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genshingorlsrevengeance · 2 years

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Ayaka, Sara, and Yae with a Yokai S/O

The Yokai of choice for this writing is Ōnamazu, or just Namazu. They are essentially catfish who love to cause chaos and destruction, and can cause devastating earthquakes.

Thanks for the ask, I had a lot of fun with this! And for reference, this is what they look like!

Ayaka knew about the existence of Youkai (This is how Genshin calls Yokai, idk it's weird to me too) thanks to Itto, Sara, and Yae.

So while the idea isn't completely foreign to her, it's safe to say she hasn't met too many.

Especially when it comes to the type her S/O is.

They called themselves "Namazu", and showed their true form to her a couple times.

They were a huge catfish, and whenever they switched to their human form, they still had massive whiskers and slightly bigger eyes.

She thought it was cute.

Until they got excited at her calling them cute and started thrashing around, causing a mini-earthquake.

And so she only makes sure to give them compliments in human form, not because she didn't think their actual form was cute.

But mostly because she didn't want to entomb the Kamisato Estate.

Their love for wanton mayhem and destruction was also not entirely welcome, but at least they knew where to draw the line.

Though one peculiar thing she noticed is that they liked to be under mud in the rivers of Inazuma.

She didn't think too much of it until she left to do her duties as S/O did their Namazu business.

Which was vibing in the muds.

As they were doing so, they were caught by fishermen who brought the biggest catch of their lives back to Inazuma City.

Thinking it'd be funny for Ayaka to see them like this, they played along.

Until they were thrown onto the chopping board.

They began flopping around causing the entire building to shake.

Ayaka happened to be in the area at the time, and she recognized that specific shaking anywhere.

Going to the source, she saw a mess of bystanders and chefs trying to cut S/O to pieces as they flailed and spoke.

(S/O) "JOKE! JOKE! IT'S A JOKE! DON'T CUT ME!"

Ayaka was absolutely horrified, but knew this wasn't entirely on the fishermen's heads.

The sight of her calmed everyone down, and she took this malicious catfish away from the public eye, and she threw them into a relatively small pond.

(Ayaka) "..."

She glared at them, obviously not amused.

S/O's head poked out of the water, giving the signature catfish grin.

...Okay now she was slightly amused.

(Ayaka) "Really though, I'm in the middle of work."

(S/O) "I thought it'd be a fun joke, but they took it too far!"

(Ayaka) "You didn't say a single word to them that entire time?"

(S/O) "Listen, I thought they'd be smart enough to recognize that a catfish that's as big as a grown man isn't normal. If you want next time I can tell them my girlfriend is-"

(Ayaka) "There will not be a next time of this. Am I clear?"

(S/O) "Alright alright...I'll make it up to you, don't worry!"

Ayaka smiled as she sighed.

(Ayaka) "I know you will. Don't cause any more trouble okay?"

(S/O) "I make no such promises."

Ayaka's smile quickly turned into a glare.

(S/O) "Y-Yes, Ma'am."

Sara just wants to meet a normal Youkai. For once.

Then she met the Namazu.

And after thirty seconds of conversation, only one thought came to mind.

S/O was even worse than Itto and Yae.

The idiot Namazu loved to cause disruptions much to her headache.

Yet...they were also very sweet to her.

She's still slightly annoyed on how she managed to fall for such a chaotic catfish.

And even worse, they loved to torment her as a way to "get your mind off work!"

And the way they did that was flopping around the mud and causing the ground to shake.

(S/O) "Saraaaa! Take me to the skies!"

(Sara) "What makes you think I can carry you?!"

(S/O) "I dunno, but we can find out!"

(Sara) disgruntled noise

One day, she was patrolling the streets of Inazuma city until she saw a catfish hanging by the racks of a sushi vendor.

It wouldn't have caught her eye if the Namazu wasn't the size of an adult.

If this was their first year in the relationship, she'd smite the chef thinking they just fileted her lover.

But this wasn't their first year, and she knew better.

She casually walked up to the vendor and eyed the catfish with a deepening frown.

(Sara) "Where did you procure this catfish?"

(Chef) "Iunno, it just appeared outta nowhere. Though some kids wanted to have some of it, would you care for some, Lady Kujou?"

(Sara) "...Make sure to throw it in a pot of boiling water first."

The catfish began flailing from the rope, scaring everyone but Sara.

She walked off as it broke free, hopping on the ground after her and causing the ground to shake, confusing everyone.

Her eye was twitching when she turned around to the catfish who was staring at her with big ol' eyes, desperate not to get thrown to the pot.

She tried her best to ignore the slime as she picked the catfish up and tossed it as far as she could into the nearby river.

(S/O) "OW!"

(Sara) "S/O. Explain yourself. Now."

(S/O) "Oh come on, it was a joke!"

