symphony of contradictions played on the strings of fate. A creature of both elegance and grit, where icy brilliance dances with the raw power of a blizzard. She is the woman who walks through fire, not unscathed, but ever more resplendent for the kiss of the flames.
She is, quite simply, unforgettable. And though the world may try to confine her, to label her as fragile or cold, she will forever be the untamed spirit, the whisper of winter that carves its own path through the storm.
Though, I suppose anyone with similar traits will do. I'm very easy!
Wine. I'm very classy.
.02 CLOWNS OR MIMES
No one would want to choose either of these choices
.03 SHOWER OR BATH
Hot showers with others ;)
.04 PIRATES OR NINJAS
Ninjas
.05 TITS OR ASS
Breasts in my hands and my penis in someone's ass
.06 COFFEE OR TEA
None
.07 SPICY OR SWEET
Spicy
.08 SUMMER OR WINTER
Winter
.09 LEATHER OR LACE
Leather. I'm a very, very bad demon!!!
10. ROUGH SEX OR GENTLE SEX
The one where there's biting ;)
ESTP-A
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He heads for the bedroom, rubbing a palm over his forehead. Damn those cookies had hands. On the other hand, he's immensely relieved he'd had the forethought to try one of them before gifting the box like he'd intended. That would've been bad.
And now that he thinks about it... Kazuya's place smelled a little like food? Had Kazuya been cooking before he interrupted him? Even with Minato's typically voracious appetite, he finds he's not very hungry right now, not when he's terribly distracted by the physical sensations set off by the laced food. ]
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Well. He's got things he doesn't want to burn down anyway, so it's better to be safe than sorry.
He follows Minato to the bedroom, gently closing the door behind them and very lightly placing his hands on the back of the others shoulders, giving him a gentle push towards the bed. Gentle, because he doesn't know how strong the drugs are. It could be a little overwhelming, if he's not careful.]
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There's someone else present; it sets his pulse racing and his mind alight with want. Minato's hand whips out without warning, grasping onto Kazuya's shirt to shove him onto the mattress. He leans forward to cage the other in, pupils blown wide despite his unfocused gaze.
He's hungry. Where should he begin? Kazuya's lips? His neck? There isn't much bare skin available, not when Minato had been too impatient for either of them to remove their clothes. ]
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That's fine.
His hands come up to hold either side of Minato's face, to pull him in for a hard kiss because that's what he wants. Even like this, there needs to be some level of intimacy between them. Something to make up for how they'd started here. He'll worry about letting the other get too ahead of himself in a minute, once he tries something for real.]
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Though his tongue feels thick in his mouth, Minato still insistently presses it past Kazuya's parted lips, all too keen on exploring that warm mouth. His teeth sink into Kazuya's plush lower lip too; it's a degree of desperate craving and heat that hadn't been witnessed before either.
The palms on either side of Kazuya's body shift as Minato lowers himself onto his elbows. They need to be closer -- he wants to shrink the distance between their bodies. There's what appears to be a willing participant who'll indulge the fire alight within him.
All the while the ravenous look in his eye remains, a sharp and singular focus completely juxtaposing the usual muted gaze spotted within Minato's eyes. ]
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Though the way he's so eagerly lowering himself onto him... Well, He'll have to take charge of that soon. For now he arches his hips, grinds himself against Minato in a way that doesn't really do anything for him in the moment, but is sure to help ease- and likely make worse- the need that that's coursing through his veins.
Minato will eventually be the one to break this kiss. Kazuya has no intention of doing it first, and since he doesn't technically need to breathe... Well, he can go as long as the other can, or maybe he can gasp a breath between the heated motions they're making.]
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Inevitably he'll need to break the kiss for air. The breaths he takes through his nose makes things worse, Kazuya's scent permeating his senses heightened by the effects of what he'd eaten.
One of his hands claws at Kazuya's shoulder in search of something for purchase, anything to help steady himself while also holding Kazuya in place. He's not about to allow relief to slip from his fingers.
If it's a trap laid to lull Minato into a false sense of security, it's working quite well. Without the aphrodisiac scrambling his thoughts, he might recall that Minegishi Kazuya was the king of demons, one who'd subjugated entire hordes of them by his own hand. But right now all Minato can think about is gorging himself on the body beneath him. ]
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Thankfully Kazuya has no intent yet to do anything other than lay here for him, to kiss him back and bring his hands up, one to brace against the others lower back and then to the nape of his neck where he holds him close, prevents him from doing more than pulling away just enough to breathe. ]
Needy.
