#does this count as a neko?

[hyperactiveparanoid]

Final character of the first batch. I know he's not a centaur, but he is one of Percy's closest friends so I will be drawing him a bit, so why not get to know him a little.

This is Jean, he doesn't have a huge role in the story as a whole, but he is still relevant to the setting.

Feel free to ask any questions in the question box on my blog!

[juneaupaws]

Catboy nation strong

[cat-doggy]

I wish I grew cat ears and a tail right now, I feel so dysphoric without them

[nerdyneko6373]

Okay so I was listening to Hurts Like Heaven by Coldplay, and I just realized how well the lyrics fit Miles.

In ITSV, Miles struggles with feeling like he can't fill Peter Parker's shoes as Spiderman. And of course, he expresses himself through his art and graffiti.

Again, thinking about his love of art and drawing. And in ATSV, he's dealing with a society that's telling him how to live his life and saying that he can't change what happens. With canon events, it's like his life has already been determined for him and he can't do anything about it.

The rules of the spider society have been keeping him apart from his friends, and now they want to tear him apart from his family too. But he's not going to let go of his morals, he's not going to let them determine his life.

Also thought I should include these lines but I feel like they're more from Gwen's POV:

At the end of ATSV, she gathers together all their friends so they can go against the lies/half-truths of the spider society.

[thecorpseinthisbed]

i have this game where you collect cats and you can name them silly things and my favourite cat is the one i named f. t. willz bc he exclusively shows up to shove his head in a paper bag then leave

[asknarashikari]

have you listened to the character songs yet? if not, here's a snippet of their songs. https://puwaasuru.tumblr.com/post/709603417763577856/geats-character-song-medley-in-order-i-peace

Keiwa and Neon introducing each other tho lol

Yup :D Thanks for the tag, btw! I definitely like Keiwa's the best, though it might take a few listens for me to let it join the KR playlist

Yeah, I find it interesting they introduced each other. Especially Neon/Yuna for Keiwa/Ryoga, since he was the first one to perform- usually the MC would be the one doing that :))

[eatgravel]

Mmmmmm Halloween pumpkin ss black catzzz...

[bunnis-monsters]

NSFW

warning: yandere behavior, mentions of him wanting to eat you(cannibalism?), breeding, he eats people lol, dubcon(just in case)

Kitsune!bf that can’t get enough of his chubby human girlfriend!

Does he sometimes feel the urge to devour you entirely and become one with his lover..? Almost every day!

He fights the urge by claiming you with harsh hickeys and bites, clinging to your side when he isn’t out hunting for his next meal.

He’s a bit clingy… but it’s better than the alternative, which is him eating you bit by bit until all he has left is your bone marrow to snack on… but he loves you so much! It’s like cuteness aggression, he just wants to gobble you up!

You’re too sweet to eat, he can’t stand the thought of not being able to hear your pretty moans while he knots that pretty fat cunt of yours, or how you squeak when he sinks his teeth into your flesh to give you another mating to make sure everyone knows you’re taken.

The amount of men he’s devoured just because they looked at or touched you, his precious mate, is too many to count. Sometimes he’ll come to you covered in blood, his cheeks flushed as he pounces.

He breeds you, pushing you into the mating press as he ruts into your fat cunt. The hunt always gets him horny, but it’s the worst when he kills in defense of his mate.

Your cute chubby belly would be the perfect place to hold his kits, and all he wants is to keep you company on his knot long enough for his seed to take… you’re his lovely little mate and he’s worked so hard to hold back his urges! All he wants in return is a few litters…

You end up covered in someone else’s blood, too afraid to ask who he had killed this time. When you had before, he gleefully declared it was a man that had bumped into you hours before.

Instead, you let him purr and nest with you, tucking you away safely before he curled up with you, his tail acting as your blanket.

Life wasn’t so bad, being his mate… you just hoped he continued to suppress the urge to devour you whole.

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[lionhanie]

boynextdoor playing minecraft! (ot6 hc)

what happens when boynextdoor starts a minecraft server?

word count: 1.2k i think

genre + warnings: crack LOL, cursing, written in lowercase, typos

a/n: this is so stupid LMAO. (i was playing mc earlier whos gonna match my freak)

reblogs ↺ + feedback always appreciated!

featuring… sungho as numberonecatdad! riwoo as LeeSanghyeok! (he didn’t know he was making his username when he made the account. literal full government name out there)  jaehyun as myungj4e! taesan as GiantMountain! leehan as 212121_! woonhak as xxBlockBeastxx2006! (he made it in 4th grade. says he keeps the name for the nostalgia he doesnt know how to change it)  

→ Join Server?

☆ sungho: the builder

i feel like sungho wouldn’t really be interested in playing mc “seriously” but BOYYYY get him into creative and he’s locking the hell in. ik he does NOT play when it comes to building The Ultimate Spruce Wood Base

he got sick of seeing jaehyun build dirt huts as shelter in their worlds so he took on the role of being the MAIN BUILDER… main vocal? yeah. main builder is his TRUE calling. but i genuinely think he’d be good at it LOL his attention to detail is insane

making entire mansions in survival except he doesn’t even collect the blocks himself. he just waits til people come home with them and he steals them for his builds

In the chat… numberonecatdad: who made this farm by my house 212121_: me and riwoo 212121_: y???? numberonecatdad: … LeeSanghyeok: wjats wrong with it :( numberonecatdad: it’s … so bad LeeSanghyeok: it took us 2 hrs to make btw 212121_: okay but it works numberonecatdad: HALF THE CROPS ARE TRAMPLED numberonecatdad: stay away. leave this to me

the next day its a full fledged farm. windmill in the background. beautiful fields of potatoes and wheat surrounded by a pretty fence. flowers adorning the whole thing. true masterpiece 

☆ riwoo: the noob

i think he’s not really the type to play games like mc. like give him tiny tower or something and he’s at like 400 floors.. neko atsume? he got all the cats unlocked. but MINECRAFT? idk i feel like he’s just 🙂 when he plays bc he has no idea what’s going on

everyone will be off adventuring on their own.. minding their business.. and then there's a death message in the chat saying riwoo died to something so incredibly random. everyone is just like ??? bc wdym you died to a berry bush

the members think its so cute how he’s just… there for the ride! but they can’t help but mess around with riwoo because he is truly lost  & blindly trusts everything they tell him bc he doesn’t know any better

In the chat… 212121_: riwoo stand right there LeeSanghyeok: why 212121_: ima show u a cool easter egg LeeSanghyeok: okie ^_^ LeeSanghyeok was squashed by a falling anvil. LeeSanghyeok: wat was the easter egg LeeSanghyeok: i dont get it xxBlockBeastxx2006: LKSJKJFHKJSnfd;sf GiantMountain: oh riwoo GiantMountain: if u left click u can pet the bees and they heal u LeeSanghyeok: rlly? thats cool i wanna try myungj4e: DONT DO IT LeeSanghyeok was stung to death. numberonecatdad: leave that poor boy ALONE

after that, riwoo learns to be cautious of the maknae line.... he just stays with sungho collecting flowers for his builds or lighting up the caves jaehyun explores and running from the mobs :,)

☆ jaehyun: the miner

jaehyun is definitely the type to go straight to mining when you start up a new world. the second everyone sees "myungj4e has just earned the achievement [Acquire Hardware]" they KNOW he's clocking into his full time job in the mines bye

it’s 30 mins in and he has half a set of diamond armor to his name and they’re like ?? bro we just started can you be fr rn… if any of the members ask for materials he won’t do it unless he’s getting something out of it (don’t tell anyone but he made riwoo a set of diamond tools when everyone is still using iron 😍 true romance i think)

lowkey everyone is convinced he has x-ray installed or something bc of how good he is at mining

In the chat… numberonecatdad: can i get three diamonds for a new pickaxe myungj4e: lmao NO  myungj4e: wat do i get in return numberonecatdad: how do you live in a dirt shack and have diamond armor GiantMountain: embarrassing.... myungj4e: okay making fun of the less fortunate now??? numberonecatdad: ill build u a house if u give me diamonds myungj4e: k fine  xxBlockBeastxx2006: OH BUT WHEN I ASK FOR DIAMONDS I DONT GET ANY

at the end of the day tho... he's lowkey a blessing bc if he's feeling nice enough he will hook u up with ANYTHING u need. the boys are spoiled w the way jae's chests are FULL of iron whenever they need it

☆ taesan: the fighter

unironically i think taesan would just be . oddly good at pvp. it’s like one of his random talents LOOOL "good at mc pvp" on his resume LOUD AND PROUD

like you load up into bedwars or something and he’s wiping out teams before you can even get yourself a proper set of armor. its lowkey attractive idk

in your survival world, he’s always instigating fights with the other members in hopes that they’ll want to fight. literally no one can kill him. he can probably 1v5 and still win

