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cherry-romper · 5 months ago

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Just imagining a cat-kaiju fem reader in the Defense Force, like a catgirl, I wonder what would the interaction with the others would look like? Some might be romantic and some might be platonic, and the reader and Bakko is like super close since they’re literally cats lol

Yeah, I went so overboard with this. Been desperate for someone to request something like this! Thank you!

Warnings; blood, death and cats :3

Contains; F!reader, fluff

Word count; 3637 (im so sorry)

At first you weren’t taken seriously. Yeah, you were a Kaiju, but you had the semi-appearance of a cat, permanently; tail and ears included. You went from a respected defence force officer to a cat-girl, it was like some sort of joke.

Captain Hoshina found it hilarious. He nearly passed out from laughing. “Hey, L/N, do you think you meow too?” he had asked you through hysterical sobs. His reaction was echoed by a lot of people in the force. Not only that, but many whispers also started, rumours and speculation rose from the force and eventually word got out the public that they had a cat-girl on the force.

You became a celebrity for all the wrong reasons. The force had tried to contain the hysteria of the public – they were not aware you were a kaiju. If they were to find that you were, both you and Kafka would be forced to retire and be weaponised.

This caused you to sink into a depression. You had been training so hard, your suit output power had reached 27% and now you were viewed as a joke. Cat-girls were seen as cute and small. They meant to look sweet and pretty. In many ways, they’re weak.

Kafka thought it was awesome that there was someone like him in the field. He adored that he could finally confide in someone about what he was feeling, and they would actually understand him. Secretly, he thought your partially transformed appearance was cute. He couldn’t help but admire the way your tail swayed when you were annoyed, or the movements of your ears when you overheard something. The same goes for Kikoru. She knew how strong you were even before becoming a Kaiju, she had nothing but respect for you. Even so, she teased you, amused at you new mannerisms.

Still, the same precautions were taken with you as were with Kaiju no.8. You were taken to a facility and assessed by none other than Gen Narumi. He wasn’t pleased you’d interrupted his gaming; he’d already made his mid up you weren’t worth his time. Once again, you’d fallen victim to the cat-girl prejudice.

“Let’s get this over with,” was the first and only thing he’d said to you before he began his assault. He couldn’t land a single hit. Your reflexes matched his own, even with his kaiju foresight. His original estimations of your power were now overshadowed. “Uh huh,” he had said, looking you up and down in disbelief. Your fortitude? 9.1.

You stood defensively, your arms in the shape of an ‘x’ in front of your face, clawlike nails ready to parry Narumi’s weapon. You were only able to transform your eyes, ears, forearms and calves; you were on the defensive. You panted slightly, his attacks had been fast and heavy. Your human body wouldn’t have been able to keep up with him, but your Kaiju form took it with ease. Granted, Narumi wasn’t going all out, if he had he probably would have destroyed the testing room, you included.

A newfound respect formed in that moment. You were deemed Kaiju no. 16. Though it would only last if you showed him results. Gen allowed a trial run for you on the field. Given that Kafka was already in the First Division, Gen had you transferred back to the Third Division, under Mina Ashiro’s command.

Mina was secretly thrilled to have you in her division. You weren’t aware of it at the time, but many of her officers looked up to you, since you held your own against Narumi, so she was pleased you would be there to inspire. Hoshina also had some more respect for you, he was amused that you had humiliated Narumi.

Iharu, along the others, thought you were awesome. You were sung with praises when you arrived, they even through you a party. Swarmed by your friends, you were overwhelmed with emotion. Perhaps the first few days of isolation had caused you to form a narrative in your head that people didn’t like you. You yourself, had prejudices against cat-girls. But here, now, surrounded by such love and admiration, you saw that there was no room for such biases in the defence force.

During the party, many questions were thrown your way:

“What are your abilities?”

“Do always you land on your feet like a cat?”

“Can you see in the dark?”

“Do you eat mice?” – Hoshina

“What can you use your tail for?”

“Do you have paws?”

“Do you have fur?”

“Can you jump really high?”

The simple answer to all those questions was: “I don’t know”.

You hadn’t really had time to test out your abilities, nor had you ever fully transformed. Fear caused this, denial of it being real and resentment for yourself. Yeah, being a cat-girl is cool on paper, but you were a Kaiju. It wasn’t sunshine and rainbows as many people had been thinking.

***

Before being deployed in the field, you were to be trained but Hoshina himself. He needed to know your abilities in detail, so he could personally dispose of you if necessary.

Much to your surprise, Reno and Ihrau, offered to help with your training too. They wanted to help since you were their friend, but also wanted to see how well you could all worked together. Since they had experience fighting alongside Kaiju no. 8, it was approved that they would help with your training.

You first day was one-on-one with Hoshina. Today’s training was all about fully transforming. You had outputted a fortitude of 9.1. partially transformed. Now was your time to show off what you could do without being afraid.

Hoshina had told you “I’m not going to hold back. If I hurt you, that on you. Do everything you can to stop me. I want to see what you have to offer. Show me who you are, L/N.”

Once again, you could only partially transform. Hoshina slashed and slashed at you, but you parried him every time, your claws as sharp as his blades. Your internal monologue was doing overtime. Please was the only word you repeated, over and over again. Desperately reaching into the depths of your core to find the strength to fully transform. All the while, Hoshina’s blades rained hell on you relentlessly. He was in the zone, completely set on forcing you to transform, giving you no other option but to harden the skin on your chest as he triple-attacked.

Your chest now covered in white fur. You’re joking, you thought. Staring down at your chest you ran your hand over the fur. So soft. But how does fur stop Hoshina’s blades? Fingering deeper into the fur, you felt the skin beneath. Rock solid.

“So, you do have fur,” Hoshina mused. He took note of the sour look on your face, he figured out quickly there was a part of yourself that resented being a kaiju. “Stop.” His voice pulled you out of the trance you had been in. Confused you tilled your head to the side, cocking a brow at him. “You’re thinking too much about it. Stop. If you start thinking like that on the field, you’re dead.”

He was right, you had to pull it together and swallow your pride. At the end of the day, you were more powerful in this form, whether you liked it or not.

Now more focused than before, you got low, mirroring the captain, and mimicking a cat on the hunt. Good, he thought, she’s locked in.

You circled each other, prowling low to the ground. Your field of vision grew, making it easier to take in your surroundings. Your catlike ears amplified Hoshina’s breathing, you could hear his heart pounding in his chest. Your nose changed also; your nostrils took in Hoshina’s scent. It was almost like you could smell excitement coming off him. A low growl came from your chest, you felt your mouth twist and morph, a shining set of canines sit snug in your mouth.

Baring your new fangs at the captain, you snarl, daring him to come closer. The captain took your warning as an invitation. Faster than before, he dashes over to you, his swords shaving off bits of your fur. In response, you harden more of your skin, the fur now covering your thighs and neck. Your claws parry him ceaselessly, desperately trying to keep him at bay. Your enhances senses helped you predict his movements. He was fast, but you were faster. Using the strength of you legs you run across the wall, getting behind him. Raising your leg high in the air, you bring it down on Hoshina, but he is nowhere to be found.

You were certain you’d manage to switch the narrative. “Going from defensive to offensive so quickly?” Hoshina stands next to you, his blade to your throat, a glimmer of pleasure in his eyes. He sizes you up, a smirk growing on his face. “For a cat, you look pretty good,” he chuckles. Taken aback, you look down at your arms, they’re covered in fur. You gasp at the sight, clawing at your face to feel the same soft texture. Heat rises in your cheeks, your ears standing on end and tail wagging rapidly.

“I’ve never seen a cat blush before,” Hoshina teases, you promptly tell him to shut up, not before he begins laughing again.

You did it. You fully transformed. Fortitude? 9.8.

Still standing on two legs, your feet looked like paws. They were big but well rounded, the pads on the bottom were cushioned making it easy to travers rough terrain. Your calves and thighs were well defined, this added to your strength and agility; you felt like you could jump higher than the clouds. Your tail was dense and strong, it could easily hold up your weight if needed. You still had hair on your head, the same long hair you had before only now, it was a smokey grey. Your eyes were a beautiful ice blue and your fur a snow white, patches of dark grey spotted your coat. Looking up at Hoshina cautiously, you started “I’m…Am I…”

“A snow leopard” he finished. How amusing, he thought to himself.

