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lionhanie · 10 months ago

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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

#ᯓᡣ𐭩 my writing #onedoornet #boynextdoor #bnd #bonedo #boynextdoor hc #boynextdoor crack #sungho #riwoo #jaehyun #taesan #leehan #woonhak #minecraft #boynextdoor writing #kpop writing #kpop crack #boynextdoor headcanons #kpop headcanons

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doyoulikethis-videogame-song · 2 months ago

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Ask Masterpost #6 -- 2/22/2025

This puts me completely up to date for all blog-related asks! Next week, I will begin answering the other types of asks I have received :).

Sorry if my answers this time are a little short and curt -- I sort of stressed myself out trying to give long explanations, which led me to NOT answering asks in a reasonably timely manner, and I realized I should probably save that effort for when I actually write up the rules proper. (Doing this does not annoy me and I appreciate all the asks regardless! So please do not feel like you're bothering me with any questions because of this.)

Summary:

Inquiry regarding out-of-service games / song length

Inquiry regarding links/song sources in submissions

Permissibility of mods and fanmade expansions (100% Allowed)

Permissibility / Further clarification on rhythm game songs

Permissibility of mobile game music (Allowed)

Permissibility of folk song covers (Allowed)

Inquiry regarding songs with multiple movements

Inquiry regarding songs that appear on the OST but not inside the game

Inquiry regarding reveal video links

Inquiry regarding circumstances of a specific remake

Permissibility of pop song covers (Allowed)

Permissibility of console menu songs (Allowed)

Inquiry regarding nameless submissions

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Can I submit a song from an MMO that’s been offline for a decade?

Related question: Can I submit a song that is 17 minutes long?

Yes and Yes -- But tumblr has a limit on the file size I can upload for both MP3 and MP4, so I might have to crop it regardless. You can add your recommended crop time to your submission if you feel it might be necessary.

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For the song I wanted to submit, the only good youtube link for it was taken down recently. So my options would be to send a youtube link for a version with inferior audio (which also uses a fanmade title rather than the official one), or a link to a google drive file that has the song in good quality. I haven't been able to find it anywhere else. Any preference/suggestions as to what I should do?

You can send the google drive link and I'll download it from there if you prefer to have the best audio possible. I'd appreciate having the youtube link as well for the reveal, and then you can drop the google drive link in the comments to share with everyone (if you'd like) :).

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Do you take music from mods? If someone's made a soundtrack for a fan made game expansion?

Yes and yes.

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While I know submissions aren't open at the moment, I just want to ask so I can find a good submission for when they are, one of the rules states rhythm game songs that aren't EXCLUSIVELY video games songs won't be accepted. Would songs made specifically for a rhythm game count as a video game song in that regard? For example, a lot of songs in bemani games are made specifically for said game either by outside artists or the in-house sound teams.

A very generalized rule you can follow for rhythm games is: - If it's an idol/ensemble-cast/gacha rhythm game: No - If it's a regular rhythm game, such as rhythm heaven, dynamix, arcaea, any arcade game: Yes. This rule specifically exists to rule out submissions of songs from series like Love Live, Bandori, Ensemble Stars, IDOLISH7, etc.

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1: do you take song recs?

2: do you count mobile games?

3: Neko Atsume music

1. As far as I'm concerned, all submissions are song recs. 2. Yes 3. Yes

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@nutella-icecream asked:

Is it okay to submit the cover of a folk song that was included in a video game if I have the name of the person performing it?

Yes, covers made for the video game are alright.

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If a song consists of multiple movements that are technically separate tracks in-game (e.g. a multi-phase boss fight) should each movement be submitted separately or can the combined song be submitted?

What if an official soundtrack release includes both (individual tracks for each movement as well as a track combining them?)

You can specify the specific movement you'd like to submit or the entire song, and it doesn't matter to me if they're combined on the official OST or not :) (just let me know if you have a preferred crop time if they ARE combined). If it's something like a two-part boss fight with one song name, I'd just name it like "Rykard, Lord of Blasphemy (first phase)" and "Rykard, Lord of Blasphemy (second phase)". I would probably not post any of the movements individually if the full song had already been posted previously, but I would consider doing the opposite (posting the full song when only movements have been posted previously). This is highly dependent on the particular song.

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would a song that only appears in a trailer but is on the official ost count or nah

If it's on the official OST, it's alright.

