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the shape of water. // giran- or, k. okuta

- as a barmaid at a seaside tavern, your life had become one of misery at the hands of rowdy men and a cruel employer. in a stroke of luck, the most feared man of the seas turns out to be exactly what you were needing. pirate!giran, fem reader. 6k+ words.

- nsfw. minors dni. content/warnings: rough sex, oral sex (male and female receiving), praise, name-calling, creampie, mentions of unwanted sexual advances, swearing, and a soft ending. i got a little carried away there.

a/n: this isn’t my first time writing smut, but posting it feels like i’m exposing all of my weirdest kinks and fetishes for yall to make weird faces at. yes im in therapy already, get off my DICK!!!!!! and did i name this after the fishfucker movie? you’re damn right i did. happy pride, fellow fishfuckers

The seaside port town you lived in was known for three things: brothels, booze, and pirates. You’d been lucky enough throughout your life to have avoided the former, but it wasn’t uncommon for unruly folk to treat barmaids and brothel workers all the same. It didn’t help that it was one of the hottest nights of the year with a tavern packed full of patrons, forcing the first three buttons of your thinnest blouse undone with sleeves rolled up to your elbows. For men who’d only seen water for weeks at a time, it was enough to send an unwarranted message, and enough to not be spared gropes to your backside every time you delivered a pint.

Your employer noticed, and he didn’t quite care, so long as you didn’t complain. He spent the night behind the bar serving drinks where he couldn’t be reached by searching hands. But nights like these were too busy to resent him- the tips you earned were enough to keep you occupied.

Only about half of your patrons were ever townspeople. Many were traders, others fishermen or soldiers on their way to distant shores. But it was the hottest nights like these, where the waters were infested with opportunity, that pirates stumbled their way into your tavern.

Pirates were rowdy and brash with near-empty pockets and gold pierced into their ears and noses. The beer rivers never stopped running for them until they stumbled out of the door in the morning, every last coin wasted on it. You’d always heard their songs and chants and thought of it all as roaring. The other patrons grogged and shouted, but pirates always had something interesting to say, you’d gathered over the years. Stories from far away lands. Lands that you’d nearly gathered enough money to escape to.

There were a few dotted around the crowded tables from crews you couldn’t recall. You found yourself hovering around one in particular, with men who ranted and flirted but kept their palms away from your skirts. Their “leader” was a man with a thick, ale-dirtied beard and crows’ feet at his eyes. He’d been kind enough to tip you a few coins already, even as the night was young (in pirates’ standards, anyway). You set down another pint for one of his men just as he was finishing a story of his you hadn’t yet heard.

“...An’ the whale came up on the other side with a harpoon lodged innit from one of them wellermen ships, so Haru jumped in and wretched it from its back, the mad bastard!” His hooked accent grew even stronger as he continued to drink.

“Was it a big one?” You asked, wiping your hands on your apron.

“By the Mights, girlie, bigger than you’ve ever seen! Was longer than my ship, it was!” He laughed, and you smiled along with him as you lingered at the table.

You got so caught up in thoughts of whales and harpoons that you hardly noticed the hush that settled across the tavern until it rang in your ears. Turning to the doors out of instinct, you found yourself perplexed to see a grey-haired pirate standing there- one that had caught the eye of the whole room.

The pirate took slow steps into the tavern with a languid smirk, and you turned to the man at your side. You whispered, “Pardon, but who’s that?”

“That be the Captain Giran,” The man muttered back after a moment, turning to meet your eye. The name certainly rang a bell. He was only one of the most wanted pirates in the smuggling game, after all. “He’s a dangerous man, that one. You’d best be quick with his business if you know what’s good for you, girlie.”

“Oh,” you breathed, looking at the pirate over your shoulder. A man fled from his booth as Captain Giran approached, to which he sat down alone while his crew roared elsewhere. He looked at you. Your gaze fled back to the bearded man. “I’ll keep that close. Thank you, gentlemen.”

You made your way to the bar, where your employer was standing at the end, waiting for you. He had a pint ready for when you arrived.

“Take this to the Captain. Don’t charge ‘im ‘til the next one, and don’t fuck up or I’ll sell ‘im your ass in recompense.”

“Yes, sir.”

That threat wasn’t foreign to your boss, but he’d never said it with such intensity. You prayed that Captain Giran didn’t ask you to bed, because you’d have to flee inland just to say no.

You held the pint close to your chest, and spun around to face the room. The captain was just across the room in his shady booth. Slouched, ring-cladden fingers tapping against the table. His eye met yours again. His lips drew into another smirk, and you went still. He bled confidence and authority. It was having an effect on you that you weren’t quite sure you were ready to admit to. He was also somehow scary enough to make you shake in your shoes.

You’d once heard a story about Captain Giran. It had something to do with a raid and a rich kingdom, but those details paled in comparison to the part where he’d hacked every limb from a naval officer’s body and used him as shark bait. It certainly said enough about his character to have you on edge as you started weaving through the crowd to his table. He didn’t tear his gaze from you as you got closer- raking down your body with little discretion, and thoroughly pleased by it, if that look told you anything.

He was leaning back in his dark booth, captain’s hat resting on the table in front of him and a cigarette between his worn fingers. He wasn’t as old as you’d thought he’d be, but he was at least twice your age. Silver hair, an open white shirt, and a pair of pants that fit his pelvis tight enough to catch your attention. He looked at you over a red-tinted pair of glasses and took a drag of his cigarette. You’d been so lost, you could feel the smoke in your lungs.

No one groped you on your way to his table, but their eyes were still certainly on the drink in your hand and the direction you were headed in. It didn’t do much to calm your nerves. You held your breath and kept the pint from shaking as you stopped at the edge of his table.

You set the pint down and cleared your throat. “It’s on the house. Enjoy your night, sir.”

“You seem awfully young for a place like this, little lady.” He took another drag and raked his eyes again over your body. You folded your hands in front of you. “Are you a slave?”

“N...No, sir. I’m employed here.” You swallowed. He smirked.

Captain Giran tilted his head to the spot next to him. “Come and sit, sugar.”

Your hands twitched, body half-turning back to the room. “I, uh, I have to keep working-”

“I’ll pay your bills for your company.”

“I’m not a whore.”

“I didn’t say you were.”

Your mouth snapped shut. With pounding ears and heavy breaths, the only world that existed was that of the shady booth you’d cleaned a thousand times before, seen a thousand men sit in, and the only man big enough to occupy it was him. He was big enough to pull you in, like the Earth to the moon, and as you settled beside him at the table, the only thing you could think of was how pleasant his cologne was, and how you hadn’t realized pirates cared for fine perfumes.

“There’s a girl,” He grinned, resting his arm atop the booth behind you. He folded one leg over the other and turned his body towards you. “And how kind of you to bring me a drink. Unfortunate, I’m not too thirsty, tonight.”

“Then why did you come to a tavern?” You gritted.

“Well, I was thirsty before, but you’ve got me quite satiated, now.” He laughed and brought the cigarette again to his lips before snuffing it in his ashtray. You’d dished that right out for him, you supposed. “Have you got a name, little lady?”

“Yessir.”

“Don’t call me “sir.” Try Kagero. Come on, now, let me hear you say it, doll.” His fingers started to trace your blouse sleeve from where they hung over the booth behind you. You clenched your hands in your lap, unable to look anywhere else.

“Kagero,” You muttered. “Kagero. I didn’t think the notorious pirate captain actually had a name, for some reason.”

“Even the worst men have names, sugar. Keeps them from becoming demons.”

“Demons have names, too.”

“Demons have titles, and capacity for mercy.”

You met his eye. “And you are merciful?”

“Quite.” He reached for the beer and settled his arm again around you, sipping from it. “Sailors tend to leave those parts of the stories out, though. Much less rousing than the bloodshed.”

