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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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[it's a smart play, to fold the wing around himself so Akira can't assault them both at the same time. he was totally going to go for it! but as a backup plan, he enters full on scritch mode with the wing he has now, stroking fingers across the smooth velvet insides in long, slow lines]
I can't help it. . .!
[he can he just does not want to]
I don't think I've ever seen you like this before. I'm just taking a moment!
[to enjoy it!]
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But he doesn't, because he may be a little bit numb-brained from the scritching, with how it constantly sends pleasant little sparks down his spine. Even still, he puts up a little bit of a fight for it.]
What do you mean "Like this"? It's not like I have wings out normally, you know.
[... His hands are opening and closing slightly now, tensing and relaxing as he needs to do something to deal with this nervous energy building up in him. If he had a tail, it'd be lashing back and forth right now.]
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I don't mean the wings.
[leeeaning to the side a bit, so his face hovers a bit closer to Kazuya's, where his companion can see the amusement dancing on his features]
I mean. . . you look a little hot and bothered. That's all.
[another long scritch! this time all the way from top to bottom, almost like a cat dragging its claws down a scratching post. but with less force, of course]
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[Oh! Oh! Death for Akira! Death immediately!
Because as he drags his fingers down his wing, there's a full body shudder, a weak, strangled noise, and his hands shoot out, dropping his shirt in the grass in favour of grabbing Akira by his and pulling him in hard to kiss him even harder.
This is what he deserves! Teasing him! Working him up without knowing it! Or maybe he did know it, and that makes it even worse, somehow!]
-- You, they're sensitive! Of course I'm hot and bothered by the way you're touching it!
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[the kiss is so sudden that Akira has absolutely no time to process it or reciprocate. Kazuya catches him in open-mouthed surprise, features slack, eyes wide as his brain tries to catch up with the pressure against his lips]
[?!?]
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[. . .]
[a few short seconds]
[slowly, that bemusement morphs into another grin. fingers dig into Kazuya's wings again, almost threatening]
Now who's the thief?
[HEH]
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[??? Kazuya has stolen nothing! Not a single thing!
His hands fist into Akira's shirt tighter as his breath comes heavier and heavier the longer those movements of his fingers go on.
Finally, he gets the bright idea to actually bat that hand away. With the wing, which causes him to inhale sharply at the bolt of lightning sensation that travels all the way down his spine, causing his head to thunk against Akira's shoulders hard.]
... This is the worst place for this, you know.
[There's only the grass! The ground! It's not that comfortable!
But also this is the only warning he can manage at the moment.]
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[and with Kazuya's wing finally batting his hands away, Akira ceases his relentless assault, instead burying those fingers into Kazuya's hair as the demon rests his forehead against his shoulder. there's a bit of laughter tumbling from his lips, but it's fond! and not teasing!! he knows when to have mercy]
[. . .]
[though he also knows. . . hm! a thoughtful hum, and then Akira scrapes his nails gently across Kazuya's scalp, slow and soothing. how does he feel about head scritches??]
The worst place for what?
[he wants to hear Kazuya say it. he won't be making assumptions!1]
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For me to put you against the ground and have my way with you.
[His voice is even, but his breathing is coming a little faster, a little more turned on than he was previously.]
Because that's what's going to happen if you keep touching my wings.
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[especially not with someone he knows would take good care of him. Kazuya may feel way out of his league, but. . . Akira isn't the type to let something like that stop him]
[his free hand skims across the bony edge of one of those folded wings. the mere ghost of a touch and nothing more]
Is that really what you want?
[words quiet and low, barely audible from where they rumble in the back of his throat, smooth as butter]
Sweet talk me enough and I might just let you.
[does Akira even deserve sweet talk right now??]
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What makes you think you deserve the sweet talk after what you've just done?
[Now? He moves, mouth grazing against Akira's neck with the sharp cut of teeth, more sharp than they've been before. A consequence of his wings also being out? Not quite, but when one demonic trait shows, the rest tend to follow suit.]
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[that ghost of touch becomes firmer as Akira starts tracing the boned lines of those wings, right down to the very tips and back up again. his head lolls to the side, exposing the curves and dips of his neck, quietly inviting now that Kazuya is so close]
What do you think I deserve, then?