In the chat... myungj4e: WHO TOOK THE DIAMONDS FROM MY CHEST WHILE I WAS OFFLINE LeeSanghyeok: it was taesan GiantMountain: …what are u gonna do about it bro. huh. they’re mine now.  myungj4e: bro that was like a full stack. it took me like 3 hours to get them. where the hell are you  GiantMountain: why? you wanna fight for it? GiantMountain: whoever wins keeps the diamonds xxBlockBeastxx2006: oh ur cooked hyung myungj4e: OK DEAL myungj4e was slain by GiantMountain using Diamond Sword.

the way u can hear jaehyun RAGE through the dorm walls brings a smile to taesan's face bc he KNOWS he stays undefeated when it comes to pvp

☆ leehan: the troll

i think he’s similar to riwoo in the sense that he doesn’t rlly know whats going on but once they start their server you know DAMN well he’s looking up Top 15 BEST Ways To ANNOY Your FRIENDS in Minecraft! on youtube.,.. fucking loser (hearts in my eyes as i write this)

they’re usually harmless ones, like filling up jaehyun's chests with junk or renaming sungho's cat to something stupid like “Poopy Fart” or moving all of woonhak's cows from their pen

but ohh… if you piss him awf BADDD i think he would do some DIABOLICAL damage to the world. like imagine taesan is Also Trolling and he kills leehan before taking all of his stuff and running away into the distance. things would be quiet… too quiet…. until next thing u kno theres a whole trap waiting for taesan the second he walks into his house 

In the chat… 212121_: taesan do u still have my fishing rod GiantMountain: ye lol 212121_: can i have it back GiantMountain: LMAO GiantMountain: no 212121_: i think theres a creeper in ur house  GiantMountain: WHAT  GiantMountain was killed by magic while trying to escape 212121_.  numberonecatdad: LOOOOOOOOLLLLLLLLLLLLL GiantMountain: when the hell did you set that up 212121_: >:)

OKAY YES he spent 46 minutes following a tutorial on how to set up a death chamber full of the WORST potion effects ever ... but it worked so he's sitting at his monitor feelijng like an evil mastermind

☆ woonhak: the sweat

he is like the only one i imagined actually PLAYED minecraft growing up. he unironically enjoys watching minecraft streams too LMAO much like jaehyun, i think woonhak goes straight to mining in survival. except rather than /just/ mining, he’s literally trying to beat the game 

he's usually off on his own doing something but ngl .. i bet he's a backseat gamer when he see's someone doing smth wrong. let's say he's out exploring w riwoo and he's falling SO FAR BEHIND he doesn't know how to sprint he will literally walk into his room to show him how to run

bro probably watched Ender Dragon Speedruns growing up idk i feel like he’s determined to beat the world record (he won’t, but he will definitely try) 

In the chat... xxBlockBeastxx2006 has just earned the achievement [The End?] numberonecatdad: ? 212121_: ?? 212121_: is that what i think it is myungj4e: ../?//???? ?  ??? LeeSanghyeok: wat is that LeeSanghyeok: whys the achievement purple GiantMountain: r u fr rn 212121z: LMAO tryhard alert... xxBlockBeastxx2006: yooo chill we can always respawn it dw myungj4e: HOW DARE U KILL THE ENDERDRAGON WITHOUT US myungj4e: UR FAKE AS HELL xxBlockBeastxx2006 has been banned from the server by myungj4e

woonhak doesn't talk to jaehyun for the rest of the night (he's unbanned the next day, but they force him to restart so he isn't absolutely STACKED)

taglist: @onedoornet @dongminz (ty saki for supporting me with my bonedo mc thoughts LMFAO) @gluion @icyminghao

© lionhanie 2024 ; all rights reserved!

[keouil]

inside me, a family

“and for god’s sake,” kuroo yells in the direction of the entrance. “can someone please get tsukki off flyer distribution! he’s scaring more people off than inviting them!” 3k. karasuno/nekoma. fluff. also on ao3.

“Nekokara.”

“What are you,” Suga grimaces. “A fujoshi? Why does it matter which team name comes first in the banner?”

Kuroo’s stubborn expression doesn’t budge an inch, nor does his posture. “Nekokara.”

“Karaneko,” Daichi suddenly pipes up, surprising everyone in the room. Noya and Tanaka have somehow strategically slithered their way at each of his side, very much looking like his personal bodyguards as they set to agreeing very loudly and verbally all the while massaging their captain’s shoulders. Go, Daichi-san! Defend our honor!

“Oh god,” Suga breathes out, palming his forehead. “Don’t tell me you’re in on this too?”

Daichi just smirks, crossing his arms over his chest. It doesn’t escape Suga’s notice that doing so just forces his muscles to protrude from his already annoyingly jacked chest, making even Kuroo stand up straighter. 

"Karaneko,” Daichi repeats, pitching his voice lower and more demandingly. 

Kuroo’s eyes slant to a glare, nostrils flaring slightly. Tora has somehow also miraculously materialized by his side, clamping a hand on his shoulder as he—just like Noya and Tanaka—begins his own verbal back-up of his captain.

“Neko—”

“Good Lord this will never end,” Yaku suddenly cuts in, stepping in between both teams and glaring long and hard at each captain until some of their confidence withers just so. Daichi defers almost immediately, while Kuroo pathetically lasts about five pitiful seconds. “Karaneko, Nekokara, whatever. It doesn’t matter. Shouldn’t we get started on more important things like how we’re actually going to pull off a damn bake sale?”

Kuroo opens his mouth to counterargue, but is, once again, pathetically silenced by Yaku immediately sending a seething look his way. It’s purely out of self-preservation that he shrinks into himself and zips his mouth altogether.

Yaku uses the temporary shift in power dynamics to pass around scraps of paper, aided by Asahi and Kai who also just want to get it over with. 

“How the hell did we even get stuck with each other?” Tanaka whines, peering over the activity pamphlet for the coming week. “We’re not even from Tokyo. Coming here isn't cheap, you know.”

“Don’t you guys normally do this with Fukurodani?” Daichi says, squinting down at the roles Nekoma—meaning a vengeful Kuroo—had taken upon themselves to suggest under “recommendations”. Suga boldly rejects half of them on the spot. There is absolutely no way you’re letting my precious Tsukki be a garbage boy, Kuroo, the kid can’t even clean his own glasses. 

“I’m not doing it with those private school kids again,” Tora huffs, annoyed. “Did you know they bring an actual physical therapist every time? Bokuto-san keeps complaining his arms cramp up from mixing the batter bowl every 5 minutes. And Akaashi just lets him!”

“Are you…” Suga blinks, slowly turning his head his way after giving Kuroo a scolding of a lifetime. “Did you just call us poor?”

All the color drains out of Tora’s face. Tanaka is quick to roll his sleeves up, sensing his senpai’s growing dissent, and is already making his way over to maybe pound Tora’s hairless head into the underground all the good that senseless brain does him—

“Maa, maa,” Kuroo strolls in between them just in time, after remembering he was actually Nekoma’s captain and that actually meant something and damn these crows. “The bake sale tradition raises money for both teams and boosts community morale among schools. And I just thought, well, wouldn’t it be nice for us dumpster kids to stick together?”

Daichi squints at him, disbelieving.

Kuroo surrenders. “Alright fine,” he sighs. “Coach made us draw lots. I can count in one hand all the schools Tora doesn’t have a restricting order against for picking fights with, but it’s kinda slim pickings. We’re just glad we didn’t get Itachiyama.”

"Damn,” Noya whistles his approval. “I pity whoever they end up with.”

Kai winces. “Then you’d better send your regards to Inarizaki.”

“The Hyogo powerhouse?” Asahi widens his eyes. “But doesn’t their setter and the Itachiyama ace have beef?”

Suga chokes on the water he was chugging, “Since when do you know the word beef?!” At the same time Yaku makes an ominous sign of the cross, mumbling his prayers for Kita. “May the Inari Okami be with you, Kita-san.”

“Alright guys, that’s enough,” Daichi clasps his hands together, earning a flinch from Asahi. “We don’t have time to be worried about the other schools. Anyone else notice how quiet it’s been for the past hour?”

Kuroo glances around the empty classroom, sniffing and assessing. Suga is already preparing his thinly veiled threats at whatever mayhem they were bound to discover at leaving their first years unattended. Daichi is just about to ask where the hell is everyone when a decidedly loud, horror-movie-piercing scream rumbles its way outside the hall.

A beat of silence passes.

Daichi and Kuroo exchange wary looks. “Your kid or mine?”

Kuroo just about has his mouth open to reply, when Suga stomps his way past everyone in a decisive manner, cracking his knuckles as he comes face to face with the door.