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when revealing songs with in-game music videos (e.g. submissions from the beatmania iidx series), would you be linking an upload of the song with static album art, or one with the video as well?

I pick the youtube video for the reveal based almost entirely on what I think the most "stable" link might be -- links with more views, that's been on youtube for more time, or that's from the composers / other official channel. If they have an in-game music video you'd prefer for the reveal you're more than welcome to indicate that on the submission.

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@jadevampvm-blog asked:

Okay, I have a question about the submission rules. I have a particular song that was a remix made after the publishing of the game, but was never actually in any of the games. Now, there's a remake of the game coming out and the song is in the trailer. In the event that you open submissions before the remake is out, would I be allowed to submit this song?

I think that's okay in this specific scenario :)

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are video-game specific covers of non-vg covers allowed? for example, Bioshock Infinite has a barbershop quartet sing God Only Knows, a calliope organ(?) rendition of Girls Just Wanna Have Fun, and a couple of other 1912 covers of iconic pop songs

also, i wanted to point out that you sometimes (including in the information masterpost) use the tag #not a vg music poll and sometimes use #not a vgmusic poll and the inconsistency of the space in the tags makes finding those posts awkward

Yes, this is totally okay. Also thank you for letting me know about the tags! I try to keep them consistent but I forget sometimes LOL. I don't know why I haven't made an xkit shortcut for it yet.

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@moonlitstargazer asked:

are songs from console menus allowed? (e.g. Settings - Nintendo 3DS, Wii Shop Channel, PlayStation Home Menu, etc.)

Yes, because... I think they're deeply iconic to the overall video game scene in general. I may reserve them for special posting days, though.

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@lonepower asked:

Ok, so I know that songs which are on an in-game soundtrack but not released as part of the OST are allowed, but (when the time comes) what should I do about a song that plays in-game but isn't on the OST, doesn't have a title in the game files (it's just numbers), and isn't on youtube? I can credit the composer because it's the game composer, but should I just submit it as "untitled [game area] theme", should I make up a title, or would it just not be allowed?

That's definitely allowed :). You can just describe the song the best of your ability or use a commonly attributed name in the fandom or something. I would probably go with something like "[character or area name] theme" or "Song that plays during [chapter/cutscene/moment/fight]". Even just the numbers would be alright.

#vgpollasks #vgmpaskpost #not a vgmusic poll

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vinebipbun · 8 days ago

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@blix-neko DESERVES RECOGNITION!

A little thread I decided to make because of a problem my friend (AND VERY TALENTED ANIMATOR BTW) is dealing with and that is her work being mistaken by someone else (like that meme about people asking PokeTom of continuation of the comics he does not make, only dubs). I understand people can be a little "silly" when it comes to reading the credits after the main video or the description below, but PLEASE! It feels hurt when you're trying so hard doing something and then people think "the work is too good to be yours" or any other thought that makes them think of anyone but author of the animation. So the message is simple - *inhale* ANIMATION ON NEKO'S CHANNEL MADE BY NONE OTHER THAN NEKO HERSELF!(and people that helped her during it also COUNT!) Be sure to give this channel deserved attention and recognition because at the end of the day - THEY'RE DOING IT FOR FREE JUST FOR YOU! If you are following them already and do not have such problems - thank you -3- As for others - your understanding and attention can be enough to make us feel better not only about our work, but also about ourselves :c Thank you for reading and, if you be so kind, share this post

BLIX NEKO - YouTube

#comic animations #recognition #attention #jsab community #jsab #just shapes and beats #fnf community #fnf #sorry if I sound angry here #trying to help a talented friend

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sundewhasaudhd · 1 year ago

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Hi Tumblr :D 👋

My name is Sundew, I’m a MINOR (high school age) I’m ace, pan, trigender, xenogender, ambiamorous, and use all pronouns

I’m an artist, actor, script writer, theatre kid, and AuDHD, EDS, and BPD haver

Special Interests: DSMP, musical theatre, casinos, Tumblr history, theology, and some others that I can’t think of off the top of my head

Hyperfixations (current and main, current and secondary, past and main, past and secondary): DSMP, Hatchetverse, Trolls, Frankenstein or the Modern Prometheus, DDLC, The Skinjacker Trilogy, Descendants, Vocaloid, Nyan Neko Sugar Girls, Death Note (I haven’t watched/read it yet though), and Evillious Chronicles (I’m currently in the process of watching the MVs and reading the wiki [and I might try to find copies of the manga and novels online])