[a hum. playful and challenging, all at once]
As someone so unabashedly disrespectful towards the monarchy.
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Maybe it would have been a different kind of sensitive, if he'd never come to this place.
Now though, he can feel fire licking through his veins. Lighting going down his spine to crack and light the dry kindling that was his own arousal. It's unfair, and he sucks a slow, deep purple bruise into Akira's shoulder. Right now, sharp canines are only a hint of a threat, even as he sharply inhales through his nose as the touching continues, firmer, less teasing. ]
Punishment.
[ He hums against the new mark on Akira's shoulder. ]
Maybe you do deserve me putting you face down in the dirt. It's been a nice date, though, so maybe you deserve a little niceness... Maybe I'll feel generous, if you beg.
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[but. . . it's not. . . bad? not like this. not with someone like Kazuya, who is bratty and rude but still oh-so kind. Akira doesn't fully understand why his heart beats so rapidly against his ribs, excitement turning his stomach as teeth threaten to break through delicate skin. but. . . being ensnared in this demon's trap for just one night. . . well]
[. . . he'd kind of like to give it a try, just to see where it leads. to see what other horizons can be broadened]
[Akira's hand drifts from the hard edges of those wings back to the softer insides, fingers running across the backs since they are still folded inwards, stroking firmly like one might pet a cat]
I don't beg.
[. . . he curls his fingers inwards in another dangerous scritch. has he been warned? yes. does he care? not in this moment]
. . . but you're welcome to try changing my mind.
[that cheek show no signs of stopping]
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In the complete dark like this, the glow of Kazuya's eyes is more redish than blue, a deep purple, with cat-like pupils.
His knees are on either side of Akira's waist, slim body unyielding in this moment. He'll be unable to shove him off, currently, and Kazuya leans in, nose brushing his.]
I'm sure I can wring some begging out of you fairly easily.
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[then there are hands on his shoulders. knees around his waist. large wings surrounding him on either side, cutting off his view of the rest of the garden. a body pressed tightly against his own, keeping him so thoroughly pinned that the most he can do is arch his back slightly in a futile (halfhearted) attempt at escape]
[he feels adrenaline spike through his bangs. the same thrill he gets every time he launches himself into battle against a powerful enemy. except. . . this isn't a fight, is it? the rush should be so out of place in an encounter like this one, right?]
[. . . for some reason, it doesn't feel that way at all]
[Akira has enough room to slide palms across Kazuya's cheeks, the light red glow of those catlike eyes crowding his vision with the demon so close, hovering a few mere millimeters away. thumbs trace the curves of Kazuya's cheekbones as Akira's grin widens, openly daring]
Cocky words from a demon who looked like he was ready to melt just five seconds ago.
[and with that final quip, Akira happily takes the next part into his own hands, tilting his chin up to close that short distance between them in another stolen kiss. though this one is far less innocent than the last]
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Kazuya wants more. Wants Akira to writhe underneath him as he kisses him, to whine and whimper and beg, because now that the thought has been put in his head, it's hard to knock it free.
Akira might be confident in caressing and cradling his face, but it doesn't last for long. There's a predatory look in this demons eyes as his hands move from pinning Akira's shoulders to gripping his hands tightly, forcing them into the dirt by his wrists and holding him there as he kisses him back hard and energetic.
There's no escape, no matter how much he might squirm or try and wriggle free. And with dark, pitch black wings enclosing them, they're both cut off from the outside world, it seems.
A sharp nip is given to his bottom lip, demanding, not asking for the other to part his lips, to allow the rightful king to take what is his by his own decree. Surely he wouldn't resist that, right? ]
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[for the briefest of moments after wrists are pinned into the dirt, Akira's entire body seizes, fight or flight flooding his mind as the instinct to flee, to escape, threatens to take over]
[but--]
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[the very same ones that had threaded through soft, black locks, back when they were killing time in Akira's dinky rank three suite]
[. . . that instinct truly has no place here]
[a sharp exhale rushes past Akira's lips as he responds in kind, arcing his back even more against he ground, trying to press himself as closely to Kazuya as he can, to feel every inch of that body as he slides against his own. the sharp nip draws a low groan to the back of his throat, encouraging more as he parts his lips to invite the demon further. Kazuya can claim whatever he wants in this kiss, but that doesn't mean Akira isn't trying to give as much as he gets, tongue seeking out his companion's to drink in as much of that taste as he can. he is anything but a passive partner. captured or not!!]