“I don’t care whose kid it is,” Suga warns, giving them a look over his shoulder. “They’re dead.”

-

“A little to the right.”

…

“I said right, Tanaka-san,” Kuroo snaps, baring his teeth. “Or we could always have Yaku spot you instead if you prefer?”

Tanaka stiffens as he holds unto the welcome banner, trying not to move too much unless he disrupts the structural integrity of the ladder he was precariously balanced on. Kenma was somewhere at the bottom and, he’s not entirely sure, but he thinks he saw him whipping out his PSP instead of holding the ladder steady like he was instructed. Tanaka's life is literally on the line and no one cares.

“Oi Rapunzel,” Kuroo barks, again, impatient. “Are we boring you?”

These goddamn cats, Tanaka thinks. Leave it to Kuroo to let Kenma off the hook again.

“N-no, Kuroo-san,” Tanaka mumbles shakily, moving the banner inch by painstaking inch until he feels Kuroo’s glare at his back dwindle into something like mild approval. 

“Kenma,” he calls out suddenly, his tone softening. “Come here and check?”

Oh great yeah okay, Tanaka muses as he seethes with the wall, With Kenma it’s a question mark and gentle tone. With everyone else he’s an unrelenting dictator. 

He feels movement below him as Kenma lets go of the single (!!!) hand he was gripping the ladder with rather precariously, that Tanaka has to plant his palms for purchase with the wall just not to topple over completely. 

“What the hell—?” Tanaka turns, spotting Kenma’s mismatched head of hair, ready to swear down a number of profanities that’d make his own sister proud.

That is until he meets eyes with Kuroo and his single raised eyebrow. Almost protective, almost a challenge, almost a threat.

These goddamn cats.

-

“And for God’s sake,” Kuroo yells in the direction of the entrance. “Can someone please get Tsukki off flyer distribution! He’s scaring more people off than inviting them!”

Suga makes a face. Kuroo, native Tokyoite and just generally less introverted than everyone else, has since taken complete dictatorship of the planning committee for this supposed joint bake sale. He’s barked orders, threatened his own members, made Asahi cry once, got into multiple fights with Yaku, and repeatedly made clear to Bokuto that he absolutely cannot come and help because he will not come and help and Do you want all of our cupcakes gone before opening day? Cause Bokuto will 100% eat them all. Think of the children, Suga-san. 

Suga is convinced he’s a little loose on the head and could potentially be a little unhinged, but they were country bumpkins who didn’t know the first thing about holding an organized event in Japan’s capital, and so lets him be for the most part.

Daichi, however, has always rebelled where Kuroo is concerned. 

“Sorry,” Daichi says, straightening his back after carrying a box of measuring cups in. “But did I just hear you order around my first year?”

“There is no my and yours here anymore, Daichi-san,” Kuroo bats his eyes at him sweetly, smiling. “We’re a team now, remember?”

Daichi arches a brow, unconvinced and unyielding. “My first year, my demands.”

��Who trained him to be the middle blocker he is today?” Kuroo raises his chin.

Daichi is immune to 6-footer-intimidation-tactics. “Pretty sure his brother.”

That shuts Kuroo up straight away. Daichi’s shit eating grin that follows isn’t missed by anyone in the gym, and if possible, even a few members of Nekoma howl in pleasure. 

“If we’re staking claim on just anyone now because this bake sale is apparently a lawless land,” Suga suggests pointedly from behind the counter, assembling an array of pastry brushes. “I veto Lev out of marketing.”

“What the hell has he ever done to you?!” Yaku shrieks by his side, halting his own arrangement of rolling pins. Kuroo is quick to follow up with, “The kid has the emotional comprehension of a five year old. He can’t even hurt a cat. We’ve seen it ourselves.”

By the water coolers, Tora begins nodding so vigorously Tanaka has to grab his head in fear of whiplash. Even Kai, setting up chairs and tables with Asahi and Noya, looks the slightest bit defensive. 

“I have nothing against him,” Suga is quick to ammend. “But if he doesn’t stop offering 50% discounts, he’ll bleed us dry soon before we’ve even started.”

Kuroo gasps, affronted. "Lev did no such thing!"

Suga is just about to reply when they hear footsteps outside the door, making out a symphony of girlish laughs along with a decidedly male voice that sounded just like Lev accompanying them, singsongly promising: And that’s not all! First 30 customers also get a free picture with our captain! He's over 200cm, you know!

Kuroo’s shoulders slump. He blinks once, twice.

“I’m gonna kill him.”

-

"Kageyama, take off your shirt."

"Absolutely not," Daichi wheezes, stepping forward in front of Kageyama at the same time Suga seizes hold of the hem of his shirt, pinning it in place. "What the fuck, Kuroo."

Kuroo groans, pinching the bridge of his noise. "Look," he says, pointing at them. "The way I see it, someone needs to start showing some skin around here or we're going to lose."

Suga gives him an incredulous look, inching closer to Kageyama protectively, who still looked like a fish out of water munching on a test batch cookie Ennoshita and Narita asked him to try. "And you thought the minor was the way to go?"

"He's Oikawa's protege, isn't he?" Kuroo points out, matter-of-factly.

"What the hell does that have to do with anything?" Daichi gestures wildly, exasperated.

Kuroo blinks. "Oh," he says. "You guys don't know."

Suga feels uneasy. "Know what."

Kuroo leans in, conspiratorially, like he's about to drop top-secret national-level information. "A classmate from econ class told me another bake sale was happening in the next building over. Another Miyagi and Tokyo collaboration."

"And?" Daichi furrows his brows. "There's hundreds of volleyball teams in Sendai."

Kuroo hushes him, not kindly. "Yeah, but no offense, up until a few months ago there really was only 2 schools other prefectures gave a fuck about." 

Suga's expression is a mix of confusion and annoyance. "You couldn't possibly mean—"

"Oh, but I very well do," Kuroo grins, a sliver of teeth peeking through at the corners. "Favorites Seijoh and Shiratorizawa are apparently causing quite the ruckus and have already made their goal twice over. Ask me how."

Now it was Daichi's time to groan.

Kuroo snaps at him again, impatient. "Just do it, Sawamura! Am I asking for the world!"

Daichi grits his teeth, before letting out a very painful, very slow and labored, "How."

Kuroo's grin turns absolutely maniacal as he looks Kageyama up and down. "They're holding an auction to date Oikawa or Ushijima for a day."

"Shut up," Suga gushes at him, slapping a hand on his shoulder. "They are not."

"Are too!" Kuroo squeals, growing more excited. "And didn't you hear me? They've met their goal. Twice. At this point they've probably funded at least another generation of those annoying preppy school athletes."

"It's not a competition," Daichi reminds him.

"Says the loser," Kuroo quips back.

Daichi holds his arms up in surrender, exasperated. "We are literally on the same team. Literally. You just said so like, five minutes ago. What I make, you make."

"Exactly," Kuroo zeroes in on him, sliding a hand over his shoulder and peering closer at him, eyes dilated and full of corporate greed. "And I want to secure a future for my kouhai," he continues, saying the next part in a deceptively enticing voice, "And you want that too, don't you?"

Suga feels his insides churn. "Daichi," he starts. "Wait. Don't—"

In the next second, Daichi's posture straightens into that of unyielding determination. The fine set of his shoulders and the arch of his jaw, so stubbornly straight and piercing. Suga blanches. Kageyama stiffens. They both recognize that look, know Daichi has gone to a point of no return and no amount of pleading will get through to him anymore. Suga is starting to seriously come to terms with the fact he might seriously have to end the day a cat murderer. 

Daichi turns to Kuroo. "What do you need us to do?"

Oh God, Suga thinks, Kageyama is going to need so much therapy after this.

-

“Mom and Dad are fighting.”

"What the fuck,” Tsukishima says at the same time Kageyama snaps his head in Hinata’s direction to tell him, “No, they’re not.”

Hinata’s scowl deepens, a prickle at the back of his neck telling him to go against anything Kageyama believes in out of sheer principle. “Yes, they are.”

“No,” Kageyama stomps over to him, completely ignoring the baking pans Daichi asked him to clean. He makes sure to stand up straighter and lord that extra head of height over him. “They are not. Shut up.”

"Are too," Hinata taunts. "I heard them saying your name over and over again, too! Suga-san said something about putting his foot down. You did something, didn't you?"

Kageyama's eyes flicker briefly down at his shirt, before rising to glare at Hinata again. "Shut up! Did not!

"Did too!"

"Did not!"

Tsukishima can’t believe what he’s seeing nor hearing. “You guys,” he tries to keep his voice level. “You guys seriously don’t call Daichi-san and Suga-san… Mom and Dad… right?” he laughs, an airy thing. “Right?”

