#miko x reader

[megistusdiary]

this idea has been living in my head rent free lately - could i please request sub yae miko being humiliated and forced to wear a muzzle after acting bratty <3 she's so teasing and confident, she'd be such a fun brat to humiliate

(have you got a ghost anon already? if not could i take it 👻 hope you have a good day!)

okay, i know you're already an anon on here because i answered a later ask first, so... welcome back!

(nsfw utc - tw sub!miko, muzzle, brat taming, reader w/strap)

"oh, you really think a little... contraption like that scares me?" miko covered her smile with the back of her hand. "i think you'll have to try a little harder than that to punish me." she pinches your cheek.

"looks like you really are all bark and no bite, huh?" you ask her, yanking at the leash attached to her neck, your hips snapping against her. "wanna say it again? you don't think this is punishment enough? should i go harder?"

miko groans, her head falling forward, only to be yanked back up. her claws tear into the silk bedsheets, making a mess of fabric beneath her palms.

"answer me." you bark at her and she huffs.

"i don't need to answer to a-" she screams when you shove your strap deeper into her, right against her g-spot, multiple harsh slaps following on her ass.

"apologize." you order. that single word and the way your thrusts become more brutal has her aching. "apologize to me, or i'll make sure you're sorry."

her body feels like it's on fire with the shame pooling in her blood, eyes fluttering shut as the muzzle restrains her. "sorry..." she mumbles, fingers flexing against the sheets.

"that's what you call an apology? you humiliated me in front of everyone. look at you now. legendary kitsune turned fucking slut by the same human you call pathetic, isn't that right?" you smack her skin again, leaving bright red handprints in their wake as she cries out your name.

you yank the leash up again, feeling resistance from her pussy clenching around you. "and don't you dare cum before i tell you to."

[sea-lanterns]

On the topic of hot older women, my friend sent me these text messages yesterday and I just couldn’t resist making a genshin women meme out of them ☺️:

Lisa and Miko’s prompts are the exact same because I couldn’t decide who it fit more 😭 so I made both of them.

Sighhhh, I love my old hags 💕

[kiyosw]

How bout ei and miko (separate) with an s/o thats like a werewolf who goes into a rut an ends up knocking them up

MY ***** IS ON FIRE, & YOUR **** IS THE EXTINGUISHER.

CHARACTER(S): RAIDEN EI, YAE MIKO.

— WARNING(S): NSFW, GN READER WITH WOLF TRAITS, READER IMPLIED TO HAVE MALE'S GENITALIA, CREAMPIES (ALL), BREEDING KINK, SCRATCHES, POSSESIVE MARKING, CRYING FROM PLEASURE.

NOTE: sorry for the long response, went through a hard writer block😓😓 anyway, here u go!

ei as the loving archon she is, keeps the dates on where your rut/breeding season usually happens.

but what if it came too soon?

she noticed your abnormal habits today. Ragged breaths, excessively warm in touch, fluffy ears down, tail waggering slowly, glowing and teary eyes that only happens when it's already that time.

eyes tearing up from the frustation and lust that's very present, Ei knew you entered your rut week, despite it being a few days early.

your quick senses indicated that she's only a few steps away. Not wasting any moment, you quickly pounced on her.

your body desperate for her touch that doesn't need any explanation because of the throbbing bulge against her thigh, she let you relieve your frustration into her.

you're rutting your hips against her crotch, your mouth busy on her right breast and your hand on the other. the now lust-filled archon can only look at you, whiningly moaning with every sensation you make her feel.

pulling back from her body, then suddenly her thigh lightly touched your raging manhood underneath your clothings.

that simple accidental touch fueled your desire to fill up her desperate pussy over and over again. <3

patience incredibly running low, you hastily tugged on your belt and buttons, and pulled down your underwear.

the tip already leaking with precum, length and veins throbbing and standing proud. the sight of your cock is enough to make her pussy twitch with anticipation.

inserting the tip hurriedly already made you whine needingly. your thrusts so deep that any moment now your tip might reach her womb. <3

"ah!~ d-dear, slow d-down— nghhm!"

slightly scratching your sensitive ears was enough to get your dick twitching and ready to release your thick load for her.

thrusting into her dumbingly, your drool making it's way to your chin because of the highlightened pleasure caused by your heat.

not even able to her your dearests pleads to slow down your trhusting as you're too drunk on the thought of pumping her cunt full of your thick cum. <3

not even stopping after cumming inside her, just marking her porcelain neck as a reminder that she's yours, while thrusting again into her needy hole.