Minor fandoms: Other musicals, Amphibia, TOH, ROTTMNT, Ramshackle (kind of), QSMP (kind of), Gravity Falls, Steven Universe, Chikn Nugget (that counts as a fandom right?), Bluey, SheRa, Ducktales, Adventure Time, Tangled the Series, DHMIS, Moral Orel, MLP, IDWTBAMG, TADC, Win or Lose, and probably more tbh

I'm currently working on 5 different DSMP AU's/ animated fanfics, and one day I would like to make 'DSMP the Animated Series' and my high fantasy OC's cartoon, both of which would be indie animated and available on YouTube (but we'll cross those bridges when we get there)

This blog does not support cc!Wilbur or his actions, cc!Wilbur supporters DNI

Speaking of DNI, here’s my DNI list: queerphobes in ANY way (and that includes hating on xenogender people and people who use neopronouns), racists, sexist/misogynists, zionists, antisemitic/neo-nazis, islamophobes, anti therian and anti furry people, cc!Wilbur Soot/William Gold supporters, cc!Dream Team supporters, Robert Manion supporters

I post very sporadically because of school (and by post I mean post creative works, like fanart and scripts), but I post weekly doodle dumps from stuff I’ve drawn during school/on homework

Like I said earlier, I don’t not support cc!Wilbur in any way shape or form. That being said I really really super like c!Wilbur (o!Wilbur and q!Wilbur are neat too) and most of my AU’s have him as a big role

Feel free to ask me about my headcanons for any hyperfixations listed above, just know I might not always answer immediately because of school and shit like that

Here’s my tagging system:

Sundew Sanswers: ask tag

Sundew Yaps: tag for original posts

Sundew’s Scribbles: art tag (I HIGHLY recommend checking out this one)

Sundew’s Scripts: writing art (currently unused)

Also, I have a few side blogs:

@csundewsaysfuckitwebawl my DSMP OC role play blog

@yousummonusonceyousummonustwice my Lords in Black and Queen in White ask blog

@just-a-lil-theatre-guy my Hatchetverse OC role play blog

@bursssss-hesmyson my c!Wilbur AUs ask blog

Double also, say hello to my Tumblr siblings:

@rxccoonboo2 @cotableats (which is an account he and our friend Cota share) @a-sociopath-do-your-research @rae-unbeloved @loneycorner

@alchemicalwerewolf @silverwaredrawersys @beattlecub (no longer on Tumblr 😔😔😔)

Not a sibling (that I know of), but she’s one of, if not my closest online friend: @wigglyobsessedweirdo

Triple also, finally updated my pronouns

Anyway, I hope you all have a nice day and enjoy my Tumblr :D

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keouil · 9 months ago

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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.

#kagehina #kuroken #daisuga #kurotsukki #kurodai #karaneko #nekokara #karasuno #nekoma #hinata shouyou #kageyama tobio #kuroo tetsurou #kozume kenma #sawamura daichi #sugawara koushi #tsukishima kei #haikyuu #fic

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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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Love Planted a Rose 🌹

~ Dark ~

• Artwork by The Drawables •

Full Art Cover and Story Description, Here.

OCXCanon. 🔪 Azusa & Christine’s Story. 🌹

Fan Fiction Written by Me.

Fandom: Diabolik Lovers.

Masterpost.

AO3 Version.

Christine went to Sakamaki Mansion on Friday. Ruki joined her and this time he didn't leave her side. He told her since they were going away this weekend for their trip he did not want to risk her getting harmed and bitten. He made it clear he truly doesn't care about her well-being but since Karlheinz put her under his care, he did not have any other choice, he also mentioned it would be troublesome to calm Azusa down. Either way, Christine felt grateful and relieved that he didn't left her alone the entire time she was there, and because of that, none of the Sakamaki brothers took advantage of her. However, she did notice Reiji looking at her a lot. His gaze was hunting. She finds Reiji more scarier than Azusa, though she admits to herself, that she's warming up to Azusa and isn’t afraid of him anymore. Today was the night of the Hot Springs. She's looking forward to spending time with him this weekend. Her heart aches at the memory of him cutting himself. She’s never seen a person cut themselves in front of her before. The sight truly scared her but she stayed calm for him. She decided she wanted to be his emotional support for the rest of the summer and to show him that there are other ways to cope with depression and that life can still be beautiful even though we go through hard times on this earth, She wanted to show him things that maybe he hasn't experienced before, like hangouts, reading together, going shopping, cafes, going on walks to the park, she also wants to show him how to bake, in general doing fun things to distract our minds from the sadness in our hearts. Christine is not the happiest person either but thanks to the support of her family back home and doing these things for herself has helped her move on. She hopes it can help Azusa as well.