They can’t even hear him, good lord. They’re in another one of those intensely and homoerotically charged eye contact competitions that not even Daichi can penetrate no matter how hard he tries. He gives it another few minutes before one of them—inevitably Hinata who has to strain his head just to even keep going—blinks because he needs to and cries out unjust treatment of the marginalized. 

Stop trying to make short people oppression a thing, Yamaguchi snaps at him when he's caught in the crossfire. It’s never going to be a thing.

Kageyama always walks away smirking in satisfaction, maybe even a little amusement. 

Tsukishima is sick of their back and forth and feels himself one more unwilling third wheel event before he locks them in a room and forces them to play 7 Minutes in Heaven or no volleyball forever again. And yes, he does mean forever: Daichi will simply have to find another setter and decoy.

“You guys are so fucking weird,” he mumbles instead, walking away to grab another stack of fliers to distribute around the block. Before he leaves he thinks he can hear Kuroo calling out for him, but when has Tsukki ever listened to his seniors? 

-

The first half hour into the bake sale, they are a well-oiled machine. 

Asahi, man of few words but will get triggered by potentially anything and everything, is highly encouraged—in Kuroo's words, with an underbite that absolutely threatened more than encouraged—to have the least amount of human interaction. Hence his current one-sided conversation with the wall as he diligently tied ribbons into cupcake boxes. Noya and Yaku, on the completely other end of the spectrum, the fastest of both teams and able to weasel their way into everything undetected much like subway rats: into the makeshift tables they go, cleaning up every drop of icing that so much as threatens to fall, and gone by the next second like wind. 

The merry band of freshmen six footers—Kageyama, Tsukishima, Yamaguchi, Lev, Inuoka—are designated waiters. If they're good for anything, which they are not, then let them be at least good looking coat hangers. 

Hinata and Suga man the cashiers, Kenma making a digital receipt of every order as they go so they can track their progress easily. Kuroo and Daichi are the welcome committee, ushering customers into seats and able to spontaneously go into a passionate elevator pitch about the highs and lows of highschool volleyball on the spot that has all the mothers ordering at least another box of cupcakes to take home.   

The rest of the team are slotted into respective roles that they attack with the same kind of devotion as they do in volleyball. Passionate, earnest, and all relishing in the integrity of a job well done. Karasuno and Nekoma, really and truly, at their core; work surprisingly well together. Maybe the best out of most teams in Miyagi and Tokyo.

And so all goes well for the first thirty minutes since the doors to the gym open and business is so far good. All goes well and everyone gets along and no cupcake is burnt and no first year is wreaking havoc unprompted.

All that is, until, well:

"Oh my god," one of the customers gush, pointing to Kageyama. "Isn't that Kageyama Tobio? Oikawa-san's kouhai?"

Kageyama stiffens, almost drops a plate full of piping hot egg tarts straight into Kai's lap. "I-I—"

Suga already clocked the customer from a mile away and was already heading over their way.

But Kuroo, longer limbs, gets there faster.

"Why, yes," he grins at them, pleased, beckoning Kageyama over. "That is, in fact, Kageyama Tobio in the flesh. Genius setter in the up and up."

Daichi squeezes the bottle of water he was holding onto, making murder eyes at Kuroo from across the room. Kuroo meets it with a glint of his own that could only say: Since you're not willing to pimp your freshmen out, let me. 

The girls gush at the confirmation. More people notice. Some of them take out their phones and start rapidly typing.

"Oh my gosh!" one of them shout. "I knew it! I recognized him from Oikawa-san's fan page!"

"Right, right?" her friend nods along enthusiastically. 

“Say,” one of them stands up, bravely coming just an inch closer into Kageyama’s space, peering up at him expectantly. “Are you guys also offering the boyfriend rental service?”

Kageyama looks like he’s being led to his own funeral. Kuroo only looks to be too happy to play judge, jury, and executioner. 

Until someone coughs to catch their attention. 

"Sorry," Hinata says, without a hint of remorse at all. "But he already has a boyfriend."

The room is blanketed in silence.

“What the fuck,” is all Kageyama is able to say, beet red in the face as realization sets in. 

“Thank fuck,” is all Tsukishima is only too happy to say, shoulders sagging in timely relief. “Now will you two just bone already?”

-

"All this could have been prevented," Daichi says amusedly as they put away chairs and tables. "If you had just sold yourself first instead of sacrificing my freshmen."

Kuroo glances his way apologetically. "I’m sorry,” he says. “I really am. If I’d known Kageyama and Hinata were—”

“Please,” Daichi raises a hand, stopping him. “Even Kageyama didn’t know. I bet he still doesn’t. They’re both oblivious fools, just Hinata less so.”

“Still,” Kuroo insists.

“Still,” Daichi agrees.

Then they both break off with a good-natured laugh, shaking their heads in amusement at the whirlwind of a day. Kuroo is just about to stack another chair when he says, “You know maybe I should have agreed to Lev’s suggestion earlier. The picture thing. But—ah.”

"But what?" Daichi gestures for him to keep going.

The tips of Kuroo's ears turn a shade of pink, and he can't quite meet his eyes. Outstanding conversationalist and top salesman in the making, Kuroo. This douses Daichi into full attention faster than a block of ice.

"Oh my god," Daichi snaps up straight, abandoning the chair. "What. What did you do."

"It's not me!" Kuroo has his hands out in surrender. "I just—" he starts, tries, fails. Daichi is itching to get his phone out to document this for future blackmail purposes. "...I just… have someone who'll be, um, n-not…—happy, I guess. If I look available."

Pretentious use of words, curses Daichi internally. But thank God he actually had comprehension skills.

"Dude," Daichi says, now just annoyed at Kuroo tiptoeing around him. Like he felt the need to. "So you're with someone too. Why not just say that in the first place?"

Kuroo shrugs, unsure. "We're still taking it slow?"

Daichi considers him for a moment, considering all he's observed today. "Weird," he notes. "That's not what Kenma looked like to me."

Kuroo's head snaps in his direction. "What the fuck," he says, breathless. "You knew?!"

"My brother in Christ," Daichi comes up to pat his shoulder, wincing a little. "We all knew from the beginning, you absolute baffoon of a pining idiot. If it makes you feel any better, Kenma is only slighter better at you than hiding it. You two make all of us sick."

Kuroo is barely processing his words, blinking rapidly at Daichi's slightly amused but mostly fond expression as he registers the genuineness that bleeds through. But alas, God didn't make Kuroo this fine of a specimen without sprinkling in some sinful traits every once in a while. Cats live nine lives, after all, he was good as immune.

"Oh yeah?" Kuroo combats, standing up straighter to look Daichi dead in the eye. "Like you and Sugawara are any better."

It takes less than a second for all of Daichi's face to heat up. And Kuroo, able to rise to his full height and forcibly hold Daichi's simmering head a good arm's length away from him, looks on at the rest of Karasuno and Nekoma walking and laughing and chatting idly about the gym as they pack up, the sun just shy of setting and Kenma smiling at him slightly from across the room: decides then that yeah, this life isn't so bad after all.

[13as07]

Cats and Dogs #4

(Kiba Inuzuka Smut)

[Artwork is not mine! Credit to Pixiv Id]

Requested by: Me (and a lot of you guys)

Word Count: 4,188

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

[Reader] is a Neko (or as close as I could get with my rushed research and to go with the story line) per request

Name Calling: Kitty, Cat, Good Girl

Thigh/Face Riding

Bite Marks/Scratching

Collar/Leash

Hair Pulling/Choking

Pet Play

Oral (Female Receiving)

Blood

Degrading

Breeding Kink

Repost since tumblr is being weird

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     My heartbeat rings in my ears as Kiba's voice rings in my head, slowly into down my body. His words twirl around my spinal cord before settling between my legs, the licks of the fire formed by them still present in my body. "Well, Kitty?" He pushes, eyes locked on me as he takes careful steps forward.

     My mouth falls open, stumbling around to form an answer. Nothing will come out, nothing will even try to come out. My struggle to answer makes his smirk grow, his canines glistening even more from the exposure, making my mouth snap shut.

     "Hush, Kitty Cat," he unneedingly silences me, moving forward again. His knee shoves mine apart, sitting on the bed between my thighs. He leans forward, a hand cupping the side of my throat and the other pressed against my waist. "See? It doesn't hurt you to knock off the hard-to-get game," he mutters, leaning forward to brush his lips against my neck.

     My breath picks up, trying to stiffen the buzzing feeling hidden under my skin. His lips settle in a spot, his mouth softly sucking on the skin and making it harder to keep my breathing even. Kiba's knee slides forward, adding pressure to the tingles between my legs. "Nyaa," the sound stumbles out, a hand jumping up to grip his wrist, the other one shooting forward to cling to his shirt.

