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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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Enough that it might hurt someone else. It just encourages him, though. That keening whine makes him all too eager to get some sort of relief himself, even. It's too pleasant to the ears, and Kazuya wonders if he can get him to sing that particular little note again sometime in th future.
He hopes so. ]
Enjoy yourself?
[ He asks, only after he's sure that Akira is done riding out the waves of his peak. Even still, Kazuya doesn't necessarily stop moving his hand. It just slows down, giving the occassional gentle squeeze. ]
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[. . . he doesn't move to stay Kazuya's movements, though]
Yeah.
[is Akira's sharply exhaled reply, which quickly devolves into an airy laugh, one arm flung over his face to hide the flush that threatens to consume him. his next words are a bit slurred, spoken through the haze of bliss that clouds his mind]
. . . 'very bit 'f it.
[garden included!!]
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He laughs behind his hand, moving up to lay next to him. An arm gets thrown around Akira's chest for good measure, pulling him further in against him. Cuddle time? Yeah. His own boner can wait patiently, thanks. He needs to lavish some real affection onto his friend that he cares so much about, and press several messy wet kisses to his cheek. ]
I did too. Great taste, by the way. Solid 8 out of 10.
[... Get a raspberry blown on your neck, nerd. ]
1/2
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Sheesh! [he laughs, clearly enjoying himself, deeply fond and endeared all at once] How about the begging? That was a solid eleven, right?
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[ Except it's clear from his tone that he's just teasing, and even clearer from the way he winds kisses against the other teen that he thinks it was a much, much higher score.
Also his boner. Yeah, that makes that high score so much more obvious.
His hands can't help but to grasp and tease against Akira, like it's still his job to keep working him up, or something. Mostly? He just likes touching! Any part of Akira is free reign right now, as far as he's concerned, and that means any part of him within his grasp.
It's most of him, to be honest. Most of him is being touched.]
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[that's a happy hum, the sound of a thief who is more than delighted with being drawn closer, with having exploring fingers brushing across every inch of his body. it's cute. . . it's endearing. it's charming! Kazuya's excitement is something he is going to soak up like the sponge he is. but at the same time!! he will not be distracted!! nor will he let Kazuya get away with that very cheeky lie]
[and so he rests one hand against his companion's waist, fingers tracing the circumference of the pants that Kazuya still wears, before they come to rest at the front. right above that poor, neglected boner. Akira's gaze dips downward-- openly admiring, one brow raised-- before lifting it up again]
You're such a liar.
[and then he tugs. shift those hips, King of Bel, these pants gotta GO]
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[ There's a feigned sound of aghast in his voice, as if he truly can't actually believe the vicious insult being hurled his way.
But Akira tugs on his pants before he can truly defend himself, and-
He doesn't. Move.
Not even an inch! If Akira wants his pants down, he's going to work for it. It's all part of the game at this point. ]
It's bad manners to take off someone's pants without asking, you know.
[ Ah. There it is. That teasing tone is back, and his own hands move to clasp the thiefs', gently holding them. ]
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[Akira laughs, something sparking in the backs of his eyes, as if his expression is saying-- challenge accepted.]
Hm? Do you want me to ask nicely, then?
[in a sickeningly sweet tone, filled with insincerity]
May I please remove the royal trousers--
[. . . and then he shoves against Kazuya's side, trying to push the demon flat onto his back, so Akira can swing one leg over his waist and pin him firmly to the mattress]
-- Your Majesty.
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[Is the immediate reply, a soft sound rumbling from the back of his throat as Akira's hips put all too delicious pressure against him right where he's the most sensitive, right where he's so hard, and was formerly content to just let it be.
His hands move to Akira's thighs grip a little more than holding, and he exhales soft and slow through his nose.]
But I have no problems in watching you try from your new position. Have fun.
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You're underestimating me. It'll be easier this way.
[will it. . .]
[at the very least, it is easier to undo those buttons and zippers keeping Kazuya's pants held together, fingers moving with all of the dexterity of a well-practiced thief. and once that is done, all Akira has to do is prop himself up on his knees and tug at that waistband to start pulling them down! normally, his is where he'd tell someone "hips up" to make getting rid of those pants easier, but. . . he already knows Kazuya won't comply]
[. . . which does mean the garment sticks a little at the back, but whatever!! Akira is doing his best!!]
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Akira should have just accepted his loss and just opened the front of his jeans to get his dick free, if he wanted it so bad...]
Easier, huh?
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Oh, shut up.
[he says without any heat at all, a laugh lacing every syllable]
You're really stubborn about this, aren't you?
[but at least, in the end, even if it isn't easier, he does manage to strip Kazuya of those pants. begone, undesired article of clothing. ye are not needed anymore]
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Either way, Akira's prize is right there, the hard cut of his arousal standing at attention, small bead of pre gently oozing from the slit in anticipation for whatver it is Akira plans on doing. ]
So what's your master plan now, huh?
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. . . I'm going to repay the favor. Obviously.
[obviously!!]
[. . . which is about all of the warning Kazuya gets before Akira just-- goes for it!! fingers glide across him, firm and smooth, stroking from tip to base before anchoring him in place so Akira can follow up with his tongue next. laving a slow circle across the head, allowing the unfamiliar flavor to sit thick across his taste buds. . . and he's brave enough not to break eye contact while he does it, too]
[as if Akira would miss even the smallest flicker in Kazuya's expression now that the demon king is having his need tended to]
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But Akira was open and honest with him, and Kazuya can remember when he himself said that he preferred his partners to be louder so that he knew they were enjoying themselves. That he was doing things right.