[his fingers flex in a token show of resistance, pushing slightly against the hands that bind him. but despite the way he had paused earlier, now he is nothing but receptive]
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Kazuya's grip remains firm and hard, remains using his body to trap him beneath him, but relents enough that Akira won't be too uncomfortable by it. Just enough wiggle room for him to struggle to try and free himself so Kazuya can keep him down.
It works, like this. The taste of the other hot on his tongue as he kisses, leads the thiefs' tongue into spots where the press of sharp canines is dangerous, and a wrong move will end in a sharp sensation and a bleeding cut, though never forces that reality.
He wants Akira to beg. That's what is most important here. A wild, hard, dangerous kiss seems like the sort of thing he'd enjoy.
Is, enjoying, if the way he responds is any indication. ]
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[. . . and Kazuya isn't the only one with sharp edges, either. Akira lingers in a particularly drawn-out kiss, before exhaling a sharp breath and pulling back to bite at Kazuya's lower lip, a very sharp, very demanding nip that threatens to draw blood even though it doesn't]
[and then, with words hoarse, breathless, barely pushed through with each heaving breath the takes--]
I-- is this your plan? Kissing me senseless?
[he' not begging. not yet. but he is challenging for more]
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[ He ducks his head, kissing along Akira's throat as he speaks, voice a low rumble. ]
Maybe if you're really good at begging, I'll even give you what you want.
[ He won't. But he can still tease. Akira, unfortunately for him, has gone too far and must be punished for his many crimes and transgressions.
He grip shifts, moving both of Akira's wrists to one hand as the other comes down to remove Akira's shirt. By way of teleportation, naturally. It ends up in the grass beside them, just a little further than arms reach, though its impossible to tell that much with how his wings block the view. ]
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[gods, is it thrilling. what could Kazuya do to make good on perilous promise? he wants to find out. he wants to find out so badly]
O-- oh yeah--?
[both wrists remain perfectly bound as Kazuya moves the other hand to his shirt, gone in the blink of an eye. despite the wings, a rush of cool air kisses bared skin, and Akira finds himself shivering in response. he then laughs, a shaky exhale as he tilts his head to the side, grin dancing wild and bright on his expression as he watches every single one of the demon's movements through a lidded gaze]
[he's not as scarred up as Kazuya, but he has a few of them. little nicks of pink-white skin scattered across his chest an sides. lingering remnants of his adventures in the Metaverse. and while he isn't super built. . . there's a little bit of definition in those abs and biceps. boy works out!!]
Sounds like. . . a pretty threatening promise to me.
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It's fine. Kazuya will get him yet. It's all part of the build up. ]
Mmhm. If you move your hands even slightly, I'll stop.
[ He warns, and then all at once, the pressure keeping Akira's wrists bound together is gone as Kazuya releases them. He needs both hands, for this, for what he wants to do.
Which is to map that expanse of his chest with firm touches, blunt nails digging in gently as he drags his fingers, as he moves himself down that athletic body, mapping it with hands and mouth both. ]
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[and it's hard to be cheeky when there are much more exciting things happening!1]
[those bruising kisses continue to sting, throbbing with painful pleasure with each beat of Akira's frantically beating heart. his breath catches in his throat, stuttering in his lungs, as the brazen facade begins to crack and falter. from this angle, Kazuya can see that he is definitely turned on]
So. . . demanding.
[but it's spoken with nothing but fondness. AS IS HIS RIGHT AS A DEMON KING]
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1/? WHEEZES
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DONE
HEHEHEHE
if it isn't the cons of his quences. . .
who could have forseen this...
1/3 KAZUYA DID
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not my ass reading 1/2 as 1/3 and waiting for the third all this time
SURPRISE IT WAS 1/3 YOU INTERRUPTED MY CHAIN-- (no)
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and then the third comment never came...
:(!!!
... :(!!
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this is a wrap, i feel