Before the two of you could continue, Bakko burst through the door. The tiger kaiju mewled and pounced around, clearly happy to see another feline Kaiju. Bounding up to you, he rubbed his head against your side, licking at your hands. Blushing more, your tail came to cover your face, unsure of how to handle the tiger. Mina followed into the room soon after, worried at what he pet might do. Pleasantly surprised at the sight that greeted her, a soft smile grew. “Congratulations, Y/N.”

Pride swelled inside you. After everything, you could still fight along side the captain. Excited for what the future holds, you let out a sweet chuff before reverting back to your ‘normal’ form, your ears and tail still visible.

***

The following day you were set to train with Reno and Iharu. Captain Hoshina kept watch from atop the wall, while the three of you were to clear the training course.

“Alright! I hope you’re as pumped as I am, Y/N!” Iharu, lightly punched your shoulder, a cocky look on his face. “You too, Reno. Just know, I’m coming for you too,” Iharu chuckled.

You gave reno a confused look, one of your ears falling down. Reno only sighs, shrugging his shoulders.

“Okay gang, all you have to do today is clear the remaining Kaiju.” Hoshana’s voice rang in your ears, “Those being 5 yoju and 1 Honju, pretty easy stuff. You’re being assessed on your ability to work together and your efficiency at transforming. Ichikawa and Furuhashi, you are to assist L/N, you are not to take down the Kaiju unless absolutely necessary. This is a training exercise for L/N, don’t go getting too greedy now.”

Iharu let out a disappointed groan, “I was so ready to kill those kaiju!”

You understood, you’d never faced a kaiju in action, and as of now you’ve only transformed once, in the face of danger you might not be able to transform again. Reno and Iharu were here as a precaution, to bail you out if necessary.

“Oh, and also, this is a timed exam. Good luck!” With that a small cannon went of to commence the start of the training exercise.

“Exam?!” all three of you stared up at Hoshina’s shit-eating grin atop the wall. God damn him, you thought setting off in the direction of the scent. You’d picked up on all six of the Kaiju the second they’d opened the doors. They were scattered throughout the facility, with the Honju over in the far-right corner.

Following close behind you, Reno and Iharu kept a close eye on you, being sure to take in any signs of struggle the transform. But for you, transforming now felt as easy as jumping into a pool. Leaping into the air, the fur spread from you head down to your paws, landing on top of a Yoju, squishing it and its core. Taking a moment to sniff the air for the scent of the other Yoju, you looked back at the boys, using your head to point in the direction of the next Yoju.

Reno looked on in awe at you, crouching on the corpse of the Yoju. Your fur soaked in its blood, you looked majestic. A small tug was felt in his heart, what a strange sight to give him butterflies.

Iharu felt the same. You were so badass. It was plain to see that you could easily stand beside Captain Ashiro. Your fur whipped around in the wind, your tail moved to shield your eyes, he watched on, secretly wishing to touch your fur.

You cleared the other Yoju with ease and swiftly destroyed the Honju in one blow, Reno and Iharu didn’t have to fire a single shot. The training exercise was over and you’d managed cleared it in only 3 minutes and 36 seconds.

“Yeah, Alright!” Iharu wailed. Jumping down from the Honju’s carcass, you reverted to your normal form. He held his hands up to high five you, felling a stir in his stomach from your appearance. You gave him a big smile, your ears falling back in excitement, tail once again wagging around. He blushed ever so slightly, coughing to cover it up.

You turned to Reno, as you did, your tail brushed under Iharu’s chin. The fur of your tail was too dense for you to have noticed. His face lit up like a tomato, he had to turn away from you to hide his expression. So freaking soft, he thought.

“Thank you, thank you both for having my back out there. Now I know I can control my transformation, I hope I can be a bigger help on the field!” You gave Reno a candied smile, your head falling to the side. He kept his composure, but underneath he feels the same as Iharu. You were so cute, but you were badass, and you were determined to improve, something Reno could respect deeply.

This mutual crush sparked a new rivalry between the two. This time, it wasn’t not one sided.

***

The day of a mission comes. The regular pre-mission checks are complete. Hoshina assigns you and Reno to his platoon. You are tasked with taking down a Daikaiju with a fortitude of 8.2, a walk in the park for Hoshina, but this was another one of his tests, and it’s a big one.

Slightly peeved the captain assigned you with such a large Kaiju on your first mission, you whisper curses towards Hoshina under your breath as you ran across the roofs to the Diakaiju’s location.

“I’m sorry? What was that, L/N? I couldn’t quite here you,” Hoshina teased. You’d left the channel open deliberately so he could hear your disapproval.

Before you had the chance to tell him to shut up, the Diakaiju came into view. With one leap you closed the distance, ready to slash its body. You could sense its core was right in the centre of its mass along with…something else. All you had to do was tear away its thick, grotesque skin.

The original plan was to have Captain Ashiro take it down, but she had been held up by another Diakaiju. A simultaneous attack hadn’t been heard of until recently.

The damaged caused by the Diakaiju in front of you was too much to leave until Mina arrived. That’s why Hoshina had assigned you to dispose of it. Dickhead.

Using your claws you dug deeper into the side of its body, making your way to its core. Soon, Yoju swarmed around you, an attempt to keep the Daikaiju safe. Reno provided cover, shouting at you to keep on going.

Deeper into the side of its thick skin you dug, to find its shining core staring at you. Theres gotta be a more effective way for me to do this, you thought. Creating as much space as possible so you had a clear chance to slash its core, you tore away more of its vile flesh. The putrid smell stung your nose. Finally with enough space to slash its core, you raised your clawed hand ready to destroy the beast once and for all, only to be met with a twisted face.

“I’m not ready to die yet,” its croaky voice creaked. “You are though,” before you had time to react, you were ejected from the Kaiju. You were sent spinning through the air at such a high speed, you passed out from the g-force. Your Kaiju form deactivated when you passed out, so when you slammed into and through a building, your suit was the only protection from the blast. It wasn’t enough. Your core had been destroyed.

Your friends mourned you that day. Hoshina felt so guilty, he could have just taken that Kaiju on himself, then maybe he would have died in your stead. You had so much potential, and to be honest, he liked you more than he should have.

Reno and Iharu were in bits, you were their friend. You’d become a trio in the time of your training, they would treasure those memories forever.

Even the public mourned you. You’d died a hero.

The Diakaiju had managed to escape after revealing itself to be an unidentified Kaiju.

***

Your wake was eerily silent. No one talked, no one dared too. For the first time, Captain Ashrio looked genuinely sad. She never showed that side to the public before. She comforted Bakko, who in turn, comforted her. Hoshina couldn’t talk, he was a shell of himself; forced to carry this burden for the rest of this life. Iharu and Reno stifled sobs, staring painfully at their food, unable to eat. Word got out to the First Division, Kafka and Kikoru cried, unable to attend the wake due to another attack. Even Gen felt the less, pausing his game to take a moment to remember you when a cat came on screen.

But, you see, there’s an old myth that says cats have nine lives.

Sliding open the door to the wake, you stood, a white sheet wrapped around you, skin as pale as a ghost.

Reno and Iharu grabbed each other and shrieked. This was echoed by many others, screams and wails bounced around the room. You winced at the noise; your ears still sensitive from waking up. You yawned slightly, walking over to where the two boys were sat, stealing a piece of meat from Reno’s plate. You hummed at the flavour, taking a swig of Iharu’s drink.

You blinked up at him, confused at to why Reno was cradling him. “What?” you voice slightly croaky, “Why are you looking at me like that? And why are you all wearing black?”

You had no idea you’d been dead for a week. Hoshina broke to silence, letting out the loudest and most genuine belly laugh ever, tears formed at the corner of his eyes. Soon the room erupted into happy tears. Mina filled you in that you had seemingly passed away.

Shocked, you apologies for scaring everyone. Hugging Reno and Iharu, reassuring them that you were real. You were brought some clothes and after you had changed you joined in your own wake.