And so he hisses out his satisfaction, keeping eye contact even as his eyelids flutter heavy from the hot wet sensation of a tongue against him, from the smooth glide of deft and tricky fingers that help sell that motion even further. His mouth falls open, just a little, and a slight upward tick of his mouth forms a grin. ]
Good start.
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Hm. . . ~
[a tiny hum reverberates across Kazuya's arousal as Akira's own eyes flutter shut so he can focus on the full extent of his explorations. it's lazy. it's slow. it's little more than him dragging his tongue across ever dip and curve of the demon king that he can, seeing which spots are more sensitive than others. which ones draw out tiny gasps of pleasure, or small, encouraging groans]
[he rests his free hand against Kazuya's hip, thumb pressed into the jut of the bone, drawing lazy circles across warm skin as he works. it's a bit cruel, to be taking his time like this. but he thinks Kazuya can handle it! and he certainly won't maintain this slow pace for long]
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And maybe he should reward that a little, slide his fingers into those curly locks and give a gentle tug when Kazuya thinks he's being a little too slow.]
Keep going. You're doing good- ah, yeah. Just like that.
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[he movements might have been slow at first, but Akira establishes a steady pace soon after, gliding down and then pulling back up in a steady rhythm. all the while watching Kazuya from underneath tousled bangs, still trying to gauge his reactions, to learn which motions draw out the most pleasure]
[he may have had his own release, but. . . this action in and of itself sends a bit more heat to his gut. Kazuya looks-- so damn good like this. confident and charming and encouraging, even as Akira stumbles his way through learning]
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And his hands are just as hot as his mouth. It makes it hard to fully give in and let his head fall back against the bed because he wants to watch. He wants to take in every single aspect of what Akira is doing because it's entrancing, quite frankly.
Another tug pulls at Akira's hair, but this time it's more reactionary, coupled with a louder groan as his arousal is squeezsed perfectly in time with a suck, and that's finally what makes Kazuya break his gaze on Akira, what makes his head fall back against the bed and has his chest rising and falling rapidly with each quick breath he takes. ]
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[the moment Kazuya's head hits the pillow, a pleased rumble reverberates through him, echoing low and warm in the back of Akira's throat. the thief can't help himself; occupied as his mouth may be, his lips still curve into a self-satisfied grin. there truly is no better feeling than knowing one's efforts at pleasing a partner are bearing fruit, is there. . .?]
[Akira's free hand comes to rest at Kazuya's hip, thumb drawing lazy circles across heated skin, tracing the curves down to inner thighs and back up again. all the while he maintains that steady pace, tongue curving around Kazuya's length, tasting him from bottom to tip with aggressive attention. the more Kazuya reacts. . . well]
[the more merciless Akira wishes to be. it feels a little bit like turnabout, in a way. the best kind of turnabout]
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He could lay here for hours, letting the other tend to him. Holding himself back just to prolong this, to have more of this, to be so greedy as every inclination and instinct of Bel tells him that this is for him, so why shouldn't he enjoy it?
But he doesn't want to prolong it, because the finish is just as good as this, and if he finishes once, then he'll be rewarded by something far more important to him: curling up against Akira and holding him close as they fall asleep together.
His mouth hangs open a little, and he licks his lips, looking at the other through half-lidded eyes.]
Gonna... 'M close. That's your warning.
[However Akira decides to handle it... Well, that's on him, isn't it?]
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[. . . yeah. Akira isn't about to give that up. to deny himself the pleasure of watching as Kazuya finally falls apart, as that smooth and charming and too-damn-hot-for-his-own-good demon king succumbs to Akira's own handiwork]
[it does mean he'll have to steel himself for the inevitable, but. . . hey! cleaning up the mess afterwards is part of the fun, isn't it?]
[which is all to say. . . Akira doesn't pull back. it's almost defiant, the way he sinks himself even further down Kazuya's length, pushing the limits of what he can handle in a way that send adrenaline thrumming through his veins. he still can't devour all of Kazuya-- gods, does he need to practice so that one day he can-- but a little more than halfway. . . is pretty good, for someone with his level of experience]
[and the spark that dances in his eyes? the tiny flicker of flame that accompanies his bold and brash movements? it's as if he is saying-- challenge accepted.]
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It's long, drawn out, pulse after pulse of spend that has him panting no matter whether or not Akira can swallow it all down or some dribbles out of his mouth, unable to take it. His toes curl, and his hand holds Akira's head in place gently with a fistful of his hair.]
That's- That's real good.
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[but he doesn't go too far, and his hand continues to stroke Kazuya from base to tip, to coax him through the entirety of that climax and well into the aftershocks. despite having to take a moment to choke back a cough, he continues to watch the demon king as he writhes, his own cheeks flushed a deep scarlet, tousled bangs curtaining his dark irises]
[. . . beautiful. fuckin' phenomenal.]
[give him a moment to find his own words; he will need a moment to catch his breath, even after Kazuya has settled. but when he finds it]
-- yeah.
[a hoarse, gravelly agreement]
Really good.
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this is a wrap, i feel