The five of them were in the limousine on their way to the Villa Ruki reserved for them. From the pictures that Christine saw online, the place looked really nice with two wonderful different hot springs. There’s also a pretty river close by that she plans to swim in.

Ruki: “Kou, If you are not happy with the Villa I chose for us then you should have stayed in the manor!”

Kou: “I’m not saying I’m not happy, all I’m saying is, you should have booked a villa where there would be lots of females around so we could’ve had a blood buffet. But no, you just had to get one with just us.”

Ruki: “You idiot! The Villa is close to the village, I’m sure you can find plenty of livestock there. The reason I booked this Villa just for us is because I want privacy and quiet time, I don't like it when my surroundings are too noisy. Stop complaining and be grateful that I’m even spending our savings on this so we can have a little family vacation together!”

Kou: Geez, fine calmed down. No need to get upset. I thought it would have been boring if we didn’t have Neko-chans around. Like, don’t get me wrong, I would have settled for Kujaku-chan, but I know Azusa won’t let me touch her. Though I should try anyway.

He smirks.

Azusa: “You are not touching my Rose, Kou…”

Kou: “Your Rose? Fufufu~”

Azusa: “Yes… mine…”

Kou: “Didn't I tell you that kissing her doesn't count? You know it has to be more than that.”

Christine: !!!

(Does he mean sex? Is that how a human becomes officially a vampire’s prey? I can feel my cheeks flushed! I need to change this subject…)

“D-Do you guys go to the hot springs often?”

Yuma: “Not really. I don't even remember the last time we went to one.”

Azusa: “I don't remember either…”

Kou: “Are we there yet? Why is it taking so long to get there?”

Yuma: “Oi Kou, What are you? A baby? You are becomin’ annoyin’

Christine: (Gosh! I agree! Kou is so fucking annoying…)

Ruki: “Exactly, stop being childish or I'll tell the driver to leave you here in the middle of the road!”

Kou: “Geez fine I'll stop talking.”

He crosses his arms and stares at the window.

Azusa: “Rose-san, I am happy… to see that you are wearing… the rose clip I got for you…”

She smiles.

Christine: “I really love it… Thank you again for this sweet gift.”

He starts playing with her hair.

Azusa: “No need to thank me… you remind me… of a red rose… you always smell lovely…like the rose petals from the garden…”

She blushes.

Kou: “Fufu~ Intersthing. So you are the one that got her that rose that she’s been wearing every day on her hair. Since when our little brother has become charming? Fufufu~”

Yuma: “ I swear if he doesn’t shut up he is goin’ meet my fist.”

Kou: “Eeeh~? The way you instantly lose your temper, you sure are acting like a savage.”

Yuma: “Che, Fuck off.”

Ruki: “You two! That is enough we are here.”

- The limousines stop -

Kou: “Finally~”

*Timeskip*

- At the Inside of the Villa -

Yuma: “Oi, Ruki. This looks better than I thought.”

Kou: “I agree, it’s very high quality.”

Azusa: “You sure have good taste, Ruki...”

Christine: “It’s wonderful, even way better than the pictures I saw online.”

Ruki: “Glad you all find it to your liking. Here is your key to your rooms.”

He hands everyone their keys.

“You can all go settle in. We will meet later for dinner.”

*TimeSkip*

After they ate dinner together they all decided to hang out in the Game Room. Ruki was sitting in a chair reading a book, and Christine challenged Yuma to a Ping Pong Game.

Yuma: “You sure have some guts Blondie, to challenge a man like me. Just know, just because yer a chick doesn't mean I’ll go easy on ya.”

She smirks.

Christine: “I don’t expect you to be.”

She hits the ball, it bounce once and Yuma misses the ball.

Azusa: “Nice job, Rose...”

Yuma: “Shit! Don’t get too excited, Blondie. I’m just warmin�� up. I’ll throw the ball this time.”

He hits the ball with his racket, and Christine hits it perfectly back at him. Yuma misses the ball again.

Kou: “Oh wow! Yuma, you suck at this game. Fufufu~”

Yuma: “Aah!? Shuddap! That's it. Blondie, your ass is mine!”