(Sara) "It would've been better to let you turn into sushi!"

(S/O) "You can't deny that it was funny watching everyone react when I moved, yeah?"

(Sara) "What I can't deny is that you're causing a public disturbance! You got my clothes all dirty too!"

She turned away and puffed before feeling an arm wrap around her with a towel.

(Sara) "...I'm not looking."

(S/O) "You will~."

(Sara) "No."

(S/O) "At least take the towel."

Rolling her eyes, she turned to grab the towel and saw their bright smile and the whiskers twitching in mild excitement.

(Sara) "...Alright fine, it was kind of funny. I won't save you next time."

(S/O) "If you promise to not overwork yourself to death, I'll promise not to cause any more chaos!"

(Sara) "...We both know that's a lie."

(S/O) "...As much chaos."

Sara chuckled.

(Sara) "There we are...Sure, we have a deal."

Yae missed her old Youkai friends, so when a Namazu decided to pop into her life, she was not going to let them get away.

Everyone thinks the Namazu an absolute menace, but Yae sees the opposite. She sees them as an endless source of entertainment.

She fell for them after the two have bonded over their long life, and the friends they've lost and made along the way.

And how much joy they bring into her dull life could not be overstated.

Yae being a Kitsune, she was a bit more clever in her antics while her Namazu S/O said 'to hell with subtlety' and went on full chaos.

And Yae loved it.

Deciding to play a prank on them after the countless ones they played on her, she told the shrine maidens to bring her a catfish from the pond and into the kitchen.

They were a bit confused as to why the catfish was an absolute unit, but they knew better than to question Yae's judgement.

When the catfish woke up, the first thing they saw was Yae with a knife in her hands.

The scream could be heard from the bottom of the Shrine, scaring everyone to death on top.

The catfish flailed violently, or at least attempted to.

They was tied down to prevent a deadly earthquake, but it provided Yae with at least 5 minutes of laughter.

Turning back into human, they looked at her.

(S/O) "YAE, WHAT THE HECK?!"

Finally managing to stop laughing, she wiped away a tear forming.

(Yae) "Oh come on, S/O. It was a joke."

(S/O) "I thought I was going to die!"

(Yae) "Don't be dramatic. I found your journal. You were planning to make this exact joke a week from now."

(S/O) "Wha-How did you know!?"

(Yae) "...Dear, you don't just leave a journal directly next to a pond, and don't expect me to read it."

(S/O) "...Fair enough. So uh, can you untie me?"

They were still tied up from their hands and feet, trying to wiggle their way out.

Yae knelt down and S/O could see a glint in her eyes.

(Yae) "Well, foxes have been known to eat fish.~"

Getting MUCH too close for comfort, S/O quickly rolled away out the door, down the stairs, and back into the pond, confusing the shrine maidens to no end.

And getting Yae to burst out laughing for another 5 minutes.

#genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact x reader #ayaka kamisato x reader #sara kujou x reader #yae miko x reader #ayaka kamisato #sara kujou #yae miko

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metamorphesque · 2 years

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Ōnamazu Shaking Up the Archipelago, Yuta Niwa

#yuta niwa #art #art parallels #japanese art #dark academia

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theunholyrogue · 10 months

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I’m autistic and my special intrest are catfish (the fish, not the other catfish). Recently, I’ve found out about a catfish yokai called an Ōnamazu, which in Japan is believed to cause earthquakes by thrashing around. I was wondering what the tmnt Bayverse boys would be like with an Ōnamazu s/o? They have the power of earth manipulation and they look like a catfish humanoid

hi nonnie! ^^ thank you for your ask! i thought it was a really interesting one (i love catfish too!!!)

i hope that this is what you were asking for! i’ve been struggling with writer’s block so i’ so sorry that’s it’s not super long ><

The Boys with an Ōnamazu SO (Bayv! scenarios x GN! reader)

tw: v mild cursing

🩵Leonardo🩵

Whenever you had first met the group of teenage mutants, Leonardo was the first to have caught your eye. Something about the leader of the turtles intrigued you, but it didn’t help that he was standoffish towards you. It took him the longest to warm up to you, to know for sure that you weren’t going to turn on him or his family. That you were indeed an ally.

After he had begun to warm up to you, a friendship blossomed instantly. You were ‘peas in a pod’ as April liked to call the two of you. Since you were both mutants, you both spent the majority of your time together. You would join in on their training sessions, sit down next to Leo during his meditation time and attempt to do what he did, and sometimes you would join them on patrol.

It took even longer for Leonardo to work up the courage to ask you on a date, to which you weren’t expecting much. But when he took you to a secluded area of NYC Square Park, underneath a very leafy tree with fairy lights and a blanket spread along the ground and a basket atop the blanket, you smiled.

