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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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[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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I'm allowed to take what I please and as I demand as a king, you know.
[ As both a demon King and King of Spades, is the clear in the intonation as he speaks against the flat skin of his lower stomach. One of his thumbs even goes as far as to brush over Akira's nipple, presses firmly against it and pinching admonishingly, but still light enough for it to mostly be teasing.
He nips in tandem too, of course. Why wouldn't he have this, a two pronged assault on someone he cares about greatly, but needs to punish?]
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[even if he really isn't. when it comes to matters like this. . . he is far, far too weak]
[. . . it becomes more and more difficult to keep his hands perfectly still, too. because every time Akira feels Kazuya's touch, he's flooded with the urge to do the same. to card affectionate fingers through blue locks, to scrape blunt nails gently across his companion's scalp, to frame those dangerous eyes with his palms so he can hold them still for just the fraction of a second and lose himself in their ethereal glow]
[he links his fingers together, palms pressed flush, to keep himself from giving in to those urges]
H-- hn. . . [what makes you so different from a thief, then? is what he wants to say. the perfect witty comeback to Kazuya establishing his authority! but his brain is a little fried, so instead, the only words that tumble past his lips are--] Take more--
[getting closer!]
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So when Akira asks for him to take more, it really just sells that fact futher, doesn't it? That this is something that he's owed.
But it still isn't begging yet.
His hands move again, ceasing the teasing motions to his chest to work Akira's pants open and down, to free him from the confines of his underwear so that Kazuya can really take what he wants. He'll make him beg yet, it won't be too hard.
Not as hard as Akira is, at least.
A few lazy initial pumps of his hand is what Akira gets, Kazuya's eyes locked on his tonwatch every single minute change in expression he makes.]
More?
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[especially when warm fingers brush against him, dragging sparks with every sinful touch. that embarrassing keen he stifled earlier? it falls strangled from his lips, heavy and loud, enough to make his skin flush from his collarbone to the tips of his ears, painted a beautiful fetching scarlet]
[. . . the game so doesn't matter anymore. the fact that Kazuya is still half dressed (unfair!!) also doesn't matter. the only thing Akira can focus on now is how good that feels, how exciting it is to be in this position, trapped (. . . trapped?) by someone who is so unfairly skilled at picking him apart]
Shi-- yeah, that's-- [a breathy inhale, a sharp exhale] . . . good.
[his hands twitch above his head, threatening to move, though they don't do so just yet. how long can Akira keep this up?? good question! the answer is: not long]
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Just "Good"?
[He almost sounds a little disappointed!
He isn't. Not with the way that Akira is responding, but he can certainly play like he is.
His head dips down, pressing a kiss to the tip of his cock.]
Maybe I'll have to do better than this, then.
[And then he parts his lips, dipping his head low as his mouth engulfs Akira's heated length in a slow motion, letting his tongue play against the underside of his cock as he sinks lower and lower and-
He's really going to take the entire thing, isn't he?]
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[if anything is good enough to make Akira forget. . . it's definitely that]
[clever fingers are replaced by the heated, damp warmth of Kazuya's tongue, and-- well. Akira can't help himself; his hips buck involuntarily up as another groan falls from his mouth, catching in the back of his throat in a low, drawn out rumble]
Great-- ah, no-- fantastic, I--
[Akira can't think about his vocabulary at a time like this!! his body moves on instinct, hands finally freeing themselves from their imprisonment, flying down to bury fingers deep into blue locks. his grip is tight, though he doesn't tug. not yet!!]
Damn it, Kazuya--
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And the hands in his hair? The cherry on top, quite frankly. A signifier that poor Akira is going to fall hard, and fall far, when Kazuya finally, finally drops him.
He hums around Akira, one hand moving to gently fondle his balls as he sucks, as he lets Akira ride out his pleasure in whatever way he pleases...
For the moment.]
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Kaz--
[only one syllable of that name makes it past his lips as the rest is drowned out by a wanting groan, his entire body pliant in his companion's grasp, perfectly malleable in whatever direction the demon wishes to take him]
[. . . and at some point, the desperate movement of those hips stutters, and Akira nudges one knee gently into Kazuya's side in a silent warning. he dosen't verbalize it, but certainly the demon king has enough experience to tell when someone is almost at that peak, right?]
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Swallows around Akira as he his the back of his throat.
And pulls off, hands removing themselves to hold the other down by his hips, and give him a wicked grin, if he can even bring himself to look. ]
I told you I'd stop if you moved your hands.
[ His voice is a low, sultry purr.
And then in an instant, Akira will be treated to the feeling of teleportation, landing with his back on his new mattress, and nothing but the cold air around him.
A few seconds later, his clothes arrive, landing on the floor. ]
1/? WHEEZES
[and]
[then]
[it's gone]
[one minute he's almost there, and the next, he's tripping right before the finish line, body still aching for that promised release. it takes him a moment to realize what is happening, eyes fluttering open in a needy, bemused haze. he can see that wicked smile flashing before his vision like a lightning bolt. he can make out the words forming on those lips, low and smooth like velvet, resonating throughout his entire body just like those heated touches had]
[I told you I'd stop if you moved your hands, Kazuya says]
[Akira blinks]
[. . .]
H--
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[moments later, his shirt and pants appear, fluttering through the air to land on his face]
[. . . . . . . . . . .]
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[did Kazuya just]
[did that just]
[is this really]
[HELP????]
DONE
[moments later, Kazuya gets a phone call!]
HEHEHEHE
Hm.... how desperate will Akira get?
Kazuya is also back in his room right now.]
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