“Well...do you wish to be seen as merciful, Kagero?”

He set his beer down with a sigh. Barely an inch had been drunk from it. “Only in daydreams. The infamy keeps me safe and busy. Spares my men the trouble of raids, too.” He gestured at the pint. “Care for some?”

“No thanks. Sobriety keeps me safe.”

Your eyes met again. His were pink. It comforted you, knowing that his cheeks weren’t; there was charm in a man as sober as yourself. The fingers running at your blouse sleeves weren’t too horrid, either, nor was the smell of him. Your gaze drifted to the pistol at his belt, then further inward at his pelvis again, and swiftly back to your own lap.

“I never got that name, sugar. Unless you’re a demon yourself?” His voice dropped at the last part. Your head dropped, and you found yourself looking at his pelvis again. Those trousers were too tight to be proper.

“I’m just a barmaid,” you mumbled, “and my name is Y/n.”

“Well, Y/n, I’d reckon there’s more to you than this dastardly tavern. Are you married?”

“Uhm, no.”

“Got a suitor, then?” He asked.

“I’m quite free at the moment, actually.” You bit down on your cheek.

“Who takes care of you, then?”

“I take care of myself. Why do you ask so many questions?” You looked at him. His gaze was dark over the brim of his glasses, his smile playful.

He slid his arm just a bit tighter around you, and his eyes fell to your lips. “I’m just wondering what such a pretty young thing like you is doing in a place crawling with filthy men like me.”

“You’re not filthy, Kagero.”

“How can you be so sure?”

He was dishing it out for you. All you had to do was say something sly and you’d be in those awfully tight trousers of his. You’d wanted men and women in such a way before, but you’d never acted on any urges, or even tried. But you knew enough of yourself to know wanting, and you wanted this man more than you’d wanted anyone else in your life. If there was any time to waste your purity, this was better than anything, and the heat beneath your skirts seemed to agree.

“Well...the night is long enough for a demonstration or two. Just so I can be sure you aren’t filthy like the others.”

He chuckled, and his head dipped to mumble by your ear: “I’m sorry to disappoint, sugar, but I’m a bit filthier than you might have hoped. But I can be clean and perfect if you want me to. Just for you.”

“I don’t want you to be clean.” You found his thigh and gripped it. His hand settled over your own as his thumb rubbed circles into your knuckles. “I just want you to be good to me.”

“I’ll do whatever you want, sugar. You deserve to be cared for. I don’t intend on neglecting you, however you’ll have me.” He pressed a kiss into your neck. His hand rubbed your thigh over your skirts, and travelled dangerously upward.

“I don’t…” You swallowed. “...I don’t want you to be gentle, either.”

“Dirty girl,” He tsked. Kagero breathed into your neck, “We should book a room. I’m sure your boss wouldn’t mind.”

You looked up in search of your boss, and found a tavern peering at the both of you instead. You swallowed and nodded. The heat between your legs was becoming unbearable.

“To be fair, as long as you aren’t hanging him from the side of your ship, I’m certain my boss will be delighted.” Kagero let out a boisterous laugh and grabbed his hat, and you giggled as you slid out from the booth. He took a firm grip of your side and tugged you close as you sauntered up towards the counter. For a moment, you basked in being a pirate’s sidepiece, being ogled by all the other men in the room (whether for jealousy for you or envy of Giran, it didn’t matter), but as you approached the counter, you were once again an underpaid barmaid, under the scrutiny of her boss.

Your boss cleared his throat with a furrowed brow, and your gaze instinctively looked elsewhere. But as Kagero’s hand slid down to grope dangerously close to your ass, you were reminded of who you were with.

“Is there something I can do for you, sir?” Your boss asked Kagero.

You cleared your throat. “We’ll take the suite.”

He glared, but straightened up when Kagero barked, “Hurry it up, shitface. I haven’t got all night.”

Your boss turned and scrambled for the room key. He set it on the counter and disappeared into the backroom. You giggled as Kagero took the key and flipped it back and forth between his fingers.

“Thank you, Kagero,” You said, leaning into him as you led him to the stairs in a dark corner of the tavern. “I’ve always been so caught up in trying to keep a job that I’ve never been able to confront him like that.”

“Don’t worry about it, sugar. He’s the last thing I want you worrying about tonight.”

You led him to the suite, a room you’d cleaned countless times, but as you stood in the center of it, you had lost all the confidence you’d had while sitting with Kagero at the booth. He locked the door, and your arms wrapped around your middle as he ambled towards you.

“I can leave it unlocked, if you want,” He said, setting his hat on a table as he approached.

“No, no, it’s better that way…” You looked down at his boots. He lifted your chin with his finger. He’d discarded his glasses.

“If you want to stop, you need to tell me.”

“...Thank you,” You replied. You glanced at the bed behind you and took a wavered breath while reaching behind your back to your corset. “Uhm, I suppose you want me undressed…”

“No.” He took your wrists in his hands. He brought one of them to his mouth and mumbled into it, “I’ll have whatever you want. So what do you want from me, sugar?”

“Can you- I saw once...when I was walking past the brothels, uhm- he was...he had his mouth down there…”

“You want me to eat out your pretty pussy, sugar? Is that what you want?” He tugged you closer and moved his lips to your neck. You gasped as he began to lick and suck at the crook of your neck. Your hips began moving along his thigh, and he propped out his knee for you. “Look at you. We’ve barely started and you’re already whoring yourself out over the thought of it. Do you do this for other filthy men, too?”

“I- I’ve never done this for any man, filthy or- or not-” You shoved your face in his shoulder, cheeks burning as you ground yourself harder into his thigh.

“Oh, sugar…” He groaned. “...are you sure you want it rough?”

“Yes, yes please…” With one hand digging into his shirt, the other started hiking up your skirts to rub bare skin on his leg, but he stopped you with a laugh and hands undoing the strings of your corset.

“Just let me take care of you, dollface. We’ll get to that in a bit.”

“You said I could have whatever I wanted-”

“-and you will, but I’ll need you to stop acting like such a slut, first.” You whined, almost crying, and he finished undoing the laces of your corset with a grin. His length poked at you through his trousers, and you dug your hands in his shirt to keep from grabbing at it. “There’s a good girl. You’re gonna need to stop grinding on me to get this dress off, sweetheart.”

You huffed, but reached around to untie your apron and let it fall to the floor before loosening the back of your dress. Giran stepped back as your gown fell to the floor, eyeing your bare chest.

You moved to cover it, but his arms again shot out and grabbed your wrists. “I want to see all of you. Take those petticoats off, now. I want to see what you’ve been saving for me.”

Your cunt throbbed at that, and you rushed to do as you were told, untying your petticoats from the back and letting them fall to the floor. Kagero let out what almost sounded like a growl as he grabbed you by the hips and pulled you towards him until your nipples brushed against his shirt. He took you by the chin.

He asked, “You ever kissed anyone, sugar?”

“Yes,” You breathed.

“You ever kissed anyone like me?”

You shook your head.

“Do you want to kiss me?”

“Yes- yes, please.”

He laughed and nearly crashed your lips together. He didn’t waste time putting his tongue in your mouth, and all you could taste was smoke. It was addictive. You pressed yourself into him again, trying to answer the throbbing between your thighs, but he pulled away.

“Don't get carried away, sweetheart. I’ll take care of you. Get on the bed, now. Open those pretty legs for me.”

You pulled away and climbed onto the creaking bed, head propped against the headboard on top of a pillow. Kagero’s hands moved to the first button of his loose shirt, and he began to undo them one by one with his eyes trained on your core. From what you could see in his trousers, he was big, and the button of his pants looked ready to pop off with how hard he was. You couldn’t help but slide a hand down to your cunt at the sight.