He apologized that there wasn’t more to it, or that he couldn’t take you anywhere fancier due to both of your situations, but you quickly assured him that what he had set up was perfect. You sat down on the blanket with him following behind, and while he started to open the basket to pull food out, you manipulated the ground beside the two of you to become a small, round, earthy table. Leonardo’s gaze swiftly moved from the basket to you, his eyes widened with amazement.

“Could you always do that?” He asked, looking at the newly formed table and then back at you.

You nodded slowly, “Have I never done that around you?”

He shook his head, “No, but you should do that more, that’s neat!”

Leonardo took advantage of the table and pulled the arrangement of food out, different small foods that both of you enjoyed and went about your date.

❤️ Raphael ❤️

It was no joke that you and Raphael were meant to be. You both tend to have anger issues and a stubbornness to the two of you. However, none of the other turtles knew to what extent your anger issues could resort to whenever you got mad. Really mad.

This particular night was the night they found out, when Mikey suggested that you, his brothers, April, Casey, and Splinter all play Monopoly earlier that day. Only April and Casey had played it before, so the rest of you decided to play (whether willingly or forcibly, we’ll never know), and April agreed to bring her copy of the game over.

Casey had made the smug comment that it would be fun to see the two hot-heads playing the most anger-inducing game there is, causing you and Raphael to look his way.

“Do you seriously think I’ll get pissed off over a game?” You asked, causing Casey to smirk and shrug.

“We’ll see,” he replied, hopping up from his spot on the couch and leaving before you or Raph could get another word in.

Later on that night, April and Casey returned with the boardgame and a few boxes of pizza, all with various toppings to everybody’s likings. As Casey laid the pizza out with Mikey following behind him and taking a slice from each and every box, April was at the table setting up the game itself before calling everyone over.

“Let’s play!” She announced, with everyone walking over.

She played as the banker, handing out money while everyone took their pieces.

Let the game begin.

Donnie and Raph quickly dominated the board, taking over several of the greater money making spots that people normally landed on, to which had you fed up.

Pay Raph. Pay Raph. Pay Taxes. Pay Donnie. Go to Jail.

“What the hell!” You yelled, causing the entire sewer around you to shake.

“Woah, mamacita!” Mikey called out, while everyone else looked your way.

“Hey, there’s no need to get all mad, sweetcheeks. It’s just a game,” Raphael said with a fat grin on his face.

You glared at him, wanting to throw in the rest of your 200 and quit the game but what fun would that be?

You continued playing with a pettiness to you, taking over several lots of Raph’s and inevitably taking him down.

You could see the red on his face when you took the last bit of his money, a sadistic grin forming on your face.

“Don’t worry, hon. It’s just a game!~”

💜 Donatello 💜

Whenever you had first met the genius, it wasn’t under the most normal of circumstances. The two of you had met in a lab while out gathering supplies for various degrees of needs, as if faith had it out that the two of you were to meet.

He wasn’t so standoffish to you as Leo would be since you were both mutants just trying to survive, but he didn’t do anything to try and keep in contact…

Until the day the two of you met again, at the same lab, nearly two months later. You remember making a joke about seeing him again and Donnie had laughed, and he actually invited you back to the lair after the two of you had a longer conversation and got to know one another.

Little did Don know that would be the best decision he would have ever made in his life, as he had a whole relationship spark from those two meetings and that one invite back to his home. The two of you clicked, he took time to learn about you and your past and vice versa. You spent a lot of time in his lab with him, helping him with projects and experiments, even being able to use your manipulation in some cases to aid him.

Tonight, he pulled you into the kitchen with him, with a sloppily written recipe on a piece of paper on the island. He was eyeballing you, “We’re going to bake together, but there’s a catch,” he spoke.

You looked at him, nodding your head with curiosity.

“One of us is the eyes, the other is the arms.”

Your brow bone raised, “Am I the eyes? I wanna be the eyes,” you replied.

He nodded, “Okay, I’ll be the arms,” he said, grabbing the blindfold and putting it over his eyes.

Wrapping his arms around you with yours draping down over his, you directed him on what to do.

“Over, over, to the right, right, no other way, Donnie, other way,”

“Are you directionly blind!?”

“No, but you are, apparently!”

The brownies that the two of you had put together ended up being good, but there was a lot of harmless insults jokes during the process that both of you took part in.

🧡 Michaelangelo 🧡

Oh, Mikey was so ecstatic to have ever met you. No matter how the youngest looked at it, you were not one of his brothers, also a mutant, and you spent so much time with him. What a win-win situation that was, right?!

He acted smooth around you all the time, gaining plenty of giggles and chuckles, or dismissals of his behavior, but when he seriously asked you to be his partner one day, you could tell the difference between his then behavior and his norm.

Of course you said yes to the turtle, allowing a relationship to occur between the two of you that more than your friendship.