"mnngff fuck, fuck, fuck ei im gonna cum deep into this pretty pussy of yours until you carry my child."

whimpering and whining top of her as you still continued to thrust deep inside her cunt, both your releases making such a lewd, squelching noise.

folding her almost in half that her legs are aching from how high it's being held, her screams and tears of pleasure continues while she just keeps on being a good girl for her needy, little wolf. <3

releasing in her so many times that your cum infused with hers just gushes out of her hole afrer thrusting back to her cunt that's still needy for your cum. pussy already wrecked and filled, yet she still wants to feel your cock all over her.

but what if your rut happens early because of her own heat occuring now?

WARNING: READER IS CALLED AS A "good little wolf", SIZE DIFFERENCE, SOMNOPHILIA.

this cunning, fox woman doesn't even need to set dates into her calendar to know if you're already in your rut season. she's a kitsune that has heightened senses and goes in heat too, remember?

tail wagging and ear twitching as she sniffed her mate, you , that's peacefully sleeping unaware of the already lust-filled kitsune beside them, that's internally battling herself to just pounce on you.

it's already late at night, but a certain kitsune got woken up by a sudden damp spot between her already aching sex, and a burning desire to be filled up.

her mind's already hazy, her body screaming internally to straddle your mouth-watering slutty waist and just grind away at your delicious dick.

and she actually did what her intrusive thought told her. Straddling your waist, immediately grabbing at the hem of your t-shirt for support then started to grind on you.

"ngfnh fuck, such a good little wolf.."

not even trying to be quiet and nonchalsnt about her doings, she just wants you to pin her under you and pound into her aching and leaking pussy.

while she's doing her stuff on your hard dick too focused on her own pleasure with closed eyes, she failed to notice your fluttering eyelids opening.

"ngh, my little fox still needy for me even when I'm sleeping?

startled, she quickly opened her eyes, realizing you woke up by her antics.

hair deshiveled, eyes still sleepy n half lidded looking at her lust-filled gaze, cheeks dusted with pink, fluffy ears bent down because of the sudden arousal.

the sight alone made her fought herself to not let out an embarrassing moan.

and she didn't even notice you flipped her because of the lust and need she currently has. such a dumb, naive fox she is.

hovering over her now, your tail wrapping against her left thigh, broad shoulders towering over her figure while you nip at her porcelain neck is enough to make her pussy wet with so much slick just for you. <3

"mmn please just put it in, I've been a good fox to you, didn't I?"

removing her panties aside, her slick leaving a tiny bridge over the fabric making it such an erotic sight.

whipping out your cock, making it lie over her pussy lips, feeling over her slick and grinding it over your cockhead all the way to the base.

"oh darling, you don't even have to say please. just you grinding over me is enough to keep me wanting for you more."

thrusting at her hole vigorously, every thrust kissing away at her cervix makes her see stars while you pound away at her, founding relief and greed at the same time at her pussy.

holding up her waist, you hastily moved her robe to set free her mounds, doing all that while you're still pounding on her with just her moaning n whining helplessly about how good it feels. <3

"mhm fuck I'm so close! I want it mh inside all of it!"

you couldn't resist her, after all. finishing inside her, your cum filling her up into the very end of her womb, then thrusting again for another round.

by how many cum you let out inside her, even one thrust made it overflow and drop onto her milky thighs. but that doesn't mean she doesn't need more of you.

"oh baby, you just can't get enough of my cum filling up your pussy, huh? don't worry, we have more than enough time to fill you up."

[hotpinkstars]

-> sly fox

synopsis -> you're giving miko the silent treatment. so, she simply turns into her fox form to cuddle you until you give up the act.

warnings -> light angst but the problem is resolved later, miko may be ooc idk

w/c -> tbd

you could say that arguments between you and your wife, miko, weren’t incredibly common… 

so when you two do get into one, something pretty bad has to have happened, considering how calm and composed she is about every. single. thing. 

so, maybe it was a little surprising when you expressed how much you disliked her being gone so frequently to either write her newest light novel, or take care of her business at the shrine, and she started to raise her voice.

the fight went on for about an hour until she wordlessly walked out of the house and set her path towards the shrine. you just kind of stood there for a while, thinking back on how stupid the whole argument was. you felt valid for expressing your point and how you feel neglected, but you also felt that you could’ve just asked her properly and sat her down to talk to her instead of doing it right when she walks in. 

and at the same time, she acknowledged that she had overreacted way too much, and she wished she could just listen to you. 

so, to no surprise, the next day when she walked into your shared home, you were ignoring her.

you thought she was being too petty the night before, and you were probably right. you only wanted her to hear you out!

at first, it started off as you made breakfast for the two of you and then ate it in your office. it was a nice place, considering you and yae had a nice amount of mora, giving the both of you a nice place to live. so big rooms and a big house in general would be standard for the both of you.