“Dirty girl. Can’t control yourself for five seconds, can you?” He grinned, reaching the last of his buttons and pulling his shirt out from where it’d been tucked into his pants. As it fell to the floor, your eyes widened at his tattooed arms- full sleeves with designs crawling onto his soft pecs. Your cunt throbbed even harder.

After removing his boots, he climbed onto the bed with his trousers on and ran his hands up your trembling legs, avoiding the spot where you needed him most. “Hands at your sides, girlie. I’ve got you from here.”

You obeyed with a whine, and he chuckled. His hands grabbed at the meat of your thighs obscenely as if they were toys for his own pleasures, and rubbed teasingly at the crease of your legs and your pelvis, grazing the hair there. “This is where you want me, doll?”

You nodded, clawing at the sheets. “Yes, please.”

“Lovely manners. I don’t even have to ask if you deserve my mouth. You’ve been such a good girl for me.” He laid on his stomach and brought his mouth so close to your cunt you could feel his breath, pinning your legs open with strong arms. “I wanna hear you ask for it, though. Nicely. Don’t be shy, now.”

“Kagero, please- please eat me out. I need it, Kagero, please…”

“Very good, pretty girl.”

He wasted no time in licking a stripe up your cunt, then latching onto your clit and bombarding it with his tongue. You would have flown off the sheets if he weren’t pinning you down. He groaned into your pussy and lapped at it like a man starved. Your hand shot out to comb into his hair, not tugging, but enough to press him deeper.

He moaned and slid a finger into your dripping cunt. You gasped, back arching off the sheets, and he continued to groan into your clit. He began to suck at it, adding another finger, and you took it so easily. He pumped them in and out of you slowly, torturously.

“Kagero, Kagero please-” You didn’t even know what you were begging for, but you pleaded and moaned and just nearly cried. It was better than you’d dreamed off, better than any time you’d touched yourself, and you didn’t even have his cock, yet.

You were close, and you were sure he could tell, as he sped up his fingers and added a third as he abused your clit and lapped at your cunt. You could feel your orgasm coming and building, ineffable and right there, and he fucked your cunt even harder with his fingers. “-fuck, Kagero, I can’t, I’m close-”

“Cum for me, pretty girl, cum on my face,” He groaned, and you did, crying as your back nearly broke in arching and your cunt spasmed under his abuse. His mouth and his fingers didn’t stop until your orgasm was more than over. Your clit was sore and puffy when he finally pulled away, and you felt more empty than you’d ever had when his fingers left you.

You collapsed onto the pillows, arms thrown above your head as you panted. After a long minute, you opened your eyes to the ceiling, then moved them downward as Kagero moved to sit on his knees.

There was a wet spot on his pants where his cock had leaked excessively. Kagero grinned and pulled at his waistband, showing it off. “That’s all for you, dolly. You still want it?”

“Yeah…” You panted, sitting up slowly. “Can...Can I-?”

“Yeah, you can. I’m all yours, honey.”

You looked up at him through your lashes, and his hands fell to his sides as you gently grabbed his waistband. You thumbed at the button and bit your lip. You eyed his cock. It was big just looking at it through his trousers. And it was all for you. You’d made the mess in his pants, you’d made him this hard, and all just from eating out your pussy. It already had your cunt heating up again.

You unbuttoned his trousers. You began to pull them down, and no sooner did his cock spring out, almost hitting you in the face. Just the sight of it made you start to pant, again.

“Do you wanna try suckin’ on it, sweetheart?” He smirked, running a hand along his cheek. “It’s okay if it’s too big.”

“No, I...I want to. I do.” You swallowed and grabbed it at the base, eyeing the heavy balls hanging with need. “Can- can you stand up? I want to kneel.”

“You’re a real nasty girl, huh? Bet you envy those girls down in the brothels, all down on their knees for filthy men.” He climbed off the bed, and you scrambled to the floor after him, taking him again in your hand as the wood clawed into your knees. It only served to make your core hotter.

“I’d only wanna be one of them if you were my customer,” You grinned, pumping his cock. He groaned. “I’d only get on my knees for you, even as filthy as you are.”

He laughed, and you smiled before licking a stripe up his cock. His hand settled on the back of your neck, not pushing, just resting. His cock was heady and heavy in your hand and on your tongue. Just the smell made your head spin with want. You licked and pumped at him again, over and over, until you couldn’t resist taking him in your mouth.

He was thick, and as hard as it was to take him, you almost cried in joy at the way he filled your mouth. Kagero reminded you to watch your teeth, and you did so with pride, taking him as deep as you could, back and forth on his cock, licking the underside as much as you could. It was certainly not the best blowjob in the world, you were sure, but he groaned and praised you like it was, calling you a good girl and telling you that’s it, dollface, take it for me.

It wasn’t long before he pulled you off his cock and gripped his base, panting above you. “Holy hell, girlie, you’ve got me about to bust.”

“I wanna make you cum, Kagero, please!” You said, batting the tears from the corners of your eyes. Taking him had nearly made you cry with how big it was, but you wanted nothing more than to put his cock back in your mouth. However, he had other plans.

“If I cum now, I won’t be able to fuck you for a while. I’m not as young as I used to be. You want me to fuck you, right, dirty girl?” He brushed your hair out of your eyes and swiped your tears with his thumb. You nodded, fingers grabbing at his thighs. “Get back on the bed for me, then.”

“But- uhm, I don’t...I don’t want it on the bed, Kagero.”

He frowned. “Then where do you want it, sweetheart?”

You swallowed and looked over to the table where Kagero had set his hat down earlier, then looking back up at him expectantly. “I- uh, I want you to...to bend me over it, please.”

“Over the table? Are you sure?”

You nodded. “I want you to take me like a pirate would.”

He seemed almost surprised before he smiled, running his hand along your cheek before helping you to your feet. “Don’t keep your captain waiting then, sweetheart.” He gave a lewd slap to your ass that made you giggle, of all things, and you scrambled to the table.

As you bent over the edge of it, exposing yourself to the cool air and the pirate behind you, your core again erupted with heat and slick as if he hadn’t thrown your back out eating your pussy just ten minutes ago. And as he stepped up behind you, his cock resting heavy between your cheeks and his breath on your neck, a word came to mind: perfect. This was what you needed, how it was meant to be. Bent over a table like a bitch in heat with a filthy, dirty, caring man behind you to make you his. He ground his dick into your ass and pressed heated, gentle kisses into your neck, and there wasn’t a better place in the world to be.

“Are you sure this is how you want it, sweetheart?” He took your chin and turned your head to look at him from over your shoulder. There was a flame in his eyes, but he held you so kindly, so properly, that you hadn’t a fear at all.

“I’m sure,” You breathed, grinding back into him. “I’m ready.”

Kagero smiled and placed a kiss to your lips before standing straight, slicking his cock with precum and spit and lining himself up. His tip pressed into your core, and slowly, he eased it in.

“That’s it…” He groaned. You bit your arm at the strange intrusion, aching as he continued inching inward with an odd fullness settling into your cunt as he went. Soon, his hips met yours, and you let out the breath you’d been holding.

“Alright, sweetheart?” He asked, draping himself again over your back. You nodded.

“Just...stay there…” You answered, taking a breath. He felt even bigger inside than you’d imagined he would. It hurt until it didn’t, and after a long minute, you moved your hips back, piercing yourself even further onto him with a moan. “Oh, fuck…”

“How’s it feel, dirty girl? Full, yet?”

“You’re so big…” You answered, moving your hips slowly back and forth. “Move. Move, please.”

“Simmer down there, sweetheart. I’m gonna give you all the cock you need, don’t worry.” His hands stilled your hips. He started to rock back and forth steadily, slow enough that you could feel your insides collapse where his cock had been and open up again as he fucked you. You whined and moaned and quietly begged, but didn’t even consider changing his pace until you were nearly crying, impatient.

“You want more, sweetheart?”