You didn’t expect the sudden difference in his behavior, however. He was his usual Mikey, sure, but he was a lot more lovey dovey, a lot more protective, and a lot more affectionate. You weren’t going to complain about his behavior change, not unless he started to push you past your own comfort zone at least.

Yours and Mikey’s favorite thing to do together aside from watching movies or gaming is swimming. You both love taking a dive off of the NYC coast into the water for a nice swim together and see who is faster (which is typically always you, but sometimes you go slower to let Mikey have a win every now and again).

Sometimes your swims are romantic, where the two of you swim against one another and just be there with one another, other times it’s playful and fun, where the two of you make up games out of it.

It’s not often that the two of you get to enjoy this kind of activity together, typically with how busy NY is, the turtle’s late patrols, or other factors that prevent the two of you from going out in public. When the two of you get to, you take advantage of it.

“Hey Mikey, wanna go for a swim?”

“Oh, you already know it, my lil dumpling. Let’s go!”

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lopsidedtreetrunks · 1 year

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(I didn’t know if I liked it better with or without the black so,,, have both)

Japan’s pokes are all ones that reference Japanese mythology/culture (I used these websites to help with research) From left to right: Samurott - Samurai Whiscash - Ōnamazu Ninetales - Kyūbi no kitsune Shiftry - Tengu Hariyama - Sumo wrestlers Froslass - Yuki onna

#This is what I was working on before my back decided to die on me lmao #I was going to colour it all but given my back situation I just don't want to spend that long in this chair #maybe i'll colour it properly eventually but i doubt it #hetalia #hws #hws japan #poketalia #pokemon #hariyama #froslass #whiscash #ninetales #shiftry #samurott #my favourite thing about this drawing is that everyone looks so serious and then you just see whiscash looking jdbfksdjdkjbf #also im trying out new brushes particularly for lineart but i might also change up what i use for colouring too #bc i dont like how washed out everything looks witht he brush i was using before idk #ALSO in this au if i ever get it off the ground Kiku will be the professor hehehe

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tothemeadow · 8 months

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Commissioned by anonymous

Agatsuma Zenitsu x OC

- Zenitsu has a problem. Of course, he's into females, but his Lit teacher - a male, mind you - has got his you know what going. -

warnings: NSFW, teacher/student relationship, musk kink, oral sex, slight foot job (?), praise kink, slight degradation, Zenitsu being a degenerate (same here)

notes: Zenitsu is 18 here, transmasc OC, thick thighs save lives

words: 2.8k

Zenitsu has a crush.

He thinks so, anyway – what he means is that he finds his Literature teacher super fucking scrumptious, borderline breedable, but that doesn’t necessarily indicate that it’s a crush.

A crush (to Zenitsu’s delusional mind) is someone that the heart craves for, someone to swoon over. That someone is usually a really cute girl with slouched socks and an adorable, bobbed haircut, or a woman with lascivious curves and pouty lips. Truly, women are the ideal crush in Zenitsu’s mind, so what gives?

Well…

Let’s just say that Zenitsu’s teacher, Mr. Ōnamazu, has the fattest ass known to man. Obviously, Zenitsu would notice. Come on, with an ass like that, it’s no doubt Zenitsu would check it out! He is a man of taste and culture, after all.

It’s both a blessing and a curse that his assigned seat is in the back of the class, situated right next to the window. Normally, during any other class, he’d be too busy staring into the sky or watching girls running around whenever they have a gym class outdoors. That, or he’d be doodling away in a notebook, pretending to take notes while he’s actually drawing straight up erotica.

But when Mr. Ōnamazu steps into the room, Zenitsu transforms into the moth attracted to light. Mr. Ōnamazu tends to wear the cutest cardigans over the plain teacher drab, and his (oh so cute!) round face is always set in a bored, neutral expression – everything about him makes him look like a cuddly teddy bear! There’s something about his chubbiness, the effeminate shape of his body… Just thinking about it has Zenitsu’s cock stirring in his trousers.

He's aware of the issue with lusting after his own teacher. Yes, that’s exactly what it is – lusting, not crushing. If he ignores Mr. Ōnamazu’s kind personality and the fact that he genuinely gives a damn about his students, it makes things a lot easier to deal with. But, like, it’s weird, because sometimes Zenitsu swears that Mr. Ōnamazu looks back at him on purpose, his gaze lingering for a mere second too long.

It’s only when the sliding door to the classroom opens Zenitsu snaps out of his age-long reverie. His heartbeat quickens when Mr. Ōnamazu steps inside, a warm smile spreading his chubby cheeks apart. Today, he wears a dark green cardigan with little frogs sewn into it; it takes all of Zenitsu’s strength to not curl up on the floor and squeal over how cute his teacher looks in it. Either way, his female classmates compliment Mr. Ōnamazu on the piece of attire, some of them even going as far as cooing and pressing their palms to their faces.