“Don’t let me stop you, you teased. Please, share your stories of how great I am,” you joked, staring up at all the smiling faces of your friends. Who would have thought you’d have to die to feel so loved?

Bonus information:

Hoshina hugged you after the wake. He’d definitely had too much to drink. It took a lot for him not to drunkenly confess to you.

You curl up when you sleep and use your tail as a pillow.

Often you find yourself laying your head people lap’s. Your core body temperature is lower than normal, so you seek heat often.

Instead of snoring in your sleep you purr.

Iharu and Reno figured out Hoshina also has a crush on you and so added him, unknowingly, into the rivalry.

Hoshina leaves you cat toys because he thinks it’s funny.

Bakko and you often cuddle together. Snow leopards are closely related to tigers, so you get along really well.

Mina trusts you wholeheartedly but needs you to train more before she feels confident sending you out into the field again. She doesn’t want you burning through your nine lives too fast.

Iharu and Hoshina, when stood beside or behind you, stroke your tail. You often don’t notice.

Hoshina also puts your tail up to his face, like a mustache, to make people laugh.

Reno does extensive research on snow leopards to try and accommodate you better.

#kn8 #kn8 x reader #kaiju no 8 x reader #kaiju no. 8 #catgirl reader #hoshina soushirou x reader #iharu furuhashi x reader #reno ichikawa x reader #mina ashrio #gen narumi #bakko #kafka hibino #kikoru shinomiya #hoshina soushirou #iharu furuhashi #reno ichikawa

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foone · 2 months ago

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Speaking of the zeldas: of the Zelda game, I'm a bit unsure of the cat(as in girl)suit power up.

Because on the one hand:

Nintendo? You put an equipment item in your First Zelda-Lead Adventure that puts her into a catgirl costume?

It just feels a bit like... Nintendo, have you at least heard of gender stereotypes in storytelling?

Because I'm not saying you're wrong, necessarily! Maybe it's an innocuous choice amongst many other costumes, or there's some cultural differences, or whatever. It just seems to be the kind of thing that you'd at least consider, before you put this in your game.

Especially because this is your First Zelda Adventure #feminism.

But on the other hand, see:

The game's art style is so cartoony that it comes across as more "adorable!" than "sexy!", I think*.

But it's Really Adorable. Cute as hell, it looks almost like claymation**, I love it.

On another finger of that second hand:

I demand equality. Hashtag Put Link In The Cat Suit Too 2024.

On a second additional finger of that second hand:

Actually Nintendo you know what? Fuck you. I am a Reverse Engineer and Game Hacker when not a somewhat stoned letsplay watcher, I'll do it my self. You build this game on the same engine as Zelda: Links Awakening (2019)? I'll extract the models out of Zelda: Echoes of Wisdom and inject them back into Zelda: Links Awakening (2019)!

Bam. Link in the catsuit! The world is better place.

On another finger of that first hand, that is, the post has gone non-linear oh god:

Does it make it worst that it's explicitly a costume? As in, this is clothes that Zelda is magically quick-changing into. Zelda, the Hylian woman, has changed out of her Ninja Cloak into "Sexy Catgirl Costume Like What You Buy From Halloween Store".

She's not, for example, just turning into a different species. Which is something that's been one of the primary gimmicks of least... Two? Three? previous Legend of Zelda games!

Although reconsidering in light of footnote one, it's it's possible that they DID just mean it to be sexy, but most other people might have Opinions about the relative sexinesses of "woman in catgirl suit" versus "catgirl, as in member of species: catgirl"***. So I am maybe off base?

* I am admittedly possibly a very Spiders Georg in the area of "sexual attraction".

** someone please do this in some future game: take the style of this Zelda subseries and make it like, 25% more claymationyier. That wouldn't be to hard to do with some minor graphical design differences and shaders, and it would make these admittedly already pretty adorable games even more adorable!

*** This is presumably a continuum with "no costume but acting like a cat" further back on the "woman in catgirl suit" point, and it then continuing on past "species catgirl" to "catgirl (furry)" and "cat girl (cartoonish bipedal cat)" to "quite realistic to nature cat (who is incidentally a girl)". I mean hypothetically you could find a point that could be MORE CATS THAN ACTUAL CATS THEMSELVES ARE... But I'm not getting laid**** enough to engage in that kind of advanced recreational furryism.

**** holy typoing fuck I meant PAID! I'm not getting PAID ENOUGH! I'm dying.

#zelda echoes of wisdom

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yawnderu · 1 year ago

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Miguel O'Hara x Catgirl!Reader

based on one of my favorite roleplays♡ I'll be writing more about catgirl!reader, watch me.

Ngl, not fully satisfied with this one but here we go.

CW: manipulation (coming from the reader), blowjob, deepthroat, face fucking, face slapping, cum swallowing, choking on dick.

"I hate you." Miguel mumbles as you wrap your arms around him, too damn tired to try to pull away from you. He knows it's futile even if he tried, you'd keep clinging to him like a leech. And maybe that's exactly what you are.

God, he hates you. He can't stand all your teasing, or how the only reason you come back to him is his money. He can't stand how you broke down his walls within months, walls he had spent years carefully crafting to avoid this exact same situation.

"Oh, but you love me." You said teasingly, your face against his pecs as you kept rubbing your cheeks on the supple skin. You know he hates whenever you touch his chest, especially after that "nice tits, O'Hara" comment, yet it's so much fun to annoy him. To see the man who stands tall and proud crumble down. Miguel doesn't say anything, simply rolling his eyes as he gently pushes your head away from his chest.

"Puta madre... no puedo más." Miguel mumbles softly, holding the bridge of his nose between his fingers as his eyes close. He doesn't even know why he's dealing with you— he could easily make you go away, yet something about you makes him feel alive for the first time since he lost his daughter. You're a breath of fresh air from all the nightmares, although you're a nightmare yourself.

"Then maybe I should find another man to fund my things, no?" You asked teasingly, knowing damn well Miguel would rather die than allow that. You know he's possessive of you, you know he'd hate to see you go to another man for anything. He would give you the world if you asked for it.

"You know I can't let that happen." He finally looks down at you, pure annoyance on his face, yet his eyes show just how much the idea bothers him. "A man buying you things? I would end him." And it's true. If Miguel could be more honest with himself, he would be. He's very possessive of you, despite the fact that he's fully aware he's being manipulated and used for what he can provide. He already spent too many nights hating himself for allowing it, he already came to terms with it.

"Aw... and what if another man touches me? What if I like it?" Your words make him visibly tense up and he can feel the sensation of his fangs starting to come out. He knows you want a reaction out of him, and for whatever reason, he's giving it to you. It should be okay since you're both alone in his house, no?

"He'd be dead before he could even try to touch you." Miguel replies, dead serious and firm. His voice is a tad bit less sharp, but when it comes to you and other men, his protective instincts kick in.

"You're mine and no one else's. Forever." And just to make a point, he holds your face as he speaks, long fingers holding your jaw with surprising gentleness.

"And what if—" You can't even finish your sentence before Miguel squeezes your face.

"Cállate." His voice is sharp as he snaps back at you, and he's not sure whether he wants to punch or kiss you. He looks down at you with pure annoyance. His 6'9 behemoth frame would intimidate anyone, yet you're simply grinning up at him like an idiot, looking proud about pissing him off. His gaze drifts down to your lips, admiring the plump flesh before, against his better judgment, his thumb teasingly rubs your lower lip.

"Eres tan linda, pero tan cruel." He speaks softly, almost as if he was putting his thoughts into words. You open your mouth slightly, allowing his thumb into your mouth as you begin sucking on it teasingly, your tongue gently rubbing on the bare skin as he disengages the suit on his hand only.

"Dios mío." He can feel himself starting to get hard beneath his tech suit, thinking back on all the times you've sucked him off.

You never did any sexual favors for money, you simply did it as a reward for him. To keep him interested and enamored with you, and it worked. It always worked, all you had to do was get on your knees and look up at him with those pretty, doe eyes.

He disengaged the suit on his crotch, his fat cock coming out and gently landing on your cheek, making you giggle softly. Your paw went up to slowly stroke his shaft as your tongue began to teasingly lick the tip of his dick, the taste of his precum all over it. Miguel hissed as you licked the slit of his tip, his hand now resting on your head, scratching the back of your ear softly, knowing how pleasant is is for you.