My skin is released, and a chuckle spills from the dog. His hot breath coats the spot he was just sucking on, both warming me up and sending shivers through me. "Sit pretty," he orders, using his hold on my waist to push me forward, making me straddle his thigh. Another meow is bubbling in my throat, the small grinding making the fire grow. "Good girl," Kiba mutters, softly squeezing my throat.

A shaky breath hisses out because of the two words, my anger, and hatred for him struggling with my lust for domination. Kiba's head dips back down, tongue sliding over his old markings. "Kiba," I whimper, squeezing his thigh between mine. The hand around his wrists lets go of him long enough to ball up more of his shirt, the material squeezed in both of my fists now.

"I thought you didn't want me?" He teases, his grin pressed against my skin as his tongue toy with my bite marks, spears of pain poking out from the touch.

"I don't," I try to hiss, but it doesn't work out; the words come out airy, almost desperate.

"Tell that to your body," he mutters, gently pushing on my waist so I grind back and forth on his thigh. Like yesterday, his nose nuzzles my collar, pushing it up so he can pay attention to the skin underneath it. The playful dog, nibbles on a spot, resting his teeth against it, pulling them back, and then repeating.

Anticipation fills me up as I wait for the sizzling pain of his teeth slicing my skin apart. It doesn't take long until it happens, canines digging into my throat, fitting against my skin. "Kiba, Kiba, Kiba," I call out, arching my body against him. My hands burn from clinging to his shirt so tightly, my chest pressed against him, and an orgasm slowly building up from the forced grinding.

"Kitty, Kitty, Kitty," he teases, the nickname coming out muffled from his lack of letting me go. "I can feel your pussy purring against me."

Heat crawls across my face as I tingle more. Why does he have to be such a dirty dog? "Don't say stuff like that."

His jaw relaxes, tongue lapping at the sore spot before he pulls back. "Why not? Do you not like being called out for being a desperate kitty cat?"

"I'm not a desperate kitty cat," I whine, shifting my head around and avoiding the eye contact he's trying to make.

Kiba's hand shifts, clinging to the spot that my chin starts melting into my neck. He pushes my head back a bit, squeezing tightly so I can't move my head around anymore. "Look at me," he orders, his tone a little harsher than I'm used to.

Slowly, I slide my eyes over, doing as ordered of me. Amusement lights up his eyes, his cocky smile back on his face. "Tongue out."

"I'm not doing that. It's degrading," I mumble, shifting my eyes away again.

Kiba shifts my head, eyes locked together again. "Tongue. Out." Again, I'm reluctant, but I do slowly slide my tongue out, letting it hang. His eyes brighten even more for my obedience, the dog in a bit of a power kick. Despite his cockiness, he moves his thigh in time with the way he's moving my hips, pleasing my pussy even more.

"Keeping moving," comes his next order, his hand leaving my waist to toy with my ears. This is an order I happily obey, keeping my hips in motion as Kiba does as he wishes. He pets my ears for a while, a thumb rubbing across the back of them before he starts tugging on them, pulling on the hair surrounding them. "I want to eat you," he whispers, dipping down so his nose is pressed against mine.

"Really? Didn't notice," I mutter, trying to shake my head and make the collar clink around.

Kiba chuckles a bit, lips beelining down to kiss along my collar. "I do enjoy your neck but I want to eat your pussy, Kitty."

"What?"

"Lay down," he orders, releasing my neck and pulling his thigh out from under me. A displeased whimper spills from me before I can stop it, my disappointment with the lost friction hanging in the air. "Move," this order is followed by a soft pat to my cheek before Kiba positions himself on the bed, lying on his mattress, knees bent off the edge, and his feet planted on the floor.

I shift around, giving him the space to lay how he wants before I look down at him. "Sit," he mutters, his hand shooting up to grip the chain around my neck. Kiba uses it to pull me around, situating me so I'm straddling his waist before tugging me further up. He finally lets me settle on his chest, my knees pressed closed over his pecks.

"Up." Again, he does it himself, big hands cupping my ass and pushing me onto all fours. A yelp escapes me as I'm pushed around, knees pressed into his arms and my hands holding me up above his head.

Kiba buries his dumb muzzle into my boobs, nosing around them as his hands busy themselves tugging my bottoms off. "What are you doing?"

"Taking your clothes off so I can eat you out and enjoying the warmth of your titties," he deadpans, glancing up at me like I'm the dumbest person alive. "Cats don't talk, they meow." With that, he goes back to shifting me around, working my panties off and nibbling on my chest, getting a mouth full of cloth and a chunk of flesh.

I'm pushed back onto his chest, thighs shoved together instantly as I'm perched on him. Kiba's eyes roll over my thighs, hands busy shoving my shirt up and slowly tugging it off. "Come here," he mutters, gripping my waist again to tug me forward, lifting me a bit so I'm hovering over his face.

"Kiba, I don't - nyaa," Kiba lowers me, his tongue instantly sliding through my folds. "Kiba," I hiss, a hand falling to grip his hair, the other one shooting forward to press against the wall, helping me keep myself balanced. He hums, tongue poking at my hole before it slides over my clit. "Kiba," I mutter again, the word stuttering out.

I'm pushed up, just a tad, his breath coating my trembling cunt. "Let's play a little game, Kitty Cat. As long as you meow, I'll toy with your pretty pussy. If you stop meowing, I'll stop playing."

"That's degrading," I mutter, staring at the wall to avoid looking down at him.

"Alright, we won't play," he grumbles, starting to get up.

"No! Wait!" I whine, eyes falling as I grip his hair harder. Another lopsided smile is on his face, the amusement as wide as ever in his eyes. "I'll... I'll play."

"Good girl," he mutters, starting to lower me again. "Behave and meow for me."

"Nyaa," I whisper, letting my eyes fall closed. This is so degrading. I'm being pleasured by a dog, being forced to meow to get what I want. Kiba's tongue pokes at me again, pulling a louder meow from me. He chuckles under me, slowly starting to fuck me with his tongue. "Nyaa, Nyaa, Nyaa," I whine on repeat, my fingers gripping his hair and accidentally tugging on it.

"Kiba? Nyaa. Kiba, please? Nyaa, Nyaa," I ramble, grinding against his tongue, the vibrations of his laughter only making me needier. "Please?"

     He ignores me, tongue still lazily playing with me. Two or three thrusts before it slides up to pay attention to my aching clit, before falling back down. "Damnit," I almost cry, my orgasm washing over me as I spill out meows as much and as quickly as I can. I can't have him stopping as I come undone.

Huffs spill from me, tongue hanging out willingly this time as I pant to catch my breath. The dog under me stills, letting me settle down from my orgasm; for a second at least. "Kiba!" I yelp, the large man wrapping his arms around my legs before he flips us over. "What... what are you?" I mumble, my back arching as both my hands cling to his locks now.

"What are you begging for?" He mumbles, lapping at my clit a few more times before he pulls away from my pussy. His eyes are shining with pride, sharp canines dripping with my mess that spills down his chin. "What do you want, Kitty?" Curiosity is mixed with the amusement in his eyes now. "Is it my dick? Do you want my dick?"

"No," I whisper, dropping my hold on his hair and letting my arms fall to my stomach, slowly rubbing it as I look around the room. My knees click closed again, a bit embarrassed about how exposed I am. All that's left covering me is my bra and how Kiba is looking at me, I'm not convinced it'll be on for much longer.

     "Speak," he mutters, eyes still lock on me as his head lowers. His teeth graze my thighs, carefully waiting for my reaction.

     My cheeks heat up again at the degrading he keeps doing, eyes sliding around the room again. "Nyaa," I grumble, a curse quickly following the animalistic sound. His teeth sink in, instantly snagging on my skin, and exploding pain across my thigh. "Kiba, that hurts," I cry, hands instantly back in his hair, trying to peel his mouth off of me. "Nyaa, Nyaa, Nyaa. Please? Kiba? You're hurting me."

     The meowing gets him to release me, causing a sigh of relief to spill from me. Relief doesn't live long in my lungs though; Kiba latches back onto me, his teeth feeling like daggers as he starts the slow tearing and marking of my legs.

     He chomps away, littering me as much as he wants. Each tear at my skin instantly starts painful and full force, small spills of my blood mixing with my cum still plastered on my thighs. I only manage to count seven of them before my mind is too fuzzy to keep up with Kiba's constant movements and attacks.

     "Nyaa, Nyaa, Nyaa," the sound constantly spills from me, quickly paired with wetter spilling from my eyes. "Kiba, please," I whine again, trying to wiggle my legs out of his grasp. "I can't take anymore. Please stop."