“Mr. Ōnamazu, your cardigan is adorable! Where’d you get it?”

“Mr. Ōnamazu, what are we learning today? Are you going to read to us again?”

Mr. Ōnamazu’s face gradually flushes from the onslaught of female voices chirping praises and excitement towards him. One hand pushes his glasses further up the bridge of his nose while the other fiddles with the cane clutched in his fist. He’s mentioned to the class that long ago he suffered from a spinal injury – apparently, back in his grade school days, he used to be a regular at martial arts competitions and made quite a name for himself. It didn’t take long at the beginning of the school year for the students to worm that information out of him; if anything, it only adds to his allure. Zenitsu admires him greatly for it, but also knowing that his teacher could easily put him into a chokehold does wonders for Zenitsu’s libido on a lonely night.

Mr. Ōnamazu quietly hushes his students. They all snap to attention and hang onto silence, anticipating for what’s to come. “Are any of you familiar with Lolita? And no, I’m not talking about the fashion senses some of you may have,” Mr. Ōnamazu begins.

Zenitsu finds himself nodding along with his fellow classmates. Vladimir Nabokov’s classic involves the controversial tale of middle-aged man obsessing over his 12-year-old stepdaughter and is known to be one of the greatest pieces of literature of all time. While Zenitsu hasn’t read the story himself, its infamy has been widely spread from the West.

Mr. Ōnamazu smiles. “I’d like everyone to view the story from a critical eye and decipher some of its deeper intentions. The school has graciously provided enough copies for each class to partake in reading. Aoi, if you’d please.”

The class’s representative, Kanzaki Aoi, rises from her seat and diligently sets to passing out the books Mr. Ōnamazu brought into the classroom with him. It’s a shame Mr. Ōnamazu couldn’t hand them out personally; due to his… voluminous hips, squeezing between the desks has become somewhat of an issue, and his cane doesn’t make things any easier. The first time his ass got squished from being pressed in between two desks almost made Zenitsu pass out due to blood loss.

“As I was saying,” Mr. Ōnamazu continues, “each one of you will be doing an in-depth examination of the book. Granted, the main purpose of the story was for it to be a cautionary tale, but I’d like to see your thoughts as to why Humbert Humbert obsesses over his Lolita in such a fashion. Naturally, we’ll be reading during class time and holding discussions. Any questions?”

Immediately, Zenitsu’s hand shoots up. “Is there any particular reason why we’re covering this story?”

Mr. Ōnamazu’s eyes turn into crescent shapes behind his lenses. “How are we to learn anything or appreciate literature if we allow censorship to run amuck? Reading is one of the most wonderful things in the world, and we should be able to experience many different things. What says you, Zenitsu?”

Dear God, just hearing his name roll of his teacher’s lips is enough to have Zenitsu hot below the collar. His mind wanders, envisioning Mr. Ōnamazu subdue him and read Lolita to him while he shamelessly rides Zenitsu’s cock…

“Zenitsu?” Mr. Ōnamazu calls.

Crap, he was spacing out for too long!

Hurriedly, Zenitsu clears his throat and blatantly ignores the growing weight and heat in his trousers. “I was just… thinking of how right Mr. Ōnamazu is. It’s a refreshing perspective.”

Eyes twinkling, Mr. Ōnamazu nods at Zenitsu’s response. “Thank you, Zenitsu. I appreciate it.”

The rest of the class passes by in a blur. The students fall silent as they read and take notes. Zenitsu, on the other hand, can’t focus worth shit. Every so often, he glances up at Mr. Ōnamazu, and he swears Mr. Ōnamazu quickly shifts his attention to someone else each time he nabs a look.

He worries his bottom lip between his teeth. While Mr. Ōnamazu explained his reasoning for choosing Lolita as their next class segment, Zenitsu can’t help but overthink, like, everything. The story’s protagonist, Humbert Humbert, is a literature professor who lusts after someone significantly younger than himself. Indeed, Zenitsu isn’t as young as dear Dolores herself, but he can hope that there’s a deeper meaning to all of this. If Zenitsu pours every effort and braincell into this assignment, maybe he could impress Mr. Ōnamazu with his views and score some major brownie points.

Mr. Ōnamazu, Zenitsu imagines himself saying, do you like me? Am I your Lolita?

The thought’s enough to make him shudder.

The end of class comes quicker than Zenitsu hoped. While the students settle and prepare for their next lesson, Zenitsu slinks from his chair and tries to casually make his way forward, hoping that his hoodie is long enough to cover his half-hard cock. He idles up to the desk sitting in front of the classroom, picking at his fingernails and taking deep breaths.