"Buena chica." He praised softly, his eyes closing as you began to suck him off, slowly taking more and more of his big cock into your mouth. He helped you by gently pushing your head towards his hips, groaning at the feeling of your tight throat swallowing him up. Both of his hands went to the sides of your head, starting to thrust into your throat deeply, yet still holding back to not hurt you.

"Así, así..." He mumbled as he fucked into your throat, holding you in place once he was fully inside, your nose hitting his well-groomed happy-trail before he began slamming into you again, his fangs now coming out as he got lost in the sensation of your warm throat. You may hold the cards in whatever relationship you two had, but he was always the one in control whenever his dick was inside any of your holes.

"You need it just as bad as me, mutt." His voice is rough and raspy, eyes fluttering as he thrashes into your throat, pulling out only to give you the chance to breathe. You greedily gasp for air, coughing softly as your throat finally has an air flow. Miguel jerks himself off while staring at you, moving the tip of his dick all over your cheek, smearing it with your own spit and his precum.

He waits until you nod your head, lifting your face with one hand as his other one delivers a hard slap to your cheek before he starts to fuck your face again, the stinging feeling of the slap and his cock all the way down your throat making your eyes roll to the back of your head. Miguel is using you like a sex-toy, yet the feeling is always too good to care. These are the only moments he gets to have any control in your relationship, no matter what.

"Mierda..." He hisses out as he bites his lip to prevent a guttural moan to escape his mouth. He looks so pretty like this; eyebrows furrowed slightly, his face covered by a thin layer of sweat, nose slightly scrunched fangs bared as he focuses on fucking your face. His thrusts begin to get more sloppy after a few minutes, and it's clear he won't last long.

With one last deep thrust and a loud groan, he slams his cock all the way down your throat, forcing you to swallow all his warm and sticky cum. Miguel cums a lot, and you're forced to deal with it. Coughing and struggling for air, yet he doesn't pull his dick out, not until he's sure you swallowed all of it.

"Good girl." He praises, sighing softly as he pulls his cock out gently, laying it down on your face as you struggle for air, tears rimming your eyes as you cough. A satisfied smirk sets on his lips as you look up at him with a grin.

"How much money did you need again?"

#miguel x reader #miguel spiderman #miguel 2099 #miguel o'hara #miguel ohara #atsv miguel #spiderman 2099 #miguel spiderverse #beyond the spiderverse #atsv #spiderman atsv #astv #across the spiderverse #miguel x you

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tfnonsense · 3 months ago

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No Suit

Steve Smith tried not to fidget. He was dressed in business casual clothes, and seated in a plain folding chair in the hallway outside an office.

He wasn’t alone. Several other job candidates were in other chairs, each and every last one of them wearing some form of suit and tie.

Even their haircuts looked more professional. The haircut on the guy across from him probably had its own bachelor’s degree.

Steve didn’t own a suit. He had thought most business people didn’t wear them anymore, and besides which, he couldn’t afford one! He wasn’t at a job interview because he was rolling in cash!

Should he have borrowed one? Would a suit fitted for someone else have been better than none at… AT…

CHOO!

Steve abruptly sneezed, and it was a hell of a thing. At the apex of the sneeze, Steve’s hair exploded into longer, wavy orange hair that framed his now freckled, feminine face.

The outfit he was so worried about burst into scraps, and reformed as a two piece bikini covering his newly slender, feminine figure.

“Covering”, perhaps, being a generous way of putting it, but more modesty than none was preserved.

A striped orange cat tail with alarmed fur sprouted, a hole in the bikini bottom accommodating it. His ears became big and cat-like with orange fur and black stripes, and were higher on his head than made any sense.

His hands were now covered in over-sized cat paw mittens with stuffing to maintain their big paw shape, and the slippers that had replaced his shoes and socks matched.

Mercifully, no gross remnants from his sneeze seemed to remain.

“NYAH!” Steve the catgirl meowed with alarm in a newly feminine voice, looking down at his new cleavage, tail, and all the rest of it. He pawed awkwardly at the top of his head with mitten-clad hands, confirming the cat ears.

This sort of thing happened to people sometimes, and there were plenty of ways to reverse it later if he liked, but why NOW of all times?!

His competition did their best to remain professional, but even they couldn’t hide snickers and general looks of amusement.

Steve had no idea what to do. Should he prioritize removing the mittens? How would he even do that? With his teeth?

Absentmindedly, his tongue investigated the inside of his mouth. His canines definitely felt bigger now.

The door to the office opened, and a professional-looking woman leaned out, her eyes on a tablet. “Steve Smith?”

“Meow… I mean, here…” Steve replied, a mitten-paw raised awkwardly.

The woman looked at Steve with surprise. “Oh dear. I assume this just happened?”

Steve nodded.

Without hesitation, she replied. “We won’t hold a sudden transformation against you, but if you’d rather reschedule, that would be fine.”

“You… You’re not bothered by…?” Steve, not knowing how to finish that sentence, shook his hands a bit while moving his tail.

She shook her head, smiling. “I get how it is. I turned into a hippo lady in the middle of a presentation last week. I WISH I’d wound up in an outfit that modest.”

Steve blushed a little, then stood, his tail and ears up. Everything seemed a little bigger than before as he looked up at the pleasant woman. “Well, then, I suppose there’s no reason to put it off!”

“Great! We like people who can roll with the punches.” As they entered the office, she added “so what pronouns do you prefer?”

“I… THINK he-him?”

Later, Stephanie the catgirl learned she got the job.

#tfnonsense #casual tfnonsense #gender #catgirl #tftg #tgtf #transformation

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afooldyedinfolly · 1 year ago

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There's something I think about me in that Vriska is my second least favourite troll and yet her fansong song is my favourite

Its Songs for Sad Trolls hour give it up for Songs for Sad Trolls hour

#i just think it suits her so very well and also is just a fun song to sing along to #'whos your least' its Equius but unfortunately I'm also his biggest defender bc people dislike him for the wrong reasons.#stating outright Vriska is my least favourite I think is swatting at the hornet's nest but it wouldn't be as bad as stating that #Nepeta is my third least favourite. theres nothing wrong with her I just find her kinda boring #sorry catgirl lovers #idk I am just rambling in the tags #coincidentally all three of their songs rank highly for me and my favourites tend to rank lower #tavros is the exception to this rule

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picaroroboto · 6 months ago

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in FFXIV's main story, your player character is a unique and special person - but because FFXIV is an MMO, the same goes for every other player's character. Story says "You're the one and only Warrior of Light, no one else can do what you do." while gameplay says there may be 4 to 8 WoLs in a party at once, or up to dozens loitering around the Limsa aetheryte plaza at any given time. Story treats the WoL as an overpowered anime protagonist-type character who is singularly powerful, but the truth is you might not even be all that good at the class you play.

Personally I don't dislike this sort of dissonance - if nothing else it keeps me and my WoL humble to know that we're not actually all that special and important, and so the pressures put on the WoL in story don't always carry over to gameplay. I've also always liked people-watching in-game: observing the characters passing through any of the hub cities, trying to glean what I can about other character's identities from their names, titles, glams, etc, and silently wishing good luck on new players. While the story impresses upon the WoL's importance, the sheer number and diversity of other WoLs seems to remind that there's no single right or wrong way to be the Warrior of Light. Every one you might cross paths or Duty Finder with, from the joke characters in frog suits to the black-armored edgelords and catgirls in frilly dresses, is a hero in their own story as much as they are a minor side character in yours. And I just think that's neat.

#ff14 #ffxiv #wol #warrior of light #meta posting on my art blog #warm and fuzzy feelings i guess

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arighmaa-dataq · 6 months ago

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Are you a fan of the critically acclaimed MMORPG Final Fantasy XIV Online? Have you wanted to see what your favorite asmr boyfriends would look like in the critically acclaimed MMORPG Final Fantasy XIV Online? Then you've come to the right place! Decided to boot up the Dawntrail Benchmark and play with the character creator, and bring to you what I imagine the boys of Yuurivoice would look like in this game. Enjoy! Starting off with our favorite pastel punk boy, Alphonse as a bunny boy, probably as a monk or ninja. Can't get any of the job gear sets on here so just imagine something on him and everyone else.