     As soon as the word 'stop' spills from me, Kiba snaps up straight, eyes scanning my face. Droplets of my blood are mixed with my mess on his face, the red color standing out against his peachy skin. Slowly, his eyes drop down to the shamble he's left my thighs in. They ache and sting so bad that my leg muscles shake from the pain. His fingers press into one of the marks, pulling a cry of pain from my lungs.

     "Don't make those noises," Kiba mutters, shoving his fingertips into a different mark.

     "Why... why not?" I hiss, my chest pumping to try and cool some of the pain crawling up my body.

     My hands shoot down to pull him away; a failing attempt since he snatches both of my wrists, the iron grip of a hand wrapping them. "Your squealing makes me want to bite you again," he mutters, sparing me a glance before he looks down again. Kiba's eyes snap up again, looking scarier than I've ever seen him. "Roll over."

     He releases my wrists, taking a step back before he starts undressing. My eyes stay locked on him, watching him grip his shirt collar and use it to tug it off his body. Having his eyes on me so intensely makes me shake but my eyes trailing down his body makes me shake for other reasons.

     The click of his belt, the snap of his pants button, and the undoing of his zipper make me roll over as ordered, settling on my stomach. "Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit," I whisper to myself, yelping again when Kiba grips my hips, tugging me backward.

     He manhandles me again, pushing my legs up under me so I'm kneeling. His hand falls to my stomach, pushing up on it until I'm situated on all fours. "Good girl." Shivers spill down my spine, as do gentle kisses from Kiba until he stops leaning over me.

     Footsteps fill the room, then a drawer being opened and closed, and finally, footsteps again before he is pressed against me. I turn my head to the side, cheek resting against his blankets as I try to figure out what he's doing. His hand grips my collar, spinning it around so it's on backward. "What are you doing?" There's a click, and then a line of thin silver metal in my sights. "What are you doing?" I repeat, my voice louder this time as I go to stand up.

     "Stay, relax," Kiba coos, hand on my shoulder as he clips the leash onto my collar. Reluctantly, I settle on all fours again, the cold metal of the leash resting against my back. The chill makes my back curve, pulling a pleased hum from the man behind me.

     My head drops down, peaking at him between my knees. His hand is busy pushing his pants down, then his boxers. Kiba's dick springs out, making my stomach stop. He wasn't lying about those nine inches, but he didn't even hint at the width of himself. The dog behind me is going to feel every inch of me. Dear Lord, I'm going to feel every inch of him.

     "Come here," he hums, using the leash to tug me backward, the tip of his dick tapping against my pussy. "Relax, Kitty, okay? If you're not relaxed, it's going to hurt."

     "I'm relaxed," I whisper, staring at the wall in front of me.

     Kiba's hold on the leash tightens, tightening the collar around my throat, and slightly choking me. "Good girl," he praises me, his free hand falling to my hip. It'll be alright. He'll be nice and gentle, I can take this.

     The leash snaps as his grip tightens to help tug me backward. Kiba's hips thrust forward at the same time, deeply sinking himself into me from the get-go. "Kiba!" I yelp, my hands jumping up to cling to my collar.

     "Cat's meow. Meow," he orders, his hand leaving my hip long enough to tug my hands away from my collar. "Don't pull on your collar. You're going to hurt yourself."

     I whine, falling back onto all fours. Kiba hums softly, slowly pulling himself out before slamming into me again. "Nyaa," I whimper, different feelings mixing in my body. Pain shoots out from my thighs, a mix of pain and pleasure spilling from my slight choking and Kiba being buried in me. "Nyaa, Nyaa, Nyaa," I stumble out, giving him a meow for every thrust he gives me.

     "You sound so pretty, Kitty. Pretty, dirty, little kitty. What would your clan think if they knew you were getting fucked by a dog like me?"

     "They... they'd... they..."

     "Would feel ashamed? I bet they would. I bet you feel ashamed. Obeying and being bred by an Inuzuka. Are you going to let me fill you with my pretty litter?" Kiba chuckles at his degrading of me, the hand on my hip sliding down to press against my womb.

     "Kiba - "

     "Cats meow," he repeats, tugging in my leash harder, forcing my head backward so I'm looking at him. A wolfie smile is on his face, as giddy as ever as he works me over. "Meow, Cat."

     "Nyaa."

     "Good girl. You're going to be a good breeding pussy, aren't you? You're going to take all my cum deep inside you. I'm going to flood your womb with pretty puppies for you to carry for me. Am I understood?"

     "Nyaa, Nyaa, Nyaa, Nyaa," I race out, both enjoying and not liking that idea. Both liking and not enjoying how much Kiba is getting off to this. I swear next time I'll get the upper hand on this dumb dog, remind him why cats are so much better.

     "Fuck," he grumbles, tugging himself out of me and loosening his grip on my leash. His hands settle on my hips again, rubbing his thumbs against my skin as he takes a breather. The leather of the end of my leash is pressed against my skin too, counteracting the chilled metal.

     "Are you okay?"

     "Ya, I'm fine, Kitty. Just need to change positions," he mutters, littering my back with kisses again. Once Kiba catches his breath, he's back to manhandling me. He flips me over, settling himself between my thighs before turning us over again.

     I stumble around, trying to settle into my straddling of him. Kiba's hand reaches up, sliding under my collar and leash to keep hold of my neck for a moment. "Such a pretty Kitty," he mutters, rubbing his thumb against the side of my throat. "Are you going to be a good kitty and ride me?" I open my mouth to respond but he stops me, his hand releasing my throat to slide up to silence me. "Kitties meow."

     "Nyaa," I answer, the growingly familiar heat of arousal and degradation enveloping me. The answer is good enough for Kiba, who grips my thighs and helps me position myself on his tip before he goes back to holding my leash. Another bout of degradation fills me at the sight. Dumb cocky dog treating me like his pet.

     Slowly, I shift down, taking every inch of Kiba. By the time I settle on his lap, I'm already panting from being filled so snug and his patience seems to be close to gone. I take a second to position myself better, leaning forward so my palms are pressed to his chest, my nails resting against his skin. I move up again, sinking back down faster than the last time.

     "Damnit," he grumbles, one hand tightening on my leash as the other falls to cling to my hip again. I swear there's going to be fingerprints there tomorrow. "Meow for me," he mutters, forcing my hips down faster.

     "Nyaa," the sound comes out chipped, the new position and Kiba's extra help aiding the tip of his dick into a spot it hasn't touched yet.

     As the pace keeps going, my nails dig into his chest, starting to for little crescents in his skin. The soft touch pulls a soft "wan" from him, making him slam me down faster.

     I automatically decided to scratch him harder, payback for the messed up state of my still stinging thighs, new waves of pain melting through my burns every time I slid back down his length. I dig my nails in, letting them slide down his chest, my wrists bump against my knees before my fingers jump back up to tear him into smaller strands.

     Kiba's "wans" spill from him just as much as my meows, filling the room with our animalistic sounds. His constant movement of my hips makes it hard for me to keep up my bouncing, but from how tight my leash is being pulled and how fast his chest is pumping, I don't think he cares.

     "Shit," he growls, his hand shoving me to the side instead of helping me bounce up and down, causing my nails to scrape across him before I lose my grip.

     Not even a beat passes before he's on top of me again, his hands clinging to the backs of my thighs as his shoulders work to shove my knees up. "Kiba?" I call, hands shooting up to try and get a grip on him again. My fingertips end up landing on his face, my mind split between the overwhelming pace of his thrusts and trying not to claw his face up again.

     "Kitty?" He growls, mouth hanging up a bit, and tongue laid out as he pants.

     The look of Kiba's eyes scares me a bit, making my stomach drop once again today. He looks ready to eat me alive, to dig his canines into my neck until my bones snap. "You're scaring me."

     My sentence is ignored; or maybe not heard from how quiet it was. With every thrust Kiba's head inches forward, getting dangerously close to my neck. The points of his teeth rest against my neck with his next thrust, a preview of the flesh-tearing bite to come. As predicted, when he thrusts in, his teeth clamp down, pulling a scream of pain - and perhaps a bit of fear - from my lungs.

     The sounds seem to only make his jaw clench tighter. The skin around his teeth throbs, the flesh trapped by him stinging so bad I'm worried my throat muscles are going to give in and tear apart too. My blood trickles out from the puncture wounds he keeps making deeper and deeper. My blood feels warm sliding down my neck, some of it being lapped up by Kiba as he swirls his tongue between his toes of teeth.

     The bite might hurt the most, but it's not the only place that hurts. My thigh still sting too, our mixed salt-filled sweat dripping into the wounds to cause stinging, and Kiba's skin rubbing against them to cause a soft ache. The rest of my throat hurts as well; previous bite marks from the week and today, a faint throbbing pain from my collar being tugged on so much, and the sharp scratching poking out every time I breathe caused by the scream slammed out of my lungs.