then, you went out to inazuma city alone. normally, every saturday, you two would go out to look at the markets, considering those were the days all the sellers had their shops open and also the days they’d give the most generous sales. when you left, miko stood in the doorway, giving you a slightly puzzled look before sitting back down on the couch and reading a new light novel in her collection.

the last one was at dinnertime, where she had tried to see if you’d go out to dinner with her and the shogun. considering that they were the two most important people in inazuma, they had to have meetings every so often to keep the region in line.

you’d usually attend these, considering they were often very fun and never incredibly business related (in which the shogun claimed talks about business lulled her to sleep), and you two would always go down by the shore before heading home. you simply shook your head before moping back into your bedroom.

now, you were being the petty one, she thinks. but at least you weren’t simply ignoring her anymore, at least you were giving her some form of signal that you heard her. 

though, on the walk to the selected dinner choice between her and the shogun, she thought about the whole situation. this morning, she tried to ignore you back, considering she was equally as stubborn and petty when she wanted to be. but she was also very wise, so why couldn’t she figure out a way to get you to stop ignoring her? or, to simply stop acting the way you are now. she finds it very dumb.

she thought and thought and thought and she thought her brain might explode until she came up with a conclusion. she laughed to herself a little bit before walking into the luxurious place, where you’d only see people with as much status as the kamisato siblings seated and able to afford the bill. 

of course, the shogun picked this place out. she chose it “without realizing” that she’s got no mora, leaving the bill in the kitsunes hands.

once the meeting was over, she rushed home pretty fast, ready to spring her plan into action. it was really late at that point, nearing 11:00 pm. so when she entered your shared home, it was no surprise that she found you asleep, but this time on the couch. she sighed in a light manner before going into her fox form, trotting along to you and jumping up onto the couch to snuggle into your chest.

you woke up when you felt her tail lightly brushing against your face, making you spit hairs out of your mouth and sighing, rubbing your eyes.

“jesus, miko, okay,” you lift her up before turning her around and making her lock eyes with you. “keep this up and you're gonna stay in air jail.”

to that, she squirmed a little, making you laugh lightly before setting her on the ground for her to transform back. once she did, she sat next to you, taking your legs and setting them on her lap. 

“i’m sorry for being so aggressive last night. i thought about the argument a bit more, and i realized how petty that was,” she started, rubbing your calf up and down. “i should’ve just listened to you in the first place.”

that sentence shocked you a little bit, making her chuckle. she was never the first to admit she was wrong. 

“i’m sorry for being so stupid and ignoring you the whole day. i should’ve just tried to see if you wanted to make amends before assuming you didn’t want to see me all day.”

she nodded, patting your leg before standing and grabbing your arms to stand with her.

“lets just go to sleep. and no, you are not sleeping on the couch tonight. i refuse,” she leads you with slow steps up the stairs and into your shared room. “sorry for coming off as so intimidating all day.”

that made you slap her arm, sending the both of you into a small laughing fit. you felt so lucky that she was who you married, even though she’s the pettiest person you’ve ever met.

[genshinwomenontop]

"Mama's little one"

☆Prompt: Headcannons about Mama Yae miko and her youngest, you.

☆Warnings: None

☆Author's note: I just decided to delete the poll and write all those ideas 😭

As a kitsune, Miko had a litter of pups running around the Shrine. Her little pups took her mischievous nature and have wrecked havoc all around Inazuma.

You weren't like your siblings, as the youngest, you were surprisingly the quietest, and Miko's favourite.

Though she may not show it, Miko deemed you special, saying that you'd achieve great things in life; not that her other kids won't, but you just have a very bright future ahead.

While her other kids played around the Shrine, you sat beneath the scared Sakura, your fluffy tail swaying a bit as you read. Miko stared at you with adoration in her eyes, and though her others kids would hog her for attention, you were peaceful.

"What are you reading there, little one?" She would peek over your shoulders to see the book.

"It's a travel guide about the other nations," you beamer brightly.

Your dreams were to become a traveler, which meant leaving your mother alone. It was heartbreaking for Miko, but she supported you nonetheless.

Sometimes the other shrine maidens were tasked with handling the others while she took you to the yae publishing house, attached to her hip was a small baby. You loved visiting the publishing house because you got to read even more books.

At night, Miko held you in her arms as she showered you with kisses and compliments.

"You're such a beautiful/handsome little one aren't you?~"

"You'll always be my little one you know~"

"Mama's so proud of you"

Her other kids knew you were her favourite but they didn't mind because Miko had never made them feel neglected.

As you got older, Miko's love for you never faded, infact, it had increased even more. Once you were of age, you started your travels going from Liyue to Mondstadt back to Liyue to Fontaine.