He hit the ball hard and to his surprise she hit it perfectly again and he missed the ball again and again. They keep playing back and forth until he loses not even making one point.

Yuma: “Fuck!!! Dammit, Blondie! Are you a professional player or somethin’?”

She giggles.

Christine: “No, but my brother and I have been playing this game since we were little kids so over time I guess I kinda got good at it.”

Kou: “My turn!”

He snatched Yuma’s racket.

“Don’t cry when I win this game, Kujaku-chan.”

She rolled her eyes.

Christine: “Are you ready?”

He nods.

- They start playing -

Surprisingly, Kou did way better than Yuma did and even made a few points but in the end, Christine won the game.

Yuma: “You lose, Kou. Blondie wins again.”

Kou: “Well~ at least I did better than you did. Maybe Ruki-kun can beat her.”

Yuma: “Oi, Ruki. Will you come play and beat Blondie’s a—”

Ruki: “Not Interested.”

He continued reading his book.

Kou: “Oi, Ruki-kun is no fun.”

Yuma: “Well, I guess we have to rely on, Azusa.”

Kou: “Do you really think that’s a good idea?”

Yuma: “He’s the only one we got. Oi, Azusa. Your turn and give it your all.”

Azusa grabs the racket and he positions himself, facing Christine and he gives her a cute smile.

- She hit the ball and it hits him on the chest -

Christine: “Azusa! You are supposed to hit the ball. Why you staid still?”

Azusa: “I wanted the ball to hit me… it felt good… Rose, can you hit me with the ball again…? This time a little harder… Hehehe…”

Kou: “I guess the game is over.”

Yuma: “Tch, I agree.”

Christine: “I win!”

She said cheerfully.

Yuma: “Oi! Stop thinkin’ too high of yourself. You just got lucky this time.”

Kou: “Exactly, Kujaku-chan. Because I'll be the winner next time. Fufufu~

*TimeSkip*

Christine was now in her room. She was happy that the first night at the villa was so much fun. After the Ping Pong game, they continued to play other games. They also talked and laughed a lot. For the first time since she’s been here in Japan, Christine saw the vampire brothers act more normal than usual. Well at least for now that they were on vacation. Dawn was about to come which meant, it was time to go to bed. Christine had her white nightgown on and started walking towards the bed. She stopped in her tracks as she heard a knock on her door.

*Knock, Knock*

- She opens the Door -

Christine: “Azu? What are you doing here? You should get ready for bed.”

Azusa: “Please, Rose... Let me come in… just for a little bit…”

Christine: “Fine, but only for a little while. I’m feeling sleepy.”

She yawned.

“So… what’s up?”

Azusa: “Fufu… you are so cute, Rose… I just wanted to have a little time alone with you…”

“… We didn’t have any alone time tonight… and seeing the way you were smiling… and laughing with my brothers… made me jealous…”

Christine: “Huh? Talking and laughing doesn’t mean anything. Plus, I also live with them so it’s normal that I socialize with them.”

Azusa: “I‘m just scared… if you get too close to them… that you will prefer one of them… over me…”

Christine: (I can see that he’s starting to get anxious, I need to calm him…)

“Azu, don’t feel that way. We are having a great time so far and we all were spending time together. You were there with me. It wasn't like I was alone with them.”

(He still looks anxious…)

“I'll tell you what. How about after our hot spring bath the two of us can go together to the river? I bought a new bottle of wine that we can enjoy it together, while we drink, I can read you one of my favorite poems.”

Azusa: “You really want to spend time with me…?”

Christine: “Yes, I do. We are also gonna go swimming in the river so make sure you bring your swimsuit.”

He smiles.

Azusa: “It makes me happy… that I will have my Rose-san all to myself…”

- He pulls out a knife -

“Now… let’s inflict pain on each other… before we go to bed…”

He walks closer to her.

Christine: “Azusa, stop! We are not doing this.”

She takes a few steps back.

Azusa: “Eh…? Why…? You love feeling pain, right…? I love it too… That being said...The two of us are...two peas in a pod...In short, it means we’re the same...right…?”

Christine: “I have told you many times that I don't like pain.”

Azusa: “Please, Rose… I beg you…”

Christine: “No! Get out, I'm not doing th—”

He suddenly pulls her by the wrist.

Azusa: “Only one cut, Rose… I promise…”

He cuts her forearm.

Christine: “Ow…!!”