[ A soft tease against the others lips as Kazuya sinks his own back against him, lower hand moving to slip underneath the fabric of his shirt and dig the pads of his own heated fingers against the scorching skin of the other. ]
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The hand against the nape of his neck leaves Minato shuddering, a quiet whimper tumbling from his lips to get swallowed up by Kazuya. He pulls away just barely enough to pant and catch his breath, the shade of his cheeks flushing a deeper red at Kazuya's observation. If being shamelessly needy will provide him the relief he so desperately craves, then perhaps the temporary bashfulness is a worthwhile price.
Minato dives back in, lips pressed against Kazuya's, nipping at a soft lower lip. The bare palm sliding against his skin only amplifies his desire. ]
Kazuya --
[ He grinds down, hips pinning the other down as Kazuya tugs him in closer. ]
Sorry, I --
[ It's hard to speak when all he can think of is how good Kazuya feels against him. ]
Help me, Kazuya...
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[He promises, the cadence of amusement clear in his voice as he brushes and rubs his thumb there at his nape. No more teasing, he wouldn't like it if it was him in Minato's position, and so the hand at the small of Minato's back flexes, digging in just a little before tugging at his shirt.]
Gotta get undressed first, is all.
[Though if Minato can't manage to pry himself away from him long enough, Kazuya is more than happy to teleport both of their clothes off into a corner of the room.
It might even save them from being too wrinkled in the long run.]
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Getting undressed sounds like a great idea, but pulling away from Kazuya doesn't sound like a good one at all. Normally, Minato would understand that all things came with a cost, and parting temporarily was merely the prelude.
But Kazuya feels so nice right now, and Minato's mind is gripped by full-blown arousal.
...Kazuya's right though. They should get undressed.
Reluctantly Minato pulls away from Kazuya, his own hands pawing at the hem of Kazuya's shirt. His movements are terribly clumsy, hampered by the intense aphrodisiac he'd consumed earlier.
Since when was trying to take another person's shirt off so difficult... ]
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Kazuya helps Minato remove his shirt, tossing it away into a corner before he starts on the others own, seizing the chance to pull it up and off over Minato's head while they're still separated.
For his own part, his torso is littered with all sorts of scars. Bite marks from things with too many teeth, jagged lines of claws, clean smooth ones from various knife marks, puncture wounds that clearly have gone right through him, if Minato ever sees the matching ones on his back... And then one that's a gnarled semi-circle, right over where his heart would be.]
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Having his own shirt tugged over his head is a welcome distraction. That's right -- surely, Kazuya wouldn't be here like this if it's something he wished to keep concealed.
Being freed of his shirt offers immediate relief, finally rid of that stifling fabric. Minato's skin is warm to the touch, borderline feverish. It's no wonder that the article of clothing, in spite of its light fabric, felt like fetters to him. ]
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Straight to the point, no waiting, no messing around...
Well, there's a little bit of messing around, in the way he digs the heel of his palm in against the others clothed cock still, gently grinding it against him with a wicked grin as he works.]
Better...?
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It's almost worse than not having Kazuya's hands on him at all, the equivalent of having something Minato so desperately craved dangling just barely out of his reach. ]
More, please --
[ It seems the aphrodisiac makes for quite the powerful truth serum too, allowing Minato to speak more freely compared to their initial encounter. By now he's painfully hard too, grinding himself back against Kazuya's hand.
It's unfair, he thinks. Hadn't Kazuya promised to help and not to make it worse? ]
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I'm going, I'm going. Just a little more patience, alright? C'mon, I need you off of me so I can prep you.
[He is, in fact, making several assumptions about Minato, like the fact that the other would relent to bottoming for him to begin with.]
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The rummaging around the bedside table catches his attention though, along with the gentle pat on his shoulder. Kazuya needed him to move aside so he could "prep" him?
...ah.
Minato's body goes rigid as clarity flits back into his irises. ]
I...
[ Getting cold feet despite coming this far... Hadn't he been the one to ask Kazuya for help in the first place? Still, the thought of relief slipping through his fingers while painfully hard has him teetering on the edge of a decision.
Minato swallows as he peels himself off of Kazuya, uncertainty in his eyes despite the deep flush remaining in his face. ]
I've never --
[ He licks his lips anxiously. There was a first time for everything, but... ]
I've... never had anything there before.