     Everything throbs so much that I almost don't notice Kiba's movements have stopped, his hips still against mine. It takes a moment, long enough that I'm worried something is wrong before a trickle of warmth is spilled into me.

     The trickle doesn't last long, soon turning into a steady gush of cum being spilled into me, so much being pumped out that my pussy can't hold it all, leaving the last quarter of Kiba's semen spilling out onto my thighs. He wasn't kidding when he said he was going to flood my womb.

     Once again, everything stops for a moment before Kiba relaxes against me, his body weight pressing into me more. His fangs loosen a bit, a soft pop of his jaw sounding before they finally let me go. His head lulls for a moment, ending up pressed into my neck, coating the sticky mess of sweat and blood with warm air.

     "I shouldn't... shouldn't keep you pressed up like this," he mutters, slowly climbing off of me, letting my legs tumble back down to the mattress. Kiba rolls over, lying down next to me as he pumps for breath, trying to calm himself down.

     I stay still, blinking repeatedly to try and push the pain down as I look up at his ceiling. Does he want me to get dressed, and leave? Is that what he's waiting for? Would it be impolite to ask for a rug to get cleaned up with... and maybe some medical attention? I'm pretty sure the dumb dog ripped out a part of my esophagus so it shouldn't be rude... I don't think. Maybe I should just get up and leave... and stop at Neji's to make sure -

     "Shit!" Kiba yelps, jerking up right. "You're bleeding. Like a lot. I am so sorry," he rushes out, quickly crawling out of the bed before he disappears into one of the doors in his room. No, he didn't want me to leave, he's just a stupid dog. A dumb dog with some weird wolfie clam over me and a box of rocks for brains.

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[ilikekidsshows]

It's interesting, isn't it? Marinette treats Chat Noir like lot of things:

an incompetent random child she's owed to have as mindless minion but whom she doesn't owe to ever actually consider, think about, or help to get better under her 'lead', so she always feels entitled to ask for more and more and to get angry, use, humiliate and disregard him whenever she feels like it or his existence isn't ideally to her convenience in some way (aka 'she's not his nanny but his martyr leader he could never make up for how selfishly he abused')

a pet she's entitled to own for her personal emotional benefit and under whatever bad conditions she prefers for him to be in in her favor, whether he likes it or not, since he's just an animal for her before season 5 and she outright forbids him from running away. Like a pet owner. And she always forces him back with her power over him and then never caring what the problem was because she doesn't like thinking about herself having a flaw that can't be blamed on him not taking care enough of her (Kuro Neko and Kwamis choice).

A pet she can just give to someone else without thinking twice about the pet's perspective cause it's only about the owner's feelings and comfort anyway (100% Hack-San, Marinette just send Alya to Chat as his new owner which is also how Alya initially viewed it. Thankfully, Alya learned within the episode, so in she was to able to tell Marinette in the end that Chat's not a dumb street pet but a person. A revelation Marinette was legitimately caught too off guard by which I'll never get over)

her personal care taker who only exists in this reality for her needs and she doesn't have to give any real emotional support or any other help back when it makes her uncomfortable (which is as good as always). It's an entire unbalanced relationship where she gets showered in emotional labor but she never goes beyond some pretty but empty words that ultimately mean nothing the next time they actually have to mean something (Hack-San, Penalteam). He's even the one who does HER JOB as guardian in their dynamic by being the one to help HER for the 500th time to learn to control her powers (and Alya as Scarabella) while she never once lifted a single finger to support HIM with his powers. Not even when he obviously needed it in season 5.

and her scapegoat she can and will do to whatever she wants to. And she will do so without fail whenever there is a benefit to gain from it and she will excuse it with any blatant lie, weak explanation, toxic double standards, or deceiving action and behavior she can get away with. Then she the puts her need to be understood, validated, and taken care of in front of her actually working on herself as long as he continues never being angry with her ever again for anything ever while always putting HER first which seems to be her main priority by now. Not to be fair, but to just not ever having to face the most basic consequences and work on herself like she constantly demands of him.

Chat Noir is alot, but never a friend and partner because that would require of her to treat him fairly and as an equal. Marinette is COUNTING in their dynamic on the fact that he has "learned his lesson" and he'll never ask of her again to treat him fairly and like an equal. It seems to be her favorite aspect of their entire dynamic at this point. What brings her so much comfort.

That she gets to treat him as anything BUT a real friend and partner and will get rewarded and hailed anyway as the greatest person ever for merely claiming that that's what she treats him as. Or "wishes" she could treat him as despite nothing stopping her at this point besides herself.

Looking at Ladynoir, Marinette has no idea how to be a friend and a partner. Which, in fact, is supported by the rest of her support system, especially Adrien and Luka, but also including Alya.

Alya is the closest person she treats as being her equal and even that bond only really goes one way with Alya doing all the emotional labor and exploration of the Guardians lore, picking up Marinette's slack around everything, dealing with her problems (again, Hack-San and Mr Pigeon 72), and having everything sprung onto her in a moment's notice whenever Marinette needs something while only getting told about the sacrifices she has to do for helping Marinette LATER when it's too late.

Alyanette too is not a healthy dynamic and that's the healthiest relationship Marinette has by FAR.

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How much Marinette cares about you seems to show in how much she dumps her problems on you, which explains how both Luka and Adrien end up playing therapist for her. The good faith interpretation here is that Marinette trusts Alya, Luka and Adrien more than others, so she can be vulnerable and show her weaknesses to them. The actual reality is that, in addition, she doesn't have to do much, if anything, in return. All three of these people are willing to just give, give and give, and Marinette is free to just take, take and take with maybe a little "thanks" thrown in to show her appreciation. Even Marinette's appreciation is rarely granted to people, considering her response to Cat Noir's help and attempts to help is often to brush it off as unneeded or downright be insulted at the insinuation that she's falling apart when she's falling apart in front of his eyes.

Yeah, for all I said that Alya gets special privileges no one else gets from Marinette, we need to also look at what these privileges mean for Alya. She gets to know Ladybug’s secret identity = she has to provide Marinette with even more emotional support. She gets to see the Miracle Box = She has to help Marinette with her Guardian duties. She gets to be a permanent holder = she has to lie to her boyfriend on Marinette's orders. Alya being let in on the secret led to her life becoming increasingly all about Marinette and helping her with all her burdens.

In the early seasons, you really got the impression that Alya was doing things even when she wasn't hanging out with Marinette. She had her blog and a boyfriend and she saw her other friends on the regular. Now all we see or hear her do is help Marinette with her various problems, mostly her love life, and then get yelled at when Marinette changes her mind about what kind of help she wants, aka, when Alya justifiably didn't buy her “new feelings” for Cat Noir when she obviously just wanted a Luka 2.0 to pamper her for a bit.

When was the last time Alya talked about her blog in a positive way? I remember when Marinette kept telling her she couldn't post about this or that. Did she have to suspend the blog to reach Marinette's standard of commitment? The writers have all the cast only care about whether or not Marinette gets to kiss Adrien, so it feels like it's been mostly forgotten.

All of Marinette’s relationships are written with Marinette’s comfort as the writers’ primary objective. All interactions are made to be as easy for Marinette as possible when she herself isn't making things harder, with her being instantly forgiven when she does something wrong even when she shows no sign of improving on her behavior because she never intends to hurt anyone, and that’s all that matters. The writers’ number one priority is to make it very clear to the audience that Marinette is the one who feels bad here, and we should really look at things from her perspective.

[wisteriasymphony]

I have a feeling that you secretly hate this show and all the writing choices . I just do .

I mean, without this show we wouldn't have the fandom, ergo I wouldn't be able to mess around with the characters and put them in situations, so... no?

My opinions on the show are untraceable and entirely irrelevant, and I tend to agree on a take-to-take basis with people on all sides of the fandom. Were there some things that could've been done differently? Yes of course. But Miraculous is what it is and if it were something Emmy-worthy, I don't know if I'd be so enthralled with it as I am.

Think of it like this:

Most people in the fandom play with the ideas in mlb like Barbie dolls. You dress them up, take them through soap opera plots and (as the wonderful asukiess so eloquently put it) cocomelon tragedies where they're all screaming and crying and kissing and you have a grand old time with it.

What I have been doing, over here in my own little world divorced from reason and sense, is chewing on all of the Barbie dolls' hands, cramming their heads in jars of finger paint, and scribbling on the walls. (And occasionally, just occasionally... my unpredictable scribblings will form a coherent word or thought that might even be approaching something profound about... the human condition or struggles with self-actualization or whatnot. But it's not a guarantee.)