Noticing somebody else’s presence, Mr. Ōnamazu looks up from stuffing his satchel and offers Zenitsu a soft smile. “You seemed distracted during reading time,” Mr. Ōnamazu says, keeping his voice low. “Something the matter?”

Zenitsu clears his throat, his gaze dropping to his shoes. “Actually, I, uh, was wondering if you had free time this afternoon.”

One of Mr. Ōnamazu’s eyebrows twitches up his forehead.

“What I mean!” Zenitsu scrambles, heat flooding his face, “What I mean is that I had some questions regarding the material, but I was too embarrassed to ask…”

Mr. Ōnamazu then offers a lighthearted chuckle. “If that’s the case, we can discuss things after school in the teachers’ office. How does that sound?”

Zenitsu breaths out a sigh of relief. “That would work perfectly. Thanks, Mr. Ōnamazu.”

“Anytime, Zenitsu. You can always come to me.”

Later that same afternoon, Zenitsu lingers outside of the teachers’ joint office, kicking his foot against the floor. Most of the staff has already left, and the dwindlers left are the students participating in clubs. Mr. Ōnamazu is the only one sitting at his desk, hunched over a stack of papers with a red pen. He only looks up when Zenitsu quietly clears his throat.

“Ah, Zenitsu! I didn’t notice you there,” Mr. Ōnamazu says. He beckons Zenitsu into the office with a wave of his hand and sets the stack of papers to the side. “Now, you said you wanted to discuss Lolita?”

Now that he’s standing next to where Mr. Ōnamazu sits, Zenitsu’s eye home in on his thighs spill over the cushion on the office chair. Somehow, his ass looks even more plump sitting like that.

Oh, Christ.

“Would you like to sit, Zenitsu?” Mr. Ōnamazu asks, but he’s already moving to get off his own chair as he does so.

Zenitsu quickly waves his hands, nearly begging for his teacher to sit back down, and then he kneels to the ground. He could take another teacher’s chair, but it would just feel wrong. Plus, looking up at Mr. Ōnamazu from this angle…

He swallows.

“Actually,” Zenitsu starts, his voice no more than a pathetic croak, “I wanted to ask you something.”

“Yes, you said you were too embarrassed to ask during class.” Mr. Ōnamazu cocks his head at him. “Are you sure you feel comfortable enough to ask me?”

Now that Zenitsu is finally here, basically being confronted about it, he isn’t so sure. Still, he’s made it this far. Clenching and unclenching his fists on the tops of his thighs, Zenitsu focuses on the lace of Mr. Ōnamazu’s shoe.

“Mr. Ōnamazu…. Did you really tell the truth when I asked you why you chose Lolita for Literature?”

“What exactly do you mean, Zenitsu?”

He keeps calling Zenitsu by name. He couldn’t be doing it on purpose, could he?

“Zenitsu… You don’t think that I chose Lolita because of you, do you?”

Zenitsu sucks in a breath but doesn’t say anything.

“Zenitsu, look at me.”

Before he realizes what he’s doing, Zenitsu tilts his chin up and meets Mr. Ōnamazu’s steady gaze. The usual kind, warm glow is gone; instead, they’re steely, cold.

“How pathetic,” Mr. Ōnamazu murmurs.

An electric shock traverses Zenitsu’s spine, leaves him jumping in his spot.

“You think I don’t notice you staring? You always get this dumb look on your face. Aren’t you going to say something, Zenitsu?”

His tongue darts across his lips. Zenitsu can’t believe his ears. Mr. Ōnamazu has no goddamn right talking to him like this, but Zenitsu likes it. His heartbeat quickens, his breathing turns heavy, and the heat soaring in his lower abdomen – it’s too much.

A foot reaches out and presses directly against Zenitsu’s groin. He gasps at the light pressure digging into his cock, and his hands shoot out and wrap themselves around Mr. Ōnamazu’s ankle. He doesn’t push him away, no, he holds Mr. Ōnamazu tighter, a silent beg of please don’t move.

“Do I have to talk to you like you’re some dog?” Mr. Ōnamazu continues. His murmur seems so gentle, yet the ice creeping below the surface is hard to miss. “Speak, puppy.”

“I-I thought you chose it because of me,” Zenitsu admits, his voice just as soft as Mr. Ōnamazu’s. “I thought…”

“You thought what?”

“…I thought you liked me.” Zenitsu’s voice is barely above a whisper at this point. Any other time, it would go unheard, but since the two of them are alone, Mr. Ōnamazu can hear it perfectly clear.

Mr. Ōnamazu quirks an eyebrow. “Oh?”

Again, Zenitsu swallows. Slowly, he shuffles forward, keeping Mr. Ōnamazu’s foot against his crotch all the while. Another sharp inhale passes through his lips when Mr. Ōnamazu digs his foot in.