“Yeah, please, please give me more, Kagero, I need it,” You whined, your eyes clenching shut as he laughed.

“Alright there, sweetheart. You’ve been a good girl. Hold onto the table for me, now.” With that, he snapped his hips back into your sopping, aching cunt, and wasted no time plunging in again, and again, and so many countless times after you began to lose count. He was grunting praises into your ear as he pinned your shoulders down, taking you just like you wanted, just like you deserved. You almost squealed as he fucked you relentlessly into the table. Your pelvis began to grind against the smooth wood, grinding on your clit.

“There’s a good girl,” He moaned. His balls slapped against your cunt, his thrusts so heavy that the table banged repeatedly into the wall, letting everyone in the tavern know just how good he was treating you, just how good you were getting dicked down by the most dangerous man on the seas. He grabbed at the flesh of your ass like he owned it, and with how good we was fucking you, he might as well have.

“Kagero, fuck, please- please, Kagero, it’s so much,” You cried, tears gathering in your eyes as your sopping pussy squelched around his cock, over and over. You could feel yourself getting close, and he made no move to slow down as you neared your peak. “Oh Gods, Kagero, I’m gonna cum, you’re gonna make me cum, Captain!”

He moaned into your neck, “Say it again, baby, call me Captain-”

“Captain, Giran, fuck me, fuck me harder, I’m so close Kagero-”

“Cum for me, babygirl, cum on my cock,” He gritted, pressing his whole body into you and pounding impossibly harder. You were shouting and crying and moaning loud enough for the street to hear, and with his relentless thrusts, you were toppled over the edge, squirting on his cock with a scream. “Fuck- Kagero!”

He fucked you through your orgasm, and you were ready for him to cum inside you, needing him to, but instead, he slowed his pace and pulled out, again gripping the base of his cock and leaving you impossibly empty. Your cunt was still stretched in the shape of his dick when you looked over your shoulder at him.

“Why- why didn’t you cum?” You whined, lip nearly trembling in dejection. He spun you around on wobbly legs and pressed a heavy kiss to your lips.

“We’re not done yet, sweetheart. I let you have your fun on the table, and now I wanna fuck you like a proper man should. Just let me treat you right, sugar.” He pressed kisses into your temple, and you wrapped your hand around his cock to give him gentle tugs as you relished in it.

“You’ve already treated me so well…”

“And I can treat you even better. Come on, now, dollface, climb on the bed for me. On your back,” He muttered, hands rubbing your sides until you removed yourself to do as you were told. You nearly stumbled and fell on your way to the bed, your back already blown out, but not nearly having had enough. You laid on your back and watched him strip the last of his clothing away.

He climbed onto the bed and kissed again up your thighs, then up your tummy and grabbing gently at flesh along the way, until he finally reached your lips. You relaxed into him, nails running down his back, and as his wet cock pressed into you, your abused cunt began to heat up again. Not even on your wildest nights masturbating were you able to go again and again so quickly, so easy to rile up; it was as if Kagero had put a spell on you. Or maybe, he was just the thing that was missing from those nights. From your life.

“Such a pretty girl,” He cooed, lining himself up again and propping your legs over his built thighs. “So good for me. Do you want it again?”

“Yes…” You breathed, running a hand through his hair until it settled on his cheek. He flashed a grin just one tooth short, and you were sure that was the moment you knew you were gone for him.

“I’m gonna take you, now.” He pressed one last kiss to your lips before sliding in again, much easier this time. You moaned at the initial discomfort, but it was quick to melt again into pleasure. The tip of his cock kissed your womb with how deep he was able to reach.

Another kiss, and he began to move again, slower this time. His hands roamed over your body as he fucked you with such tenderness. One of his hands snaked down to your abused clit and rubbed at it until you were putty beneath him.

“Kagero…” You moaned, crying again, though more out of overwhelming emotion this time, and his other hand wiped your tears.

“You’re alright, sweet girl. I’ve got you.” He set a slow pace, deep and heavy, driving into you with languid strokes and soft groans into your ear.

“You’re so good, Kagero,” You moaned. He kissed your neck and moved faster. His cock was nearly throbbing inside of you, torturing himself as he withheld his release, just for you. He rubbed at your clit faster, and sucked a dark hickey into your neck, as if to claim you. The thought mde your cunt pound harder and clench around his cock.

“I’m already close, Kagero,” You moaned, wrapping your arms around him. His thrusts grew heavier.

“I’m close too, sweetheart. Where do you want it?”

“Inside, please, inside...”

“Oh, sweetheart…” He groaned.

“Cum with me, Kagero.”

He moved faster, pressing his mouth into yours as he brought both of you to the edge, his balls tightening before he finally spilled his cum inside of your cunt. The feeling of it splattering and sloshing against your womb sent you over the edge right after him, cumming for the third time that night, and holding him so close that your bodies nearly became one.

He spent the last of his seed in your cunt, and stayed there for a while longer with his face tucked into your neck, panting and relishing in you. Your fingers carded through his hair. When he pulled out, he did it slowly, and gently eased himself onto the bed next to you with a satisfied sigh.

“How was it? Was I too rough?” He breathed, maneuvering you both under the covers. You smiled and flopped your leg over his body, drawing him close. His arms wound around you.

“You were perfect, Kagero,” You grinned. “I couldn’t have asked for any better. Thank you.”

He pressed a kiss into your temple and looked up at the ceiling, you closing your eyes. For a moment, all was perfect in the world, but the rowdiness of the tavern below brought you back to reality. It seemed to do the same for him, too.

“I don’t suppose you’ll be going back?” He asked into the air. You sighed.

“I suppose I’ll have to, eventually. I’ll always need the money.”

“You’re saving for something, yeah?” You hummed in agreement. “What are you saving for?”

“A way out. Across the sea, surely. Anywhere but here.”

“No set destination in mind, though?” He asked, hopeful.

“No...no, I suppose not,” You replied. You’d been so focused on getting out that you hadn’t put full thought into where you’d go. You’d only focused on getting money for passage, and then enough to last you until you found permanent lodgings somewhere far away. You didn’t even know what kind of place you’d want to live in.

“You could come with me, you know,” He muttered, swallowing. “I could take you anywhere you’d want to go. I can show you the world and the stars beyond, if you wanted. Let you take some time to decide where you’d want to settle. All free of charge.”

Your chest lit up like fireworks. “I- really?” Your chest rose and fell with uncontrolled breaths. “I couldn’t possibly impose like that, you shouldn’t feel obligated.”

“There’s no obligation about it,” He admitted. “I just want you there.”

It was all so strange. You’d only just met that night, and you’d only bonded with him in (eventual) hopes of getting laid. And now, he was talking about a world with both of you in it, and your whole soul was telling you to be there, to go with him, and to be one. It was an unnatural sort of compulsion, but it felt right. It felt preordained.

“If you’ll have me...then I’d like to be wherever you are. I’d like to see the world as you see it.”

He smiled, his eyes closing. You breathed him in. He was all smoke and sweat, something surely vile, but to you, it was right. You pulled yourself further into his body, and he held you impossibly closer. You dreamed of oceans, and sparkling shores, and at the end of it all, was Kagero.

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tumblunni · 6 years

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What do you guys think about the names Dustin and Darcy for my protagonists in Let's Go?

Cos i really wanted to play the co op mode thing by myself, just so i can pretend this role in the plot is filled by two siblings and have a bit of fun roleplaying that. But i dunno yet how the co-op works and whether you'd be able to customize the avatar of the second player or if its just the default trainer? Or can you only play co-op if you have two separate games? Im planning to buy the other version anyway once i get more money, so it could be fun to play my first version with sibling one and then the second playthru is sibling two's turn to shine!