Next up I had to put in Seth, who your usual midlander. And it took me forever to find a hair that I thought would suit him and I'm still not sure if I got it right. As for class, either Gunbreaker, Warrior, or Paladin, but definitely some kind of tank.

Now for our versatile flower boy, who of course HAD to be a viera too. Like I dunno what y'all were expecting. And he makes a cute one at that! For class, I'd say it's obvious he'd be a magic user. If I could give him Y'shtola's Sorcerer job I would, but for this I think a white mage suits him well!

Next up is our Big Red Lucien, who I had to get a little creative with. For him it was either gonna be a Roegadyn or a Highlander. And fun fact, even at min height Roes are still much taller than our demon boy, and while the highlander would be closer to his actual height it just didn't really feel like our devilish himbo, so I went with Roe, and gave him some dark skin and yellow face paint to try and connect to his horn pattern. He'd be rockin as either a Warrior or Dark Knight.

Next is Auron as an elf boy, and much like with Big Red, even at minimum height it's much taller than he is irl. Had to futz a bit again with the hair but I think he'd rock the elsa braid really well. I also see him very much kinning Estinien, which should make @jackieeleanor very happy. Aside from the obvious Dragoon, could also see him as a mechanist or bard.

And now for Faust, who ABSOLUTELY go as a catgirl. And a fabulous one at that. Like you can't tell me he doesn't stream FFXIV every so often and rock the Keeper look like the diva he is. Would have a whole backstory for his WoL and everything. And he would very much be a very tired and annoyed Astrologian.

Last but certainly not least, we have our favorite rat Charlie, who even here is a silly little guy. The most pathetically adorable lalafell you've ever seen, and very much bullied by everyone else in the party. Will likely die a LOT, and have to be carried by his Casper through dungeons. He's a little monk trying his best.

#yuurivoice #yuurivoice alphonse #yuurivoice seth #yuurivoice auron #yuurivoice charlie #yuurivoice lucien #yuurivoice faust #ffxiv #final fantasy xiv #tried my best to make these look like em

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jazzthatonewriterchick · 1 year ago

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HERE, KITTY, KITTY (18+ Fic)

Pairing: Aizawa x Black!Catgirl!Reader

Synopsis: In which you find yourself in the weirdest predicament after you’re scooped up and taken to a cat cafe after you decide to take the streets to fight some crime, and you’re adopted by your very anti-social and hot coworker Aizawa aka Eraserhead.

Story Warnings: Smutty Smut, 18+ (MINORS GET AWAY), Swearing, Adult!Reader, Ear and Tail Stroking, Light Degradation, Spanking, Exhibitionism, Multiple Positions, Creampie, Unprotected PIV Sex, Facial, Scent Play, Collaring, Deepthroat, Cunnilingus, Begging, Edgeplay, Power Play, Rope Play/Shibari, Master Kink, Some Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Some Action

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer’s Note: Back from my cruise with an update! I should be finished this fic soon cuz I have about three chapters left. Imma cry. Thank you again for the love! P.S. Never go on a cruise in the summertime. That boat was CROWDED AF -Jazz

Read on AO3 here!

Other Chapters: One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen. Twenty. Twenty-One. Twenty-Two. Twenty-Three. Twenty-Four. Twenty-Five.

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NINETEEN.

When Aizawa steps into his dorm that night with you curled in the crook of his elbow, the only thing he has on his mind is sleeping.

He is completely wracked with exhaustion. His bones ache, his body hurts, and he is truly feeling much older than he is.

All he could think about was taking a hot shower, kissing Eri goodnight, and curling up on the couch or in his bed (whichever he felt appropriate for the night) with you on his lap while meeting with the city’s police department and the Hero’s Public Safety Commission aka HPSC. Both organizations are pretty concerned about Toyoma’s escape, as they should be.

Aizawa didn’t realize how incredibly skilled the guy was until he started fighting him down in the theatre’s basement. He especially didn't realize how hostile and dangerous Toyoma is until he attempted to kill you. He is a villain who has no moral compass and no values except surviving.

With Aizawa’s experience, those are the worst types of villains.

During the meeting with the police department and the HPSC, he carefully responded to each question and explained the night as best as he could without mentioning you being a part of the mission.

It was bad enough you were there and nearly faced your death. He didn’t need people as powerful and strict as police officers and HPSC members on your ass, wondering who you were and possibly even arresting you. He’d never forgive himself if anything were to happen to you or your career.

That is why he put the blame for Toyoma’s escape entirely on himself, telling the police chief and the head of the HPSC that he let his guard down for just a few seconds.

“That’s all it took for Toyoma to set his trap and activate a smoke bomb,” he explained begrudgingly as he sat at the long, oak table at the HPSC headquarters. “When it cleared, Toyoma took off and disappeared into the streets. I couldn’t find him after that.”

Though the HPSC were livid (as usual when things didn't go according to plan with their heroes and made them look bad as an organization), the police chief defended Aizawa.

“Eraserhead is one of your most highly-skilled pro heroes,” he argued. “If this POS escaped then it's safe to say that he’s right on Eraserhead’s level and we should be very afraid of that. We need to be doing whatever we can in helping Eraser catch him; not criticize or degrade him for something that he couldn’t control.”

Aizawa appreciated that. The meeting was over by 1 AM and after downing some coffee and telling Mic he could leave his dorm after babysitting Eri, Aizawa headed home in his Armani suit.

When he saw you, his favorite cat, curled up at his door, he couldn’t have been happier. As soon as you heard his footsteps, you picked your little head up and tottered over to him, meowing happily.

He picked you up and held you in one arm as he dug in his pocket for his key. “Let’s get some rest,” he cooed to you, tiredly smiling down at your little whiskers and slow blinks. But as soon as he unlocks the door and gets inside the dark dorm room, he can tell that that won’t be the case tonight.

Because as soon as he shuts the door behind him, he gets a weird feeling. A feeling that has him feeling uncomfortable and unsettling because the silence of his dorm is uncomfortable and unsettling. It isn’t the same comfortable, serene silence of the UA campus late at night.

It feels as if the quiet is just a fraud; a distraction from the attack about to happen. That is Aizawa’s first concern.

His second concern is when you suddenly jump out of his arms and hit the floor before dropping into a defensive stance, facing the wall behind the couch. You lean back on your hind legs, your tail frazzled and stiff and your ears back. Though the dorm room is empty, you react as if you see a threat.

“What?” Aizawa asks, his heart beginning to pound.

As if answering him, you begin to hiss and yowl at the wall, nothing but empty space there. But you seem to know better as you spit and growl, your teeth bared and eyes sharp.

Aizawa blinks at you, shocked and alarmed. He’s never seen you like this before–so hostile. This can only mean the eerie feeling he initially had walking in here was a warning. Something is wrong here.

Instantly, he rips his scarves out of his collar and places his duffle bag on the floor. He looks towards Eri's door, finding it closed.

He has no time to wonder if it’s locked because that is when he sees the same villain from tonight at the opera slip through the wall behind the couch–unfazed, unharmed, and completely in the flesh.

He is still in his suit though a little disheveled from the fighting and his hurried escape from the opera. And he’s looking straight at Aizawa, ignoring the hissing cat on the floor.

Aizawa clenches his scarves, enraged a the nerve of this fuck to come here. “How’d the fuck you get in here?” he growls, angered.

Toyoma smirks at him, slowly walking around the couch to the living room. “You really wanna ask me that?” he snorts. “The security guard in the lobby is out like a light. Plus, all I had to do was slip through the ground and crawl my way through a tunnel to this place. Thank God for my quirk, right?”

Aizawa moves away from the door and enters the living room as well until they’re standing across from each other, staring each other down like two lions about to battle for their territory. A coffee table is the only thing separating them from each other. You continue to hiss and yowl but Aizawa stands in front of you, blocking you from the villain's view.

“You need to leave now,” he warns. “If you don’t, I’ll make sure you won’t get away again.”

Toyoma’s taunting smirk grows. “Oh, but that’s where you’re wrong, Eraser,” he chuckles. “See, I followed you here for a reason: to make sure you never stop me again. If I keep you alive, that means you’ll always be after me and I can’t have that.”