“I like you, Mr. Ōnamazu,” Zenitsu tells him, his head landing on Mr. Ōnamazu’s lap. It’s much softer than Zenitsu always thought it would be. Taking in a deep breath, he can smell the faint traces of Mr. Ōnamazu’s choice of soap and laundry detergent, but then there’s something… musky.

The weight of a hand drops onto the crown of Zenitsu’s head. Mr. Ōnamazu combs his fingers through the shaggy blond locks, his fingernails scraping lightly against Zenitsu’s scalp. “Oh, Zenitsu… What am I to do with a sweet boy like you?”

The simple praise causes something to stir in Zenitsu’s gut. He discreetly ruts against Mr. Ōnamazu’s foot, his face drawing closer to the latter’s groin. The musky scent grows and Mr. Ōnamazu’s foot moves, grinding down against Zenitsu’s cock. A tiny moan slips from his mouth, his eyelids drooping.

His mouth waters. Mr. Ōnamazu’s cock is right there, right in front of his face, and Zenitsu wants nothing more than to feel its weight against his tongue. The sheer size of Mr. Ōnamazu’s thighs encasing either side of Zenitsu’s head fuels his degenerative thoughts; it’d be so easy for them to squeeze the life out of him, choke him until he’s begging for air…

Mr. Ōnamazu’s tits jiggle as his chest heaves. Besides the blush on his face, his expression barely shows a thing. Fuck, would Zenitsu be allowed to put his mouth on them? He wants his hands to be full of the plump flesh, to leave dark marks in places only known to him. He wants Mr. Ōnamazu.

“Sir, can I please,” Zenitsu pants. He feebly paws at Mr. Ōnamazu’s inner thighs. “I want to suck your cock…”

Finally, finally, Mr. Ōnamazu’s façade cracks. Nodding his head, he shoos Zenitsu away and draws to a stand. He quickly undoes his pants, lets them drops to his ankles. Zenitsu watches in a daze, not really paying to the fact that Mr. Ōnamazu took off his pants rather than just whipping his dick out. His hips, his thighs, his ass, they’re all so overwhelming, but fuck if Zenitsu doesn’t them to crush his skull. He dives in, not giving Mr. Ōnamazu another chance to move. He mouths Mr. Ōnamazu’s crotch, his tongue lapping at the stripe of wetness-

Zenitsu’s brain short circuits. Instead of the hard outline of a cock, his lips met the soft, plump lips of a pussy… Zenitsu moans, his cock kicking in his trousers. The front of them is already a wet mess, but he pays it little mind. Mr. Ōnamazu’s boxer briefs are thin, and they do very little to hide the fact that he does, in fact, have a vagina. The sticky cloth clings to the puffy lips. Zenitsu tucks his nose straight against the slit and breathes, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

He urges Mr. Ōnamazu to take a seat, his hands peeling away the offending article of clothing. Mr. Ōnamazu’s pussy lips are coated with sweet, sweet slick; Zenitsu dives in, clutching at Mr. Ōnamazu’s deliciously thick hips while his tongue laps at his core.

Mr. Ōnamazu curses under his breath, his fingers finding purchase in Zenitsu’s hair and holding on tightly. Zenitsu eats like a man starved, brain devoid of any thoughts as he desperately licks and sucks at the treat before him. He gropes the thick thighs squeezing around his head, his cock leaking more and more the further they smother him.

Zenitsu, being the master that he is, has read enough erotic manga and watched enough porn to have a general idea of what to do. His lips wrap tightly around that little bud, and his fingers take the place where his tongue was.

Praise after praise spills from Mr. Ōnamazu’s mouth. He shamelessly grinds his pussy against Zenitsu’s face, his breath catching in his throat the closer he reaches to his climax. Zenitsu nearly creams in his pants when Mr. Ōnamazu lets out a high-pitched whine, his thighs suffocating Zenitsu further as he cums. Zenitsu frantically laps at the leaking wetness, his eyelids fluttering.

After a few moments, Mr. Ōnamazu finally spreads his legs and lets Zenitsu go from his grasp. His pink, sweaty face makes his eyes shine, and his reading glasses are delightfully fogged up.

“Does… that… answer your question?” Mr. Ōnamazu asks as he catches his breath.

Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, Zenitsu gradually nods. “Yes, sir.”

“Good, good…”

“Mr. Ōnamazu?”

“Yes?”

“Do you think we can have another private lesson sometime soon?”

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"I was interested in the story of Ōnamazu, a giant catfish said to live beneath the islands of Japan, whose head is located about fifty-three miles northeast of Tokyo at a place called Kashima. The catfish is pinned into place by the Shintō god Takemikazuchi, but when the god dozes off or becomes distracted by a cup of sake, the catfish moves, the ground trembles, and the ocean occasionally revolts in the form of a tsunami. Today there is still a shrine at Kashima, and the tip of Takemikazuchi’s pole protrudes out of the earth.