(The sting of the cut hurts so much!…)

Azusa stared with fascination at the wound that was dripping blood. He pulls her arm closer to his mouth and he slowly licks it.

Azusa: “Mmm… I couldn't let your delicious blood go to waste… Fufu… Now your turn… Here, cut me…”

Christine: “No, I will not do this, now please leave!”

Azusa: “I made you feel so good… that now you have tears in your eyes…”

He cups her cheek and licks her tears slowly, enjoying every drop.

- Christine froze -

Azusa: “Mmm… so good…”

He rested his forehead on hers and whispered.

“Now it’s your turn… to make me feel good…”

She exhales in short breaths.

Christine: “Azu… Please… I don't want to do this…”

Azusa: … ...

“Do you hate me…?”

Christine: “Of course not! And I have tried showing you the opposite many times. I just don't want to hurt you.”

(How did things end up like this? We were having such a great time earlier…)

He forces her to hold the knife.

Azusa: “I'll guide your hand… so you won't feel guilty…”

*Stabs*

Christine: (His cut is even longer than mine!…)

Azusa: “Haah… it’s lovely… this new wound inflicted by you on me…”

“Thank you, my Rose… I will take my leave now… sleep well…”

Christine: (I doubt I'll sleep well after this but to be honest I'm not surprised. Azu still thinks that pain is the only way to feel wanted and needed. I just need to keep trying harder to show him the opposite…)

The Next Day

- At the relaxation facility -

The brothers were taking a bath together in the outdoor spa.

Kou: “Haah… this water feels so good. I can feel the tension in my body drifting away. The steam is nice as well.”

Kou starts swimming.

Yuma: “Oi! This is not a swimmin’ pool.”

Ruki: “Kou, Behave!”

Kou: “Geez! You guys are no fun.”

Yuma: “Stop actin’ like a kid!”

Ruki: “Well, enjoy it while it lasts because we won't be taking another vacation for a long time.”

Kou: “Huh? Why?”

Ruki: “Because we need to save money, we cannot be wasting all our savings on lavish vacations.”

Yuma: “Well I'll be enjoyin’ Oi! Azusa, why are you so quiet?”

Kou: “Yeah, cat cut your tongue?”

Azusa: … Sorry, I was just thinking about, Rose… she must feel lonely in her bath…”

Yuma: “Che, you are becomin’ obsessed with that chick.”

Kou: “Becoming? I think he already is. Fufu~”

Ruki: “I agree with Kou. This obsession of yours is not good, Azusa. We still don't know what that man wants with Livestock. But one thing I know for sure is… She is not another bride and there won't be another Adam. Meaning she wasn't sent to us for her to choose a mate!”

Azusa: “You are wrong…! She told me… we are meant to be together…”

Kou: “Not to be rude, Azusa but I find that hard to believe.”

Yuma: “I agree. Blondie doesn't give me those vibes that she will bluntly say that.”

Azusa: “Well… it was the Princess… who told me that…”

Ruki: “Good grief, Azusa. What on earth are you talking about? What Princess?”

Yuma: “When the hell did you meet a princess?”

Kou: “Spill it~”

Azusa: “Okay… Before Christine came into the manor, I'd had dreams about her… but in these dreams… she was a Princess of a forest…especially the waters…”

Ruki: … ...

“I feel there is more to her since the first day she arrived. Her blood scent is similar to Eve’s but I sense a different Aura with her but I can't tell for sure what can she be or what does that man wants with her. She must be special if he is threatening to kill anyone who kills her.”

“Azusa, tell me everything about these dreams, I need to know every detail, everything that she said to you. Who knows? If they can lead us to a clue to his plan.”

Azusa nods.

Azusa told his brothers everything, every dream he had with the princess. He didn't leave anything out since he remembers every detail of it, he always had it vivid in his mind because he never wanted to forget her. He told them all the things that were said and done between the two. He even described the forest and that it was always the same one all the time, that she would always have on a white dress with a blue ribbon around her waist and a flower crown on her head. He also told them that in the last dream he had about her, she said all five of them were part of his plan, and after that, her tears turned into blood.

All three brothers felt goosebumps.

Kou: “All five of us!? What the hell do we have to do with her?”

Yuma: “I thought Blondie, was the only one part of his plan. What the fuck is that man plannin’?”

Ruki: “I have no idea. These are only dreams. But If what she said comes true, this changes everything…“

Kou: “ I-I think she's a… mermaid or a siren.”