Oh and the whole reason i wanted to do this is cos i wanna try out the customization features to make some ocs now that there's no competitive online stuff unless you pay a subscription fee (LOL NO THANKS). Like..i always felt like i HAD to make my character me in xy/sumo/usum, otherwise its like lying online? But of course i cant actually make me because theres no nonbinary option or even remotely ambiguous outfits for either gender. And you cant have wild hair colours while i dye my hair 24/7 irl lol. Its silly cos like 95% of the gym leaders and other characters ingame have anime hair colours yet the player has to be normal? So yeah i cpuldnt really enjoy making this innacurate defanged version of myself yet i didnt feel like i was allowed to just make up a new character either. Closest i could do was give myself white hair like my old trainersona when i was 12, lol. I mean i guess thats my 'real hair colour' underneath the dye right now, if you think about it that way?

OH GOD PIKACHU CAN HAVE A LITTLE TUXEDO AND BOWLER HAT HOLY FUCK IM SORRY TO INTERRUPT THIS BUT I WAS WATCHING THE IGN REVIEW AND THEY SHOWED PIKA BOWLER HAT PLEASE GO GOOGLE THAT VIDEO JUST FOR THAT 1 SECOND OF NEW FOOTAGE OF MY BEAUTIFUL CLASSY BOYE

okay where was i

Yeah! I think sibling trainers could be a good and unique way to handle a rival! Like having them be your sibling already establishes that rivalry. But it can be a soft and nice rivalry! I wanna go with that fun version rather than the full on angry exaggerated sibling rivalries you often see in kids media. Like i know that some people legit dont get on with their siblings and some people can even have a very gary esque full on rivalry thats sorta 'love to hate' or like..tsundere pretending you hate them. But personally i never had experience with that, i can never relate to those 'tfw u hate ur sibling and theyre always an asshole but lolll u love them anyway' posts. I only got to live with my little sister for a little while due to the catastrophe of abusive parenthood that was my childhood, and i lost contact with her forever when she was very young so i doubt she'd even remember me. *sigh* But like i don't think i only love her so much because i miss her! People say newborns and toddlers are the most bratty so like you'd think if i was gonna ever find her 'annoying' i would have done it back then. I was always just mega proud of her and whenever she'd be 'bratty' i'd be cheering her on and trying to protect her from mom. And when she'd try and pull pranks on me or practise play-fighting or whatever i was just like 'lol thats legit funny' and taking play-falls so she felt better about herself. Like we didnt have much power in that household so i felt like encouraging her pretending to be a wrestler would help her feel like she had some sort of control in some part of her life i guess? And just i wished i was allowed to roughhouse and run around and be all 'unladylike' and just enjoy BEING A KID when i was a kid, yknow? I always had legit fun being with her and legit enjoyed it and was legit proud and legit never annoyed. I just dont understand 'yeah she's annoying but i love her anyway'. I was only ever her rival as a play-rival to help encourage her to like.. Enjoy the things she enjoyed. Feel like someone else cared. I only ever acted like 'ha ha baby stuff yeah sure i hate hanging out with my sister" cos i thought i was SUPPOSED TO. I always felt so guilty doing it and so dissappointed cos id rather hang out with her than be a boring stereotypical teen tbh. I dunno, maybe this isnt typical for siblings and its just a sign of how badly we were raised? I was just real fuckin lonely and absolutely loved having a family member who loved me for the first time since my grandma died. Same reason i always used to act all 'i am too cool i totally am not soft for my lil sister' around my lil sister's dad. I really wanted him to love me too! I used to say swear words at him cos i thougjt he would thibk i was Cool And Adult?? I have soooo many cringe moments from that phase of my childhood. Man it hurts to think that i never actually did get to become that positive influence that protected my sister from my mum and let her know she was loved. Cos i was sent to live with my dad when she was like 5ish? And never saw her again and now im too scared to try and reach out to her again because 1: she probably doesnt even remember me, 2: theres a chance she believes my mum saying i was some horrible asshole who abandoned the family, 3: even bigger chance that contacting her could mean my mum finding me again and big fuckin risk of further abuse. Plus the awkwardness of introducing my trans self when she'd remember me as her sister and all. Sigh! All i can do is hope that her cool dad eventually got custody of her, and that he didnt turn out to be a secret bastard like when i met my own dad. He seemed good, but then again i was just a lil kid and my dad seemed good at first. Sighhhhhh...

SO UMM YEAH WOW I MADE MYSELF SAD

Anyway the point is that whenever i write siblings i'd rather write 100% unapologetic super loving love cos its wish fullfillment for me. This is also why in/cest shipping is a massive beserk button for me, good wholesome family relationships are REAL FUCKIN IMPORTANT and how DARE you corrupt that shit! Some people would fuckin KILL to have that wholesome family!!

Anyway lol thats why i'd like a Wholesome Rivalry for these sibling ocs! Like they challenge each other to contests along the way just for fun, and they react all 'wow my sis is the BEST' when you beat them, so hard feelings at all. And you dont JUST do rival stuff but also sometimes just hang out and have fun cos you missed each other. And if anyone threatens your sibling then THAT is the only time you see the Serious Sibling Power! Rival moments: ha ha lol bet ya cant beat me ooo im a scary villain LOL I CANT KEEP A STRAIGHT FACE HAHA! Giovanni punches your brother: *stony cold death glare from hell as tricksy prank sis turns into an unstoppable vengeance engine* Oh, but also the only other time they'd be serious is in their final battle together! Like most of the 'rivalry' is just competing to make the adventure fun and to help each other get stronger. But if sis/bro ever actually legit said they really want to fight to find out who's the best, and its like..important to help their self confidence, then i think bro/sis would respect that and go all out. Taking a fall and letting them win would be the most disrespectful thing of all! Oh, but i do think there would be one kind of battle like that during the story? Like in one of the more low stakes faux-rival fights the sibling actually does try and let you win, and the challenge is to try and lose against all odds. High stakes super failure battle!!! Imagine the evil team in the background like 'wtf' as these two run the most aggressively slow race of all time! XD

Oh and i kinda thought about different personalities for the two of them based on who you pick? Like i did like that aspect about brendan/may in RSE compared to other 'unpicked option becomes rival' characters in later games that didnt even have one personality let alone two. It just sucks that the personalities they decided to give them were 'female rival is super self concious and thinks youre better than her because youre a boy' and 'male rival is super ego and thinks he's better than you because he's a boy'. Boooo!

So instead of that the personalities i was thinking for these two would be less sexist lol. Male sibling Dustin is basically Wally so far? I need to develop him a bit more to make him a bit distinct, i mean its not like every single shy dude is identical. I'm thinking maybe mix him with all the wasted potential in Brendan? Like in the game they slightly hint at him having the ONE non stereotypical trait of liking cute teddy bears, and that made me think about how much better his whole plot would have been if it actually criticized his sexism and said that he only behaves that way cos he's overcompensating for being bullied for being 'feminine', yknow? And then in the manga they actually DO write him as super feminine, and even as a contest star who loves fashion and dressing up his pokemon! But then GAHHH they present it as some sort of fuckin 'character flaw', like he's shown to be selfish and superficial because of it. And the backstory is that him and the female protagonist used to be 'normal' until a traumatic event. Brendan was a Natural Fighting Prodigy until he saved his female friend from a wild pokemon and was so traumatized that he never wanted to fight again, while she wanted to learn to fight so she'd never need to be protected again. But this is not only presented as Wrong Ways To Be Gender but also like.. Fighting their natural instinct which still comes through?? Like male protag hasnt fought in YEARS yet whenever he's forced to fight he's just magically better at it than female protag who's been practising all these years to become his equal. Ha ha silly girl you can never achieve that! All you get is this patronizing 'well if you just tryyyyy girly things im sure you'll like it' plot and then you get rescued by him in the end because OF COURSE you do. Sigh! I cant believe they made me hate that pairing even more than the games did! So yeah i dont really wanna write Dustin as a jerkass who's secretly got synpathetic motives of internalized homophobia/sexism, cos i feel thats a plot very specific to my perceptuons of Brendan and id basically just have to make Dustin a clone of him and he wouldnt be able to shine on his own merits. Instead i'm just thinking of writing him as a 100% sensitive soul, and he still faces predjudice for not being that bigoted idea of an 'ideal man' but really the fact he doesnt bow down to their demands proves that he's the bravest person here.