Slowly, he reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a long fish knife that glints in the moonlight cutting through the window. “I’ll make this quick,” he growls before pouncing at Aizawa over the coffee table.

Aizawa is just as fast. He immediately flings one end of his scarf at Toyoma and entraps his wrist, gripping it. Toyoma grunts in pain as Aizawa begins to twist his arm, causing him to drop the knife. With his other free arm, Toyoma attempts to free himself by yanking on the scarf but that only gives Aizawa the advantage to fling him into a nearby wall.

Obviously not expecting it enough to use his quirk, Toyoma hits the solid wall with a loud thud, causing a framed picture to fall as he hits the floor.

Aizawa moves quickly. He takes the knife from the floor, snatches the phone charging in the kitchen by the microwave, scoops you up, and races to Eri’s bedroom which he finds is open. He barges into her darkened bedroom, slams the door shut behind him, and hurries over to Eri’s bedside.

She is already awake and out of bed, balled up beside her bed and shaking in her Mickey Mouse PJs. When Aizawa notices that her little horn and red eyes are glowing–things that haven’t happened in months–he suddenly has the blinding urge to kill Toyoma right then for scaring his little girl. “Eri,” he says, startling her.

She instantly turns to him, the glow of her little horn dimming as well as her ruby-red eyes. “D-Daddy?” She fearfully stutters. “What’s going on? Is there an earthquake?”

“Yeah, baby,” he quickly replies as kneels down next to her, lowering you into her arms. You latch onto her immediately. He also hands her the phone from the kitchen, already having trained her to call for help––either Mic, Hitoshi, Mirio, or 911.

“I need you and your cat to stay in here, okay? Lock the door, keep the phone near you if you need to call someone, and don’t go near the door until you hear me tell you to open it. Understand?”

Eri frantically nods but grips his arm when he begins to stand. “W-where are you going?” she yells, panic in her little voice. “Daddy, don’t leave!” She begins to cry, fat tears rolling down her cheeks. Aizawa feels his heart tear in two as he presses a hand to her cheek, wiping her tears away.

“I’ll be right back, pumpkin. Just stay here with your kitty, okay?” He leans in and presses a kiss to her forehead, doing his best to keep back his tears. He needs to protect her. "I love you so, so much,” he whispers.

He doesn’t stick around for long to hear Eri respond to him. He quickly storms out of the room and locks it behind him. As he does, Toyoma has found his footing and is now searching for his knife. When he sees Aizawa standing there with his knife behind his back, his eyes widen crazily.

“There you are!” he cackles. “I thought you had pussied out on me.” He cocks his head, eyeing the door behind Aizawa. “What’s in that room behind y–“

Before he can finish his sentence, Aizawa is leaping toward him and tackles him to the hardwood floor.

Once they fit the floor, Aizawa scrambles to straddle Toyoma, squeezing his muscular thighs around him and pinning him to the floor with his weight settled on Toyoma’s chest. With a grunt, Aizawa brings the knife up to drive down into Toyoma’s right pec, but Toyoma's upper torso begins to sink into the floor, trying to escape Aizawa’s attack.

Aizawa quickly grabs Toyoma’s leg, stopping him from disappearing entirely. He wastes no time driving the knife into Toyota’s thigh, earning a high-pitched roar of pain. “You’re not goin’ anywhere, bitch,” Aizawa growls before taking the knife out.

Blood spurts out of Toyoma’s new wound, staining his dress pants. Aizawa goes to stab him again in the same place but Toyoma surprises him when he suddenly rises from the floor as if practicing a sit-up and headbutts Aizawa in the nose. Pain explodes throughout his nose bone, causing Aizawa to drop the knife.

The few seconds of Aizawa letting down his guard allow Toyoma to throw him off of his body. Aizawa tumbles onto his back but manages to recover. He quickly rises and fights Toyoma off when he attempts to charge at him with the knife, angrily roaring as he does.

Aizawa grips both of Toyoma’s wrists in his hands, trying to force him and the knife away. He grunts from the force of holding Toyoma back, staring at the tip of the knife in his face. The harder Toyoma pushes, the more Aizawa has to push back and his knees begin to buckle.

There is suddenly a knock at the door and the sound of pro hero and professor Vlad yells through the wood. “Aizawa?” he calls. “What’s going on in there?”

Aizawa doesn’t answer, too distracted by Toyoma and the knife. Toyoma’s face is red and twisted in rage like the ugliest dog Aizawa has ever seen. This guy isn’t playing.

But neither is Aizawa. Realizing he has Toyoma right where he needs him, he begins to stare into his eyes and quickly rummage through his mind to draw out his energy. “No!” Toyoma cries, realizing what’s happening. He quickly drops the knife and disappears into the floorboards much to Aizawa’s dismay.

The knocking at the door continues, but Aizawa ignores it. He quickly grabs the knife and breaks it in half, scattering the pieces on the floor.

He then busies himself searching for his opponent, whirling around to face each wall. “Where the fuck are you?” he hollers. “Come out here now!”

Vlad continues to frantically knock on the door, calling for him. He hears Nemuri too, which means everyone can hear what’s happening behind his closed door. He doesn’t have time to feel apologetic for waking the others.

And he barely has time to prepare for the blow that Toyoma gives him when he suddenly emerges from a nearby wall. Aizawa caresses his jaw which is now severely aching. He turns to elbow Toyoma in the face but finds him gone.

In a flash, the villain reappears from behind Aizawa now and kicks him hard in the ribcage. It feels like the wind is being knocked out of Aizawa’s body and a fire has been lit in his ribcage all at the same time.

He doesn’t have time to recover when Toyoma suddenly slams and shatters something against the back of Aizawa’s head. Like a fallen tree, Aizawa tumbles onto the floor on his stomach as pain explodes on his scalp.

The world looks blurry and sounds muffled now, including the voices coming from the door. “Shouta!” Mic’s voice drifts through the front door now, urgent and scared. “It’s me! Open the door!”

Toyoma appears in front of Aizawa, his shoes the only thing visible. Aizawa’s eyes slowly roll up to face his cruel smirk and the broken framed photo of him and Eri at the aquarium.

“Can’t even take my quirk,” he coldly laughs. “But I guess the element of surprise always works for someone taken off guard.” He drops the framed picture and steps on it, the glass crunching under his shoe, as he kneels in front of Aizawa.

“But you’re also a weak old man, Eraser,” he whispers.

A warm liquid drips into Aizawa’s eyes. He realizes that he is bleeding. The world blinks in and out, dark spots beginning to coat his vision. However, he can still see Toyoma pick up the pointed half of his knife and hold it up near Aizawa’s scalp.

“Sorry to do this,” he says, not at all sounding the least bit sorry. But before he can drive it through Aizawa’s head, a flash of black zooms in front of them and jumps onto Toyoma’s face.

Aizawa watches as you vigorously claw and scratch at Toyoma’s face, causing him to scream bloody murder as you tear his face to shreds. He grapples with your furry body, trying in vain to get you off of his face.

“Get off!” he screams. “Get the fuck off of me!” You yowl and scream at him, flashing your fangs as you continue to claw at his skin like it is paper, creating terrible, bloody wounds that will surely need stitches.

Finally, Toyoma manages to throw you off of him and you go soaring behind the couch. He falls to his knees and begins to twitch in pain, blood furiously dripping from his face.

‘Good kitty,’ Aizawa thinks to himself. It is the only coherent thought he can produce as he begins to fade farther away from reality. He’s losing too much blood he knows, and he will soon lose consciousness. Maybe he’ll die too? He doesn’t know.

The only two things he thinks about in those fleeting moments of consciousness are Eri and you. Your smile. Your eyes. Your voice which he begins to hallucinate is right in his ear. “Aizawa,” you whisper to him. “Shouta, wake up. Don’t close your eyes, okay?”

He even believes he feels your touch, your warm hand cupping the back of his head while the other caresses his face. Are you really there, he wonders? Or is he simply dying?

Though muffled, he hears the sound of his door slamming open and multiple voices shouting and yelling. He doesn’t feel your touch anymore. “Shouta!” Nemuri cries out, scrambling to help him.