I went to see the sacred spear and wrote about it for a magazine, but the story was rejected. It was too weird and too specific and too hard to relate to, the editor said, and in the end I wrote the classically digestible story that Asian women are often asked to write, about my relationship with my mother and the natural Japanese landscapes in my illustrated childhood journals...

In the years that followed, when I mentioned the catfish and the shrine I was often asked by Westerners, 'Do modern-day Japanese believe in the catfish?' It’s true the mascot for the Japanese earthquake warning system is a cartoon catfish. Once, when I was visiting Japan, a bullet train I was riding stopped completely and the lights went out. Around me in the dark — we were in a tunnel — cell phones lit up with little gleaming catfish logos, and people whispered, 'Jishin da.' 'It is an earthquake.' A moment later, our voyage continued.

But no, I am not sure the Japanese ever 'believed' in a giant catfish under the earth in the way that people — and by this I mean Western people — mean when they ask the question.

So while I don’t actually know anyone in Japan who would believe in the great catfish, I do know many who might visit the shrine and pay their respects to Takemikazuchi, who pins the catfish to the earth’s core. They would do this, and they would also be grateful for the modern design of Tokyo skyscrapers that allows buildings to sway safely — 'like a ship,' an attendant in a hotel once said to me cheerfully, as we looked out the window of my twenty-third-floor room in Tokyo. They would pray to the god Takemikazuchi not because they actually believe that he exists but because to do so puts them in the habit and the mindset of focusing on the earth and disaster, and on planning to keep each other safe.

Would that we, too, could see ourselves as participating in a story in which caring for the earth is not only desirable but also possible...

Ōnamazu, the giant catfish, became particularly popular as a subject for woodblock print artists after the Ansei earthquake in 1855, which was exceptionally cruel to the city of Edo, the old name for modern-day Tokyo. In some of the prints, he’s crying as he is scolded by humans who have lost their homes due to his subterranean twitching. In some cases, Takemikazuchi is removed from his powerful position and replaced by Amaterasu — the sun goddess, whose radiant power would be so inspiring to Japan’s fascist movement three generations later. In yet other prints, merchants and carpenters rejoice because the wide-scale destruction of Edo has brought them wealth in the form of new contracts for construction.

The catfish Ōnamazu is thus a troublemaker, but also a great equalizer. 'In the larger scheme of things,' writes the scholar Gregory Smits, 'many residents of Edo regarded the Ansei earthquake as a purposeful attempt by the cosmic forces to rectify a society out of balance.' Given that Ōnamazu played a part in this 'equalizing,' should we see him as good or bad?

Recently, I taught a class to my MFA students on Japanese story structure. We began with fairy tales and children’s stories, then read English translations of contemporary novels. I explained that Judeo-Christian notions of evil aren’t generally present in these books the way they are in the West. Ōnamazu is part of this framework and shouldn’t be considered some leviathan we need to kill in order to put an end to earthquakes. I would write that his power is 'dual,' except even to use that word would be incorrect. His power is multifaceted, and therefore to think of stopping or conquering him would be the wrong way to relate to the catfish altogether. It is this multifaceted quality that can feel weird to Westerners visiting a sacred space in Japan. I mean, what exactly is happening at Kashima Shrine?...

Sometimes when I talk to audiences about the differences between Japanese and Western fairy tales, someone — usually a mother — will ask me, 'How do you keep your child from being scared?'... [Today] I say, 'You don’t.' Because I am now very clear: disaster is endemic to the structure of the world in which we live.

Things should scare us...

The ghosts are there, the thirteen [Japanese] words [for] nature are there, the giant catfish is still there — not because the people who conjured them lack intellect, but because these things are wisdom. To paraphrase the writer Bruno Latour, we have never been modern people who escaped nature and our human nature.

It is true that we need a new framework for stories — one that can amplify our imaginations and teach us how to relate to one another and the natural world so that we might, going forward, avoid the superfires which have caused and will no doubt continue to cause severe destruction.

We train ourselves to 'wipe out' plagues and 'defeat' enemies. But assuaging the metaphoric giant catfish will require us to do more than think in polar opposites. It is less the relationship with 'ancient Japan' from which I think we need to borrow — less the animism of Shintō — and more the flexibility that gave rise to the animism in the first place. Envisioning Ōnamazu will require us to be adaptable, to find the part of our imagination that can go from one to thirteen. We will need to look again at the stories that have long been with us and long been around us to begin to fashion new ones. We will need not only new stories but perhaps also new words to build those stories that will allow us to see the world again."

- Marie Mutsuki Mockett, from "Thirteen to One: New Stories for an Age of Disaster"

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