And then I'm thinking maybe the female sibling Darcy is the older one and is a bit "gary ish"? Like eitjer way you still have a friendly and loving siblingness, but she's a bit more of a sass who is tsundere about admitting she loves her bro. But i dont think she's the cold or grumpy sort of tsundere, more like a trickstery tomboy? Bombastic loki jock sis! She can only be a bit abrasive with her bro cos she wants to teach him to be tough even when she's not there to protect him. But sometimes she can mess it up and make him feel like he has to change his personality in order to be tough, rather than letting him know she supports him in being "unmasculine" and just wants to help him find the confidence to stand up to people who bully him for it. Like she feels like she is 'weaker' than him in the sense that she worries too much about what people will think if she expresses her real emotions, yknow? Like theyre both suffering from toxic masculinity! He's suffering from the standard form where men who are too 'soft' are beaten down into that mould. Ans she's suffering from the problem where 'masculine' girls feel like they have to be '100% masculine' in order to be allowed to be themselves at all. Like back when i was a kid and before i came out as trans i always used to try and pretend to like sports ans like..cliche macho shit where you Cant Admit You Care About Your Friends and also i wasnt allowed to like ANY feminine things at all. I had to either follow the stereotype of femininity entirely or follow the opposite stereotype, i wasnt allowed to just reject stereotypes and like what i actually like. So yeah me realizing i wasnt really a girl has led to me embracing more 'girly' things than back when i thought i was one! So i think Darcy would have a similar arc but like..the cis equivelant? Just finds people who arent such judgmental pricks and stops having to conform to either of those stereotypes in order to keep fake friends who dont really give a shit about her. She can have a plot about both forced feminine and masculine stereotypes being equally limiting, rather than that shitty 'being masculine is a prison uwu every woman will be happier embracing her love of makeup' shit. That dominant narrative just made me feel like i was somehow wrong about myself whenever i didnt like 100% Of Sports All The Time, i must be somehow girly if i liked even ONE girly thing yet i needed hundreds of proofs if i wanted to be masculine. And like i wasnt just allowed to be neither! I wasnt allowed to like parts of both! I wasnt allowed to BE GODDAMN TRANS!!! So yeah i dunno if i'd go whole hog and make this character a trans man or a nonbinary person tho? I think she's just actually a cis girl who happens to be sporty and brash and likes a lot of 'masculine' fashion and hobbies. And she's just been made to feel self concious about it, as if she cant possibly REALLY be that unless she likes Every Single Boy Thing and wins at Every Single Challenge. Does anyone else remember that shit too? The girls have to win Every sports game against the boys in order to be 'one of the boys' but if you lose even one of them it somehow proves that you're inferior. Even though the boys lost 50 billion games to you and that doesnt prove theyre inferior! Like man she has sooooo many 'gary rivals' in her school life, thats why she loves going on this adventure with a kind brother rival who actually respects her! So her resolution would just be her staying the same but being more confident about it and saying fuk u to those fake friends. Same as her brother's plot, just they both face different specifics to the way this sexism affects them, yknow?

Oh but yeah when i did finally learn about LGBT stuff and realize i was trans it was Big Amazing cos even in the rare stories about Its Okay To Be Yourself it still left me feeling weirdly empty when the girl decides that yes she does wanna be a girl in the end. So i get that these plots might come off as queerbaiting if i write them badly? I need to make sure to make it clear that these characters 100% want to be seen as this gender and its just other people being fuckfaces and trying to define what their gender has to mean. I think maybe i'll try and mitigate this potential misunderstanding by adding different sorts of lgbt content. And, well, also cos i just want lgbt content in all of my stories because i am lgbt, of course! I'm 100% sure that Darcy is gay, and i think also maybe possibly Dustin is trans? Like, his plot is about being mocked for being a 'feminine' boy, but its also even more personal for him because he's a trans boy and he feels like he needs to change his personality in order to pass/he isnt really real because his personality doesnt fit the stereotypical image of a man. Like if you'd looked at the two of them back when they were identical twins, you probably would have expected Darcy to end up being trans if you were the sort of person who believes those basic ass stereotypes about 'boys who play with barbies and girls who play with trucks'. Or i mean maybe its the other way around and Darcy is a trans girl who still has a 'masculine' personality according to stereotypes? Or even both of them are trans and both face being told that they arent real because they dont fit the perfect stereotype of a trans person according to cis perceptions? Or maybe i'm overcomplicating things with all of this and it'd just muddy the message i guess. I might just keep it to them both being cis but also both of them like girls. And i can always apply my trans and other LGBT headcanons to other characters along their adventure.

Anyway LOL im rambling too much!

#lets go bunni #bunni plays lets go

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Can I please get headcanons for Myron with a female non fanalis s/o? Her s/o works as a strategist for the army of Reim and the corps so she often has to run back and forth between the two groups, but hates being around the human man because unlike the fanalis they won't listen a have no respect for her. (Sorry this is so long) feel free to simplify it.

I love this!! I’ll simplify it quickly for everyone as it’shard to do so when sending a request due to the amount of lines given to sendone in xx

A fem!s/o who is a Reim strategist who goes back and fourthbetween the fanalis corps and the other corps, she hates being around the humanmales in the opposite corpse as opposed to the fanalis they have no respect forher.

Trigger warning : Very subtle sexual suggestions, so subtle its practically pointless me saying so. A mention of blackmail.

「 Being a Reim strategist would include … 」

☛ Having girly talks aboutignorant men ; Now, not all men are stubborn and look down at women who fightfor their country, but most are. That’s why the fanalis are so amazing! Theyknow women can fight with just as much ferocity as men and so don’t treat themas though they are insignificant in any way shape or form. Myron and her s/owill probably just sit down and talk battle strategies like its no one elsesbusiness, being very professional about it.

This can happenanywhere though most times its in Muu’s office with Muu himself, Myron andoccasionally Lo’lo who isn’t very interested in battle strategies, he prefersjust going in for the kill and then getting out. S/o sometimes has to knocksome sense into him, and being the “gentlemen” he is he’ll sit down and listen,all the while s/o is oblivious to the threatening Myron behind her.

☛ Training with the fanalis ; In case those men ever intend to try anything with Myrons s/o or talk down to her as if they’re dirt, the fanalis like to train them to fight considering their Myron’s s/o, so to them there like family! Myron will make sure that either herself or Muu is present when her s/o is being trained by the other members of the fanalis corpse. Some members, not saying names (Lo’lo) can get to rough for a regular human.

Personally though Myron will usually be her s/o’s training partner. She dosent hold any knowledge or information back when teaching them how to fight, knowing how hard it can be for a women working with a bunch of snobby men. Because of this she will make sure she trains them as though they are capable of fanalis strength so her s/o better be prepared for some tough training ahead.

☛ Being adopted into the fanalis corpse itself ; Once Myron and Muu talk to Titus about the matter at hand, he will arrange for Myrons s/o to become the fanalis corpse personal battle strategist! The s/o should be prepared for numerous suffocating bear hugs, being swung around by Lo’lo and scolding off Muu for trying to arm wrestle with other members. ITS JUST SO TEMPTING! Despite knowing they could rip your arm off if they wanted to…

Myron will love the fact her s/o is in the corpse and will make sure she wears the correct armor. Myron will personally go out and get it, making sure it fits her s/o perfectly and accents her features. Since Myron wont allow her s/o to go out fighting with the fanalis corpse, she will at least make sure her s/o looks nice. The reason Myron wont let her s/o go with them is because the fanalis corpse are stronger and faster, and Myron wouldn’t want to leave her s/o behind in the middle of a mission. The female fanalis has to explain this to her s/o a lot, which leads to another point.