“What the fuck happened to him?!” Vlad demands.

“Someone go get Eri!” Mic urgently yells.

Aizawa hears Nemuri’s quick footsteps as she leaves for Eri’s bedroom. He feels Mic beside him now, knowing it’s him by the scent of his cologne. “Shouta, stay with me,” he softly urges his friend. “You’re gonna be just fine, okay? You’re gonna be just fine…”

Those are the last words Aizawa hears before darkness finally comes.

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When Aizawa awakens moments later, all he sees is a bright, blinding light overhead that is way too bright and unnatural to be the sun.

‘Oh, fuck,’ he thinks in a panic. ‘I’m dead, aren’t I? That motherfucker killed me.’

He blinks rapidly at the bright light illuminating above him as his vision begins to clear.

When it does, he realizes that this light is not one at the end of a tunnel or some spirit guide leading him into the afterworld–it’s a light attached to a tiled ceiling. His hearing begins to sound more crystal too. Surrounding him are the sounds of methodical beeping and distant chatter.

Once his eyes adjust, he looks around at his surroundings. A room that isn't his own lies in wait for him with white walls, a small TV hanging overhead above a sink and tiny kitchenette, and muted grey furniture–an armchair and a couch sitting by a large window overlooking the clean, cut grass and trees blossoming with yellow flowers behind Mic's head.

Wait…Mic can’t be dead too, can he?

“Mic?” Aizawa croaks out which results in a series of coughs and an awful burning in his ribcage. As he hacks up his lungs, the beeping he heard before gets faster. He realizes that it's a heart monitor. He’s not in heaven–he’s in a fucking hospital.

Mic, who was reading a book, quickly flings the book aside and goes to his friend’s aid. “Hey, Sho’” he softly says, rubbing Aizawa’s back. “How do you feel?”

Aizawa licks his lips after all the coughs are out of him, groaning at the ache he feels in his ribs. “My throat’s dryer than a bitch,” he grunts.

Mic quickly goes to the kitchenette and gets a paper cup of cold water. He carefully hands it to Aizawa who tries to sit up as much as he can but even that makes his chest burn and his ribcage ache. “Don’t try to move too much,” Mic says, bringing the cup to his lips. “The doctor said that villain took a big hit at your ribcage.”

Aizawa can tell. He slowly sips the water, feeling somewhat better now that he isn’t parched anymore.“Anything broken?” he asks.

Mic shakes his head. “Luckily no, but they had to give you stitches for the gash in your head and clean up some bruises. They also bandaged up your upper torso, so try to breathe slow. Nothing is life-threatening, but the doc is still running some tests. He’ll be happy to know you’re awake.”

He gives Aizawa another sip of water before plumping his pillow for him like a good, attentive servant.

As he does, his words process in Aizawa’s still slightly dazed mind. He looks down, finding wires taped to his wrists and a hospital gown adorning his body. “How long have I been in here?” he asks, suddenly panicking. “Where’s Eri?”

“Relax, relax,” Mic soothes him so he doesn’t set off the heart monitor again. “I sent Eri down the hall to the vending machine. You’ve only been in here since last night. It’s about 10 AM now.”

Aizawa sits back against his pillow, letting the information process in his frazzled mind. He’s been here since last night? “What happened to Toyoma?” he asks. Mic gives him a blank stare. “The villain.”

“Oh, we called the cops and they came running,” Mic explains. “The entire campus turned into a chaotic mess. Everyone was awake at that point. Nezu and Nemuri came to the hospital with me to ensure you were okay, and the police chief called earlier to give me information to pass down to you.”

He pauses to give Aizawa another sip of water. “Toyoma was arrested and is being held for questioning right now…with no bail, might I add.”

A sigh of relief leaves Aizawa’s body. That’s good, at least. “How’s my dorm?” he asks, afraid to know the answer.

Mic sheepishly smiles at him. “Well, since it’s a crime scene now, you won’t be able to go back for at least two or three weeks, but Nezu is offering you an apartment near UA for the time being. So far, Eri and I haven’t been back to UA. We’ve just been here.” He motions over the entirety of the hospital room.

“We?” Aizawa parrots. “Eri’s been here this whole time?” He can’t help feeling unhappy with this news. The last place Eri needs to be in is a fucking hospital.

Mic doesn’t show any kind of alarm to Aizawa’s anger. “She didn't want to leave you, Shouta,” he protests. "I tried to get her to come back to my dorm but she–“

“And what about Y/N?” Aizawa interjects. “Where is she? Does she know?”

Mic’s eyebrows furrow in confusion. “Y/N isn’t here. The last time I saw her was last night in your dorm room. She was already there by the time we got Vlad to bust down the door. He didn’t wanna do it since it counts as UA campus property.” He rolls his eyes behind his glasses.

Aizawa scowls at him, perplexed. “Y/N was already in my room?” he asks, utterly confused.

Mic slowly nods, just as confused. Your voice comes back to him telling him to keep his eyes open, your warm hand cupping the back of his head. So that wasn’t a hallucination. That was real. You were really there, coaxing him to hang on. But…how?

“That’s impossible,” Aizawa says, trying to reason. “Before Toyoma came, no one was in my dorm last night except for me, Eri, and–“

“Daddy?” a tiny voice whispers from the doorway. Aizawa and Mic turn to the doorway, finding a little girl with her locks of silver hair pulled into a ponytail and wearing overalls over her shirt. She holds a jukebox and a pack of cookies in her hands as she gapes at Aizawa, her eyes wide.

“Eri,” he softly says, a smile curling on his lips. “You got those cookies for one, huh?”

She immediately drops both items and runs to him, scrambling onto the bed. She is careful as she wraps her arms around his neck, nuzzling her face into his neck as she wails. “I-I thought you were dead,” she hysterically sobs. “I-I thought you left me!”

Aizawa holds her close, thanking God that she’s safe. “Never, pumpkin,” he coos. “I’d never leave you. I’m just so happy you’re safe.”

He cradles her head to his chest, ignoring the burning and aching of his body. This pain means he’s alive. It means that he can recover and have more time with Eri, Mic, and everyone else he loves.

“Everything’s gonna be okay, honey,” he shushes his sobbing Eri. “I promise.”

But despite the joy he feels, even he can’t decide if he’s telling Eri this to reassure her, or if he’s telling himself this to reassure himself.

Especially when your absence is all that is on his mind. This only gets worse for him when a nurse suddenly appears in the doorway holding a vase of the most beautiful bunch of pink flowers in a glass vase.

“Oh, you’re finally up!” she cheerfully says. “That’s great because I’d rather you see your gift with your own two eyes. I’ll just leave them here for you and go alert the doctor.”

Once she lowers the flowers on his bedside table and leaves, Aizawa examines the beautiful flowers and finds a tiny white card tied to a ribbon around the neck of the vase. There, he sees a message and your name:

I’m so sorry for how things turned out. Please make sure you rest up and I look forward to seeing you once you’re out of that bed.

-Love, Y/N

#shouta aizawa #shoutaaa #smutty smut #my fic shit #my works #here kitty kitty #bnha smut #black coded reader #black fanfic writer #black writers #aizawa x black!reader #shouta aizawa x black!reader

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pinkbowsandprettyprose · 4 months ago

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Why is no one in the Kishigo parent discourse mentioning the probability of Quiche being a stay-at-home dad in this scenario? Cause someone's got to maintain the household and I don't think Quiche's built for that corporate life lmao.

(jk jk he's smart af and could be a lot of things, like a scientist for e.g., but the thought of him being a househusband and raising his little spawn at home cause he's a literal alien living on earth is hilarious to me)

I have this as somewhat canon in some of my fanfic but quiche does not want to work hard at basically anything unless forced to, so being a sugar baby / SAHD checks out MASSIVELY

Whenever I write future Quiche into my fanfic he’s always so annoyed whenever he has to do literally anything he doesn’t want to, so you can’t convince me he’d be able to hold down any kind of “normal person” job for more than a few days. Save for maybe the café work — where he’s motivated by getting to see his catgirl crush, and is incentivized to flirt via tips 💸

Being a full-time dad would suit him just fine … as long as he can keep a baby alive.