Can you say the latter really... 'hates' the dolls? Hates the way they were made? No. To hate the dolls is to refuse to engage with them altogether, or to make YouTube Essays treating the Barbie dolls like real people with real culpability for their actions and calling them Mary Sues. That's not what I'm doing, not by a long shot.

It's also worth mentioning that a lot of what I do would be lost without the context of the show itself and its decisions.

- Kuro Neko was the catalyst in why I started writing TWEOS, and a lot of the impact of how characters act in that is because you need the prior context of both the show and the fandom to back it up.

- Adrien Agreste as Byronic Hero has much less weight to it unless you're used to seeing a version of him that is so clearly not that. The lovesquare in that fic absolutely falling apart by every conceivable metric—down to things as minuscule as Marinette the baker's daughter pursuing Adrien who secretly hates the taste of sweets—feels like less of a betrayal if you haven't seen the way they are supposed to be.

- Adrien and Marinette being presented as a cruel inevitability of a universe that does not care what they have to say in the matter... in because in 37,847 universes and counting, they will be together. In canon, they must be together.

tl;dr Maybe I'm dodging the question, and maybe my actions in changing so much about how the characters act/the world works in my fic speaks louder than my words... But I can't bring myself to hate this show. Percussive maintenance is still maintenance.

[flightfoot]

You know after looking through every time Marinette lies nonessentially in Miraculous, I was thinking about Adrien, and I don't actually remember any times he directly lied outside of secret identity reasons, lying to himself, or lying in order to try and obtain freedom from his father? Like the major instances that come to mind are Copycat, Kuro Neko, and Emotion.

But with Copycat, while Chat's certainly deceptive and intending Theo to take his words a certain way, he never says anything untrue.

Cat Noir: Hey, don't mean to burst your bubble, but you know, Ladybug and me, we're a thing, you know? Théo: Really? Cat Noir: Yeah, we're like this. (crosses his fingers)

Again, deceptive, certainly, but too vague to be an outright lie.

As for Kuro Neko, while Plagg lied his ass off, Cat Walker usually didn't? I mean I guess that you could say that him saying he's not Chat Noir at the end is a lie, but even that's kind of true in a way.

Ladybug: But, Cat Noir... Cat Walker: ...is not me. Plagg will give you the ring back.

Emotion might qualify as an actual lie, maybe. Though he probably IS meeting his father, he's at the ball too, so even that's mostly true.

Adrien: (grabs his phone in his pocket) Oh, sorry! I have to go, I'm meeting with... with my father! I didn't tell you about it... because I forgot, and I'm already late. (He gets up, and hands Marinette the ice cream) See you soon, Marinette! (waves and rushes off.)

But in that case it's heavily implied that Gabriel forced Adrien not to say anything to Marinette about the dance using his Amok, so even that doesn't count.

Gabriel: I told you not to tell your friend about the Diamonds' Dance, Adrien. Precisely, because I knew that it would only lead to trouble. As proven by the disaster that ensued. I'm sorry, but I don't want to hear a word about this Marinette ever again. (And once again, he fidgets with the ring behind his back.) Was there something else you wanted to tell me? Adrien: No, father. (leaves, closing the door)

Off the top of my head that's all the lies I can think of that even have a chance of qualifying. Adrien's not a Guile Hero like Marinette is, he's very straightforward and upfront. Even though she has a lot less screentime, I actually think Alya directly lies more often than he does, which makes sense, since she's a Guile Hero like Marinette and her powerset depends on deception.

[rainbow-neko-artblog]

Might be a silly question, but if TikTok does get banned in the future would we still be able to see content of Onyx on here (like on your main account or this one, or heck, if you wanted to make a separate account just for her like some people do with pets and even OCs!) and your other platforms, such as BlueSky. She’s just so cute (I’m a huge cat person, I’ve had 4 in my life counting my current 2) and I love seeing the videos you post of her.

I don't see why not- I'm still trying to get into the habit of filming things without tiktok- it's gonna be a pain for a while but im not going back after mourning it's loss.

If i post more Onyx content it will probably be on my main @rainbow-neko-main since this is my artblog, my bluesky, or even my youtube shorts.

[gale-gentlepenguin]

In your opinion, what are the top three peaks of worst narrative choice in Miraculous?

An interesting question, because with Narrative choices, its not so much one episode its the impact it has throughout the series.

But because I dont want to solely be Negative. I will also pick 3 POSITIVE narrative peaks as well. (I am only talking about what has aired so far. there could be choices later on I dont like or enjoy more than before. But we will see)

3rd worst

Su Han and the Order of Guardians

me too luka, me too.

Honestly the whole thing with Feast. which i thought would make this list, but nope. Because of Su han, I think Feast did the world a f***ing favor

Su Han is still my least favorite character. He is a stick in the mud that comes to yell and does nothing. The fact that he shows up in season 4 and doesnt even help Marinette with Guardian stuff is bulls***. He should be helping by teaching Mirakungfu, or anything!

Really, he only exists to show that Fu really made the best out of a s*** situation. When the order was beaten by a 4 FOOT TALL BLUE DOG, Having met Su Han, I understand why now.

3rd Best

Marinette telling Alya she's Ladybug

So this one is something many people are on the fence about. If you like this choice, you like or tolerate Alya. If you dont, you hate alya.

I for one Love Alya and Marinette who was sinking in her new responsibility gains a confidant that wants to help and do whats best for her. (she is like 80/20 on that but still, its the thought that counts)

Alya does help flesh out somethings and helps Marinette grow as a guardian and is probably the reason Chat noir didnt f***ing ditch earlier than kuro neko.

Alya even showed to be a somewhat competent ladybug replacement. But thats out the window with the recent episodes. I still think this is one of the best choices made in season 4

2nd Worst

Sentimonsters are Sentient

The show is weird with Sentimonsters. Now I dont know if Sentiadrien is 100% confirmed. But its gross how some sentimonsters are given more respect than others. It is like "Oh only the Human looking ones are sentient" Sentinino, Sentialec, Sentigabriel, sentibubbler all got controlled like puppets with no agency and no one gave a f***.

They should just be emotion's given form and nothing more. Because basically the peacock miraculous creates slaves. And its kind of f***ed up. Id put this at number one, but its still sort of being explored and if the show finds a way to give the sentimonsters full control or a means of not getting erased on a whim, I can over look it. But yea, its pretty bad.

2nd Best

Gabriel Getting all the other Miraculous

I have wanted this since SEASON 2!

The problem with season 3 and 4 was the fact that Ladybug and Chat noir had access to so many powers, heroes and abilities that basically Hawkmoth/Shadowmoth were not even a threat anymore. That they could have taken him down at anytime if they were more active. Like no cap, why didnt Marinette give herself the snake AND horse when she went for Shadowmoth in Sentibubbler. Or the horse and Bee? Stun his butt and WIN.

With Gabriel having the miraculous, the tables and stakes are now high again. Ladybug and Chat noir are up against the wall. Thats where the tension needs to be if you want things to develop.

The Worst

Miracle Queen (The last 10 minutes)

So this may seem like cheating but this episode really did a LOT and had a massive impact on the show. Lets have a check list.

It had Fu wipe his memories (something that apparently he could do but was never mentioned)

Chloé's growth and development is completely tossed out that she ends up exactly how she was in season 1 (and eventually worse)

The love rivals start dating the heroes because Marinette read Fu's letter which just told her "Life sucks and you gotta settle"

So basically it pulled a Deus ex machina out of its butt, destroyed the potential of a redemption arc and then make no means of seeing a struggle just poof, like it didnt even happen. And then the love rivals that had hardly any screen time (maybe like 2 episodes total with the heroes) are just dating.

The last one may have gotten axed but the first two are ever present and its horse crap.

The Best

Chat Blanc

So this is gonna need some explaining. While I am not crazy about the time travel, and I am not crazy about all the things in the episode, or even how some of the trauma is handled. Chat Blanc is an excellent choice to show the viewer how things can go wrong.

Its not the scenario where Hawkmoth wins, its not the heroes winning. Its EVERYONE LOSES.

This episode took Season 3 to the darkest its been. I would have loved if it was several episodes. I would have loved if this was explored more. But the fact that the group took a concept fans have thought about and brought it to such an NTH degree

I 100% can say with certainty before this episode no one wrote Chat blanc in fanfiction as an end of world threat. Maybe a dangerous beast or feral cat. But NOT A COSMIC LEVEL THREAT.

This episode demonstrated how dangerous the powers of the miraculous are. It gave the viewer a reason on why Marinette and Adrien dont share their identities right away. Its because of the worst case scenario.

(I would have put origins, cause umbrella scene but thats not so much a narrative choice as it is the start of everything, but know its basically pseudo number one)