☛Myron trying to explain herself ; As previously mentioned, Myron dosent allow her s/o to go with the fanalis corpse on missions. This isn’t because her s/o is a human women, but because the fanalis have heightened speed and strength they can breeze through the mission with ease, and sadly cant have any set backs. Unfortunately for Myron, her s/o can sometimes perceive this as Myron thinking her s/o is to weak to fend for herself. “I wont be any trouble! I wont even fight with you! Just be on the sidelines in case anyone gets hurt!” “I’ve told you time and time again s/o! You cant be to careful in battle! Us fanalis can get kind of brutal, you know that?”

Arguments like this usually end up with Myrons s/o apologizing, realizing that her strength dosent quite compare to that of her significant others. Myron will gladly accept the apology and apologies herself, making sure to take you somewhere private where she can give cuddles and kisses. Making sure they feel appreciated after all their hard work for the corpse.

☛Suggestive conversations with Lo’lo ; Known to be a bit of a brute, Lo’lo will live up to that reputation for Myron’s s/o. He will constantly suggest some dirty things for Myron and his s/o to do, to the s/o. Knowing she wouldn’t be able to kick his ass as bad as Myron would. He likes to say. “Myron’s my friend. I like to make sure shes getting the…attention she needs.” But really he’s just an ass. Sometimes Muu joins in to, but obviously his teases arn’t sexual considering its his baby sister. The upside to this is when Muu hears Lo’los crude words he will scold the fanalis.

“Heeeeeeyyyyyyy s/o~” Lo’lo hums causing Myrons s/o to groan in annoyance. “Lo’lo please don’t start. I’m trying to strategise on how to invade-” “Myrons pants?” “LO’LO I SWEAR TO SOLOMON!” Sniggering the taller fanalis decides to make matters worse by wiggling his eyebrows causing the s/o’s face to burn a bright red. “Myron and s/o, sitting in a tree. K.I.S.S.I.N.G.” Whining in annoyance, the s/o groans lower when Muu walks in smirking. “Stop teasing s/o Lo’lo, shes just shy that we spotted her and Myron kissing just a few moments ago~” Laughing loudly, Lo’lo asks. “Hey s/o! Giving or getting? I bet Myron gives real good.” Pausing, s/o peers to Muu who is giving Lo’lo a death glare before he murmurs. “Run…”

☛ Becoming close friends with Muu ; Since Myron and Muu are brother and sister, Muu enjoys getting to know his siblings soul mate. He will arrange to meet with Myrons s/o and talk to them at certain times in the day just to share some wine and talk about Myron. He enjoys hearing about all the funny stories you have of her and will share some of his own of Myron to.

When Myron finds out about this daily occurrence she is at first happy that both her s/o and brother are becoming close. In fact, one time she snuck over to hear what the two were talking about. Then she was no longer happy. Why are they talking about her as a baby and about how she sometimes buys her s/o flowers but becomes so nervous she crushes them in her fist? Myron does everything in her power to try and stop this monstrosity of a meeting.

☛Trying to locate other fanalis ; Knowing most of the fanalis in the corpse were slaves, Myron’s s/o tries her best to save and recruit more for the cause, knowing that not only are they powerful and able to help Reim, but they need a new place to call home with a loving family of their species to welcome them. It’s only fair since the fanalis corpse decided to do that for Myrons s/o right? Not only would she be saving lives but helping those who helped improve her own life.

The fanalis corpse are very grateful for this and all thank Myrons s/o with hugs and words of praise. Myron is especially pleased with her s/o. Telling her that if she ever needs any help that she can always come to her. Myron will also buy her a gift as thanks, telling her s/o it means a lot she cares for her race just as much as herself.

☛The other corpse finding out and not being so happy ; At first it will be small things, like items going missing and returning the next day slightly broken in some way. Myrons s/o will barley notice at first until it gets as bad as a few threats written on paper, telling her how “associating yourselves with those beasts is unforgivable” She’ll try to keep it on the down low, being told if she tells them that they’ll kill her and for a month or so it works, she stays silent.

After a while the fanalis corpse will notice the change and ask Myrons s/o about it, wondering if there was anything wrong. When “No im fine” became a mantra for Myrons s/o, Myron would take it upon herself to inspect her s/os room. Upon finding the broken pile of jewelry and letters Myron will tell Muu privately so all hell dosent break loose. Muu and Myron both deal with it accordingly. No one messes with Myrons s/o and gets away with it.

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ANYWAY! I’mma gonna talk about my playthru of Digimon World Next Order, to distract me from the fact i’m rapidly approaching the ending and have to wait to sate my JRPG tastes on Persona 5 afterwards...

* it is really really REALLY REALLY really REALLy great to finally be able to play a game in the DW series as a female character. Holy SHIT, man this is overdue! And it isnt handled awfully like in Cyber Sleuth where everyone constantly calls you male and the character design is really oversexualized and doing weirdass poses for everything. There’s still a lil bit of ‘cliche girly option traits’ but seriously she’s like the least stereotyped design we’ve had in the games since Dusk and Dawn! She gets to wear SHORTS and A HOODIE! A hoodie that has an inexplicable hole in the back for some reason, but whatever! xD Also I actually like her version of the Protagonist Hair better, even tho I think its lame they colour coded them in the ol cliche genderedness. Boy character just has one streak of coloured hair at the front, but girl has a spiralling streak on the end of her ponytail that looks like a punk poison sort of fashion~! And it leaks pixels when she runs, and has a really nice glow effect that kinda makes it draw patterns as you swing her model around. Makes me wanna run in circlesssss~ Her dubbed voice is a bit boring cliche anime love interest tho, a bit squeaky after you’ve been hearing it for hours. But the dude is Like Every Shonen Hero Voice Ever, so i think its meant to be intentionally generic for both of them. I could swear he’s voiced by a bad Tai impersonator! XD Also I’m just kinda thankful cos every other girl in the plot gets a REALLY squeaky unbearable english voice, thank god protagonist is spared...

* its a lil bit of funnyness tho that for some reason the skill list is the only place where the translators forgot about the protagonist options. Like.. a LOT of Tamer Skills are weirdly gendered when it would have taken five seconds to change that. Why does it have to be stuff like ‘Cooking Boy’ and ‘Cooking Man’ instead of basic and advanced cooking? Especially cos the other one in between is called Gourmet Cooking...

* I love forever that so many of the virus type recruitable digimon are sweethearts of hugs and joy. Now THAT reminds me of the original Digimon World! Seriously I am SO GLAD that Literally The Same Myotismon has a sidequest about rescuing his precious myobrella so he won’t faint in the sun. or like.. if its not the same Myotismon then MAN he would totally be a great ship with the other equally helpless one in the first game XD He has a nice new function as a townsperson, instead of just being ‘a manager’ in the colloseum and never even being a fight. (That annoyed me as a kid! He just stands there!) Now he runs the card gallery, cos you collect ‘antique cards’ in this game and he restores them with his painting skillz. its a nice lil in-joke cos they’re all the original first trading card artworks from waaaaay back in the first season! And Piedmon is in this one too, yay! He’s actually like the only morally dubious virus type AT ALL, he talks like a cliche mwahaha mad scientist even as he does nothing particularly evil. His sidequest is a funny thing of playing hide and seek and he sucks at it. While yelling hammily about being an evil genius! And then he has quite a useful function in the town, he does a random effect on you once per day with his evil science, and it could be good or it could be bad, but if its bad he actually pays you compensation money for it! EVEN THE EVIL GUY IS TOO KIND And OH MAN I am so happy and sad for Skullgreymon! A good guy skullgreymon was always one of my ideas for a DW fangame, im so happy it happened for real! In this game Skullgreymon is a fashion designer with low self confidence, and you recruit them by finding weregarurumon who’s their biggest fan and becomes their first friend. Its so sweet! They never actually interact once you recruit them both tho, cos they work at different parts of the town. But im still gonna assume they keep in touch! Its also a shame skullgreymon doesnt actually run a fashion shop, cos there actually WAS a fashion shop in Digimon World Redigitize aka the one damn game we’ll never see dubbed T_T Instead skullgreymon gets this kinda depressing role of just standing around outside the entertainment area saying ‘i wish i could work with children but they’re always scared of me’, and then if you bring a newly hatched digimon to see them then they gain bonus stats from being terrified somehow?? NOOO WHERE IS THE OPTION TO TEACH MY CHILDREN THAT SKULLY IS A FRIEND