[ That's what the lube was for, right? ]
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[Well, it's not surprising, but this guy never gave him the impression that he'd prefer things the other way around either. ]
It's not bad.
[Pretty good, actually, so long as the person knew what they were doing. Kazuya scoots himself upwards a bit, pulling himself out from under Minato a little more.]
I'll be gentle, you don't have to worry.
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Even if Kazuya hadn't offered reassurances to be careful, he might just say yes given how desperate he was for some form of release. ]
...okay, what should I...
[ Kazuya scoots up so Minato shuffles down the bed a bit to give the other teen some more space. He sits back on his heels, turning his attention on Kazuya for further instructions.
He's definitely not doing himself any favors when it comes to rebutting any of Kazuya's assumptions... ]
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[ The pillows from his end of the bed are gently tossed over towards Minato's side so that he can lay back down.
At least he's diligent in waiting for instruction, at least he'snot desperately still trying to grind against him. It has to be hard not to, judging by the state of him, and once the other does lay down, Kazuya will shuffle himself to wrap a hand around him and stroke lightly. ]
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His irises return to their earlier glazed state as he spreads his thighs apart to make more space for Kazuya. In spite of his desperate desire for relief, it's easy for Minato to seamlessly slip into a more compliant self.
The hand wrapped around him pries a breathy gasp from his lips, toes curling as Kazuya's bare hand finally strokes against the place where he craved his touch the most. He's already at full mast, no thanks to his chemically heightened libido, and his hips tremble as he fights to stay still, desperately resisting the urge to thrust against Kazuya's hand. ]
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If some drips out onto the sheets, it's not too big of a deal anyway. They'll need to be washed after this regardless.]
Just relax, alright? It'll feel strange at first, but it'll be really good after.
[Since he's never had anything like this before, Kazuya does try to ease him into it, a slicked finger running against his hole to tease lightly before just barely pressing in, slow and methodical.]
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He nods to acknowledge Kazuya's words. It's not necessarily the first time he's heard them. He remembers: they're similar to those he'd whispered in others' ears as they'd laid down upon their own sheets. And they'd all trusted him to be gentle, to assist in unraveling themselves at the seams.
He blinks as he looks down towards Kazuya. The other teen leans over him, dark blue tresses obscuring his face. If he looks past the scars littering Kazuya's body, Minato's addled mind can overlay his form with a familiar figure.
Is this what it'd been like for them? He'd done the same, gently teasing a finger against them before carefully sinking into them, easing in only up to his very first knuckle. They'd shuddered and gasped and sighed, fluttering around his fingertip while eager for more, pleading for him to press in deeper, to swallow up more of him in search of their release.
Is this what it'd been like for them? What else had they done? They'd grasped at their sheets and spread their legs apart even further, feet braced against the mattress. Should he do the same? Should he carve out and harvest what he could of Kazuya too?
Kazuya's right. It feels... strange. Cold. But maybe it'd feel good afterwards. It had felt good for them too. But Minato blinks, gaze distant as his vision blurs increasingly while Kazuya teases at his entrance. ]
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A bit of touch to bring back that glazed look to focus on him, and only him. He has no clue what's going through the others head, but he does know that he wants the attention solely on him, to bring him out of whatever thoughts Minato might be having and drag them into the present, the here and now of it all.]
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That's right, this is a room wholly unfamiliar to him with sheets a shade he'd never seen before. His hand slides upwards to fist at smooth cloth -- something real, something to anchor himself to instead of getting swept away by the torrential flood of old memories. He sheds them like a dusty chrysalis, shaking brittle wings free of moisture. They scatter glistening beads, a pair of damp trails from gray-blue eyes trickling down the sides of his face.
He lets a broken whimper loose, chest rising and falling with shallow breaths as he coaxes his body into relaxing, into accepting more of Kazuya's fingers. He should forget, just for a little while, and allow this new body of water to carry him away. There's no need for him to think about what he can reap from Kazuya, not when he can rest himself within Kazuya's cradle of a palm instead.
He'd been overthinking things, hadn't he? He'd perceived things incorrectly. There's nothing here for him to take, only something to receive. Forget about all those other rooms where he'd been taken by the hand as others shaved away pieces of himself to better shape him into pushing them closer to their own desires.
This is the same as always: a stray leaf drifting down another person's stream. So he tilts his head back against one of the pillows, lips parting to draw more heated breaths. ]
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