Yuma: “Shit! You think those creatures exist?”

Ruki: “If vampires and werewolves exist who knows? If these creatures do too.”

!!!!!

Azusa: “Ruki… what’s wrong?”

Kou: “Yeah Ruki-kun, are you okay? You suddenly got pale.”

Ruki: “I remembered, I had my familiar follow her. She was at the manor swimming pool and my familiar saw another blonde woman with a white dress near Christine in the water, at first I thought that Livestock was a witch and doing black magic, but when I comforted her about it. She told me how scared she was when she saw a woman in front of her who looked exactly like her.”

Flashback

Ruki: "I see. Thinking about it a Witch wouldn't have a similar blood scent to Eve. Did the figure say anything to you?"

Christine: "Yes... She said, "Soon, you will be me."

"I-I don't understand the meaning of this. She did look exactly like me but when she gave me a sinister look it seemed inhuman."

Flashback Ends

Azusa: “I got her out of the pool… I thought she was drowning… but she told me she wasn’t… and she asked me if I saw… someone inside the pool… I truly didn’t see anyone…”

Yuma: “Creepy! But what the fuck would a vampire king want with a mermaid?”

Kou: “Exactly~ those creepy things are from the ocean. I still can’t understand what that has to do with us.”

Azusa: “My Rose is not creepy…! I will not allow… the two of you… to disrespect her…!”

Kou: “Eeeh~?

Yuma: “What the fuck, Azusa?”

Ruki: “Everyone calm down! We are not sure if she really is that. Though, I do believe we got some clues thanks to Azusa. I will keep doing my research, In the mean time we need to keep an eye on her. Azusa, if you get more dreams or notice something from Livestock, let me know immediately.”

*TimeSkip*

Christine was sitting on the outdoor hot spring. The water was crystal clear and hot, and steam filled her vision. The nature surroundings was a nice view while she bath but for some reason, she didn't feel relaxed. She knows she shouldn’t feel this way, especially since this is her first hot spring and she had it all to herself, it was quiet for once. But she feels like something is off, like if someone is watching her. The only one who could maybe be watching her could be Azusa, but she highly doubt that. Azusa may have done many things to her but he is not a pervert. I don't think he will be watching me by far just to see my naked body. But why does she still have this strong feeling that someone is watching her? Her thoughts were becoming a mess so she decide to lean her head back on the water and close her eyes to try to relax.

Suddenly she hears a splash of water as if someone is getting in the bath. Her heart started to race and she sat up looking at her surroundings but she didn't see anyone.

Christine: “Is someone there? Azusa is that you? This is not funny if it is!”

(No answer, maybe is nothing, maybe… I'm just being paranoid. More steam filled my vision and the silence felt creepy. I don’t know why but I’m having a bad feeling. I should get out now…)

She stands up and starts walking to get out of the water. She suddenly froze! The hair from her arms stands up, and her stomach dropped and her heart felt like it was gonna ripped out from her chest. She couldn't speak. The sight that was in front of her made her tremble.

A large grayish hand with long nails, and blood stains surrounding its fingertips stood out of the water, facing her. She didn't see a body underneath it. It was just the large hand above the water. She finally forced herself to move her body and started to run to the other corner of the hot spring to get out of the water. But whatever demonic force was there, grabbed her and pulled her into the water. Christine screamed but her screams turned into bubbles and no one could hear her underwater. A hand grips her neck and starts choking her. Christine couldn't breathe and she was starting to get desperate to save her own life. She grabs the hand that was holding her neck tightly and digs in her fingernails with all her strength. Blood gushed out mixing with water. Christine kept digging her nails tighter and tighter until the hand released her but then it scratched her belly, and more blood filled her sight until the hand disappeared. Immediately, once she noticed that it was gone she got out of the water, gasping. She felt pain all over her body and was starting to feel dizzy. But she ignored it and kept going, she needed to get out of there. She managed to get out of the water and grab a towel to cover her body. She wrapped it around herself and started to run towards the villa. She didn't care about leaving her bag with her clothes behind, once she got inside the villa, she managed to get to her room, closing the door behind her. She then walked towards the bed shivering, tears formed in her eyes and her vision started to get blurry, feeling dizzier and dizzier until… Her body passed out on top of the bed.

— TO BE CONTINUED —

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ilikekidsshows · 9 months ago

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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.

#ml critical #ml salt #ml writing salt

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