* Anyway, my main digimon are (still) Hershey and Zephyr, and I love them! I’m still working on hoping to eventually get the full terriermon and lopmon canon digivolution lines with them, wow its hard. But I adore them no matter what form they take at the moment! I ended up loving them so much that i never raised any other digimon ever. i just rename them the same name every time they reincarnate, and pick the same eggs! I’ve gotten close to unlocking every single variation of the bunno brothers evo lines!! But it IS getting really annoying that you have to type the name manually every time, why no option to just stick with the previous name? DW1 had that and it was on way worse hardware! Oh, and its funny that I started off calling them the bunny brothers cos thats what they were in adventure 02, but then after playing the game for ages I’ve settled on headcanoning hershey as female and zephyr as nonbinary. And also I started off with the cliche personalities of sassy rebel terriermon and stoic lopmon like in Tamers, but Hershey ended up being the rebel instead and Zephyr is like a shonen hero cinnamon roll! They’re both equally sassy and eccentric tho XD I’m not quite sure yet what would be their ‘canon’ final mega forms that I wanna keep them in for the final boss and stuff. But hershey’s made me regain my appreciation of Ladydevimon after I stopped liking her as soon as I grew old enough to understand that most of her fans only liked her for being ‘a stripper’ :P Like.. she’s a really damn good design even without the fanservice?? I like her way more than devimon, myotismon and etc, I wish she’d gotten to be a major villain! i mean it sucks that devimon got to be one when she’s literally his evolved form. (And yes I am happy that it continues to be canon that ladydevimon can digivolve from devimon and the same for angewomon and angemon. DIGIMON AINT RESTRAINED BY HUMAN GENDER ROLES YO) So yeah anyway, I kinda headcanon Hershey as a hypothetical less skimpy redesign of LadyDevimon? or like.. if she got her own unique Mega form that kept a similar design, rather than just being retconned into lilithmon and rosemon’s evo lines. I just don’t think the skimpyness fits with Hershey’s personality but the rest of the design just has such a cool piratey thiefy type look?? And she’s like THE BEST monster girl in the franchise, she’s the only one who really gets to be monstery looking, even if she’s still an hourglass figure sex object. i mean i always thought it was meant to be a subversion of that?? She has that giant monster claw hand and is really vicious and powerful in battle! All her animations in the game are her shredding things with it and doing the classic dracula rise-from-the-grave when she’s knocked out, and just... ITS REALLY BADASS!! I didnt know how cool a fight with her could be, cos she just got that stupid ass fanservice joke slap fight in the anime... ANYWAY Ladydevimon is good I appreciate her I like her even though she’s in the general genre of fanservice digimon that I dislike. She’s like the one single one I dont hate! (Tho I still wish we had more than like.. two un-fanservice female digimon in the entire damn series) Buuuut I dont think her design quite fits Hershey even though she’s the digivolution I keep using ingame. Maybe if I can find a different Mega that I prefer, and make up a fanmade digivolution line? or I could do a fanart variation of the digimon...

* ANYWAY I kinda ended up headcanoning Hershey as a former member of the broken apart pirate crew in Mod Cape. Cos like.. what if your digimon had backstories of what their life was like before they met you! like Gatomon in Adventure, they were chosen to be partners to a destined hero but had to wait so long they’d become disillusioned. Cos when you meet em at the start of the game they’re mega level and only get poofed back into eggs cos of machinedramon’s attack. WHAT LIFE DID YOU LEAD WITHOUT ME. I AM HERE TO PROTECT YOU NOW AAAAAAA!! So yeah it would be cool to headcanon Hershey as a former highway bandit type character who has trouble adjusting to living in a city surrounded by happy innocent people and hugs. I dont see her as grumpy tho.. like, she’s kind of a bombastic trickster archetype but she’s still super cynical and ‘I only care about myself, anything else gets you hurt’. I was thinking maybe if I designed a fanmade mega for her she could be like a magician pirate zombie demon??? Like.. yknow piedmon is a deck of cards clown guy with those four daggers? i actually got Piedmon as her digivolution when she was a Ladydevimon and I was thinking MAN it could be so cool if we had like a zany zombie digimon who attacks by stabbing a sword through her own back! Like ‘watch me saw a woman in half’ XD A design where she has a load of weapons stuck in her and uses them to fight with! like how mummymon is a mummy + soldier in a leg brace design, hypothetical zombiemon could be a zombie + actual tragic assassination victim. Plus a magician. Or a clown. And ladydevimon. And a pirate. LOOK I JUST HAVE A LOT OF MUTUALLY CONTRADICTORY HEADCANONS OKAY xD

* I don’t really have as much development ideas for Zephyr yet, aside from that they’re Hershey’s more cheerful and positive sibling. But I see them as also being kinda creepy and battle-hungry and stuff? Like.. both these twins are total virus types, clown type, typical final villain type of acrobatic doom! And both are good guys deep down. But Zephyr is a more cinnamon roll type of good and Hershey is grumpy unwillingly dragged into goodness. And like.. Zephyr is a bit dotty and only accidentally creepy, not really understanding how to socialize properly. And probably they would be like ‘NO BIG SISTER, STEALING IS BAD’ *currently stabbing a guy* I think maybe my headcanon for Zeph might be that they were for some reason left completely alone while waiting for the protagonist? Hershey at least found some companionship with the pirates, even if she became super bitter after the team broke up. I think Zeph maybe started off as a wild forest mon that’d even forgotten how to speak, until by pure chance they bumped into their long lost twin sister and then met the protagonist. So like an innocent angel who’s all new to the city and excited about everything, but also kinda fighty and dangerous because of the same stuff that makes them innocent. I dunno, I might make them an angewomon or ophanimon to match with Hershey? Tho I wanted to make them both good guy virus types, it could be an equally interesting contrast to have a vicious battle-obsessed angel who’s the absolute opposite of softspoken fancyness! And I also kinda associate them with the colour green even though I ended up picking a grey themed digivolution for Hershey instead. But all of Terriermon’s natural digivolutions are all machiney and don’t suit this personality as much... I dunno, maybe I could make up another headcanon/variant type thing? Cos after all lopmon’s line gets two champion level forms and two megas but terriermon only has two recolours for the same ultimate level. Maybe even it out, lol! Or like, I’m thinking like.. what if Terriermon had a mega that suited Henry more? i was reading someone’s review where they said it was weird that pacifistic Henry got a giant robot specializing in attack while Rika got the humanoid pacifist digimon. And yeah, that IS totally weird! And it got me imagining what if Terriermon got a humanoid digivolution that was like a martial artist?? or maybe like a speedy superhero lookin armour thing! Like just a more humanoid rapidmon! or I dunno maybe if puppetmon is in this game then zephyr could be puppetmon. I miss puppetmon. puppetmon never got to be in ANY games except dusk and dawn! I WANNA SEE A 3D PUPPETMON YO!!

* Man I just spent this entire post rambling my headcanons for silent protagonist characters instead of actually talking about the game... aaaa...

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