#kishigo parent discourse #asks #thank you for the ask!!#I love these keep em coming

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zmediaoutlet · 8 months ago

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hello. huge fan of ur fics. do u think sam and dean/deanna could ever get past their internal cringe to explore petplay.

friendo I want so much to be the person who responds to this with a nice 2k of porn that would suit your lowercase desires, esp since you have been so nice to say you like my fics, but sadly I cannot get over my own internal cringe to write you some Sam/Dean(na) petplay. I can only apologize.

But also, yeah, I don't really see them doing it either. I mean -- unless I'm missing the mark entirely, and someone please let me know if I am -- petplay is essentially formalized D/s with different props, right? Like when you get down to the (milk)bones of it. If you like my fics you know that I'm obv into a certain amount of power play, even skating right up to the edge of properly formalized D/s, but with Sam and Dean specifically I just... can't get to that spot of like actual rules/roles/props being taken seriously enough to really make it... work. Like this is the same reason I never write Dean calling Sam 'sir' or them using the traffic light system or whatever the hell. That's just... not how they operate, together. (Barring like 10k of lead-up for why they might, obv.) Calling your brother your good little puppy is just. A bit beyond the beyond.

Now, I can sorta see it entering as a joke. Like, they're at a sex store and Dean sees one of those plug tails and makes a joke and next time they're in bed he half-assedly pretends he's wagging and they laugh about it. And then maybe it slips into something a tiny bit more serious? Sam says good boy and Dean's dick says, oh, yes, he's a very good boy indeed. But even so that's not about the pet, that's about everything else. With all that though I also can't see it fully getting into the like -- paw glove thingies and ear headbands or masks or whatever.

As far as Deanna's concerned, I feel like that's WAY less likely although if we spin it from dogs to cats then maaaaybe Sam could make some crack about her being a lazy house cat and she squints an eye at him and goes meow and he gets a weird catgirl boner, lol, but even so. If they're gonna do powerplay they're going to do it barebones, and not rawhide bones.

#all this said i did just imagine deanna in a cat headband #and like -- it would be cute 😔#but not a sex thing #answers #apologies again for being no fun #but to the other anon #i am still turning around deanna d/s like a rock in a tumbler #eventually it shall emerge glossy and shine

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aligatorrageinator · 2 years ago

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i think kurloz is cool bc he’s just so... blatently sinister? like... guy is so much more culty about clown church than literally any other purple i’ve seen, he wears a skeleton suite and booty shorts exclusively, He mind controls his girlfriend on the regular degular. man cut out his own tonge his friends know him as the only guy who was around when mituna fucking exploded his own brain and ask zero questions bc they know they won’t get answers he just stands there staring and hating people most of the time when he’s not getting pegged by catgirl dick mituna seems to like having him around dispite kurloz deffie not being good for him except what if he is?? guy has and gives absolutely zero answers to literaly fucking anything he has a small roll to play in bringing le to fruition but revels in every second, i think he’d let gamzee chop off his horns if he asked, mans is unhinged in the most chill way possible except for when he’s screaming and cutting out his own tonge and sewing his mouth shut.

i love him

#kurloz makara #kurloz #homestuck #dancester #dancestors

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miles-morxales · 2 years ago

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like father like son.

Dick Grayson x fem!reader

warnings! :child neglect, bruce needa do better😬, arguing, slight obsession, attachment issues

IN WHICH, Dick Grayson feels like since he doesn’t feel enough love at home from bruce, maybe attaching himself to catgirl to fill his slightly empty heart could work.

part 1: first time meeting.

“Whose that?” A young 15 year old Dick asked Bruce. Next to Catwoman was a shorter and younger girl. “Catgirl, apparently catwoman has a new sidekick. I assume you know what to do?” Bruce said in a all too familiar monotone voice. Catwoman was doing a different job than usual. No stealing jewelry or robbing a bank. No no no.. This time, she was stealing.. fertilizer? And she brought a friend too.

“I know I know. Distract with the girl while u go and flirt with Catwoman blah blah blah.” “i do not- you know what, just do it.” (We all know you on her bad brucey bruce, it’s ok🙂).

While Batman went to go stop Catwoman’s shitty plan (pun intended🤭) Dick had to go stop Catgirl. Of course he got stuck doing the easy job! So fun. Catwoman and Batman were having a full on cat chase (I’m full of puns today🤭) and he to distract some new chick on the block.Except, maybe it wasn’t as easy as he thought.

IN THE WAREHOUSE (still full of shit)

Dick’s POV:

So I walk in right? No, I kick the fucking door down, trying to do you know a cool entrance. Just for no one to be seen. “Come out kitty kitty kitty.” I looked around for a good 3 minutes, then just as I was about to tell Batman no one was there I felt a breath on my neck. “Boo.” I gasped and almost fell over. Where tf did she come from?

“I’ve heard a lot about you Boy Wonder. Let me guess, while Batman goes and chase around Catwoman, you got sent to distract me from loading more fertilizer into the truck?” Damn I didn’t know it was that obvious ☹️. “Uh, no?” It came out more like a question than a answer. “Sure..” She said. “So, you gonna try and turn me in or what?” She said circling me. “Um, that is kinda my job. So if you wouldn’t mind.” I tried to grab her arms and hold her but she quickly turned to the side and kicked me in my stomach. Uhmmm, ouchhh?

“First thing you need to know about me, I’m nothing like Catwoman. I’m not into the long game. Number two, what made you think it would be that easy in the first place?” She said as I was taken aback by her swiftness. “Well Catgirl, I apologize for underestimating you. Friends.” I said walking closer and putting my hand out. She scoffed, but eventually shook my hand with a fake smile on her face.

I them twisted her hand behind her back, taking the other in my grasp. “Fuck you.” She said, I chuckled at her statement. “Just doing me job. You shouldn’t be trying to fall into a life of crime with Catwoman anyway.” “Is this the part where you try and convince me to “Do better!” and “to make better choices!”Robin?” She says in this weird type of voice. I don’t know why but it catches me off guard and she slips away, try’s to kick me again but I catch her foot. “Nice try, but this is not gonna take long. We’re in a huge warehouse, in the middle of the mountains full of shit. I don’t wanna be here as much as you don’t.”

She flips off my hand and lands on her feet swiftly. “Well i don’t wanna be here more. She said if I don’t go she’ll take my door off of the hinges and that I can’t do anymore jobs with her for a week. You think I wanna be here in the cold, in a place full of horse dookie?” I snort at the word dookie. She’s funny. I take a minute to take in her features. She has longer hair than Catwoman, in a ponytail coming out her suit. Beautiful really, and perfect y/e/c eyes. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” She says, I snap out of my staring and I can feel heat creeping up my neck. How embarrassing..

*cue fight scene where he ends up catching you outside the warehouse and they are both out of breath*

“Fina-fucking-lly, you know for Batman’s sidekick you’re really bad at shutting up and just catching ppl.” She says, damn that kinda hurt. “Says the one whose hands are literally roped together?” “Touché.” She says smirking and winking at me. I feel my stomach flutter a little. Just as I’m about to say something, Batman shows up behind me, Catwoman nowhere to be found. “Good work Robin, now let’s get her somewhere safe.” I take her hand and walk towards the batmobile with Batman. As we approach it, I turn around and she’s nowhere to be found anymore.. whatttt😱.

Okay okay.. so I might have let go of her hand on while she untied the knot without noticing.. but can you blame me?? I could barely feel my hands in the first place in this weather, let alone hers?? When we notice, both catwoman, Catgirl and the truck are gone. Let’s just say Batman was not happy on the ride home..

When we got back, he sent me to my room. Whispering how I should’ve noticed to himself, as if I don’t already feel bad. First, it’s freezing. Second, I get stuck in a warehouse full of shit fighting off some catwoman sidekick, then the minute he actually says I did a good job she gets away. As if Catwoman didn’t get away either?? “Would you like some hot chocolate Master Dick?” Alfred says, peeking through my room door. “No thank you Alfred, I’m off to bed.”

a/n: it’s currently 2:45 in the morning rn- anyways this is part one of a 5 part lil series, hope y’all enjoyed, I haven’t written in ages. bye bye! Muah