You were the only child she had that left Inazuma, all her other kids had married and settled down. Oh how she longed to have you in her arms again. When you did arrive back, you brought back souvenirs for your siblings as well as your mother but she didn't care for those trinkets, she embraced you into a hug. Immediately checking all over your body, you had saw a side of your mother you never had; a more panicked and nervous version.

When you found someone you loved and you introduced them to Miko, she was a bit hesitant to let you go, after all, you're Mama's little one. Over time, she opened her arms to your lover.

Overall, Miko is the best mother you could ever ask for, despite her having such a mischievous nature, when it comes to her kids, especially her little one, Miko became the best mature version of herself and she absolutely loves you to bits.

[anantaru]

jealous sex with miko with her using a strap please like imagine how teasing she would be aaaaa but she would be cutting you off looking like meance to society

cw. strap-on, jealous! yae, teasing, fem! reader

"ah, ah, ah,"

the pink haired adds on enclosed by a devilish perception, "we’re not done yet."

and in a lowered purr, yae miko slides the tip of her strap along the glistening outsides of your folds, tracing your slick to gather the liquids on top of herself— though your vision crystallines as a reflex out of the deep tinged overstimulation on your poor cunt, she does not falter on the teasing part, not one bit.

all the waves on your lower region, due to her love, love and love.

while still and all, when you seem close to exploding from the intensity of the lewd situation impaired with the surrounding air weighting heavily on your soused handle, it is never finished within her own pair of intoxicating eyes.

the desire to have you release on her tonight was embarrassingly high, rightfully so. you see, the head shrine maiden was never doing something unintentionally. you deserved it, and she said it before— your useless little mutters wouldn‘t distract her from the jealousy she experienced tonight as you got a little too friendly with one of her writers at the yae publishing house.

"it‘s too much." you mewl, "too much for me miko." for a brief second, miko acknowledges your broken words and leaves it to them to find her rationality— might she add on to that, it‘s quite amusing, excessively sexy too, whenever you attempted to speak louder than her, an octave higher, so you‘re sure she‘s listening to your cut off utters and considering them within her own twirling thoughts.

you’re almost ashamed of yourself when you look down on your cunt dripping and salivating at her rough touch, while being rubbed with the strap on and jerking your hips upwards to meet her half way, the mushroom tip glowing with your liquids. "you can still take it, no?"

the strings of her tone in mannerism alone had you writhe in place, you mewl out in frustration as you stammered back and forth, aching to be please please pleasured and filled up with more than you could even imagine— reminiscing times when miko wasn't actually taunting with you.

all you can give from yourself was a weakly motioned nod before miko gave you what you desired at last, letting your soaking cunt swallow the strap until chills ran down the entirety of your spine, a phantasm of goosebumps tissuing forwards. your legs flew up as they skillfully wrapped around her, drawing your girlfriend close, the soft pink fur of her tail littering on your bare leg.

©2023 anantaru do not share, copy, translate any of my work

[fairykazu]

NICKNAMES THEY'LL GIVE YOU FT. GENSHIN & HSR CAST content / warnings: the reader for the following characters: ning, beidou, ei, yae miko, bronya and seele are implied to feminine because of the characters' queer coding. otherwise, the reader remains to be gn. gi masterlist | hsr masterlist

VARITATIONS OF BABY (babe, baby, etc): CHILDE, lisa, mona, amber, serval, seele, miko & kaeya

SWEET NICKNAMES (honey, sweetheart, sweetie, etc): SCARAMOUCHE, DILUC, ARGENTI, thoma, bronya, ei & gepard

TIMELESS (dear, darling, beloved, dearest): NEVUILETE, ZHONGLI, fu xuan & jing yuan

CORNY NICKNAMES (honey booboo bear, pookie bookie, cutie patootie): MARCH 7th, HUTAO, stelle, beidou, astra, yoimiya & itto

NO NICKNAMES NEEDED (just the way they say your name is enough): DAN HENG, KAFKA, topaz, ningguang & kuki

[yuellii]

all of the girls you loved before

𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 ;; breakups weren’t always bitter, especially when she was still your friend. or, in which you catch-up on old memories with your ex girlfriend.

feat. navia, nilou, miko

notes. gn reader, short little drabbles of characters pulled from this poll !!

NAVIA.

“We had our first date here, didn’t we?”

Yes. And it was a Tuesday. Navia hated Tuesdays. Today was another Tuesday, and what should’ve been normal probably was a sour reminiscence in her mind. First date was always innocent—a Fontainian coffee shop the one time both of your schedules allowed it.

“We did,” she shortly replied. There was a pout in her voice, one that she hoped sounded as spoiled and passive as she hoped it would. But not one of her muscles could control the quiver in her lip as she spared you a glance, noticing how there was no longer a light in your eyes at this place anymore.

Did you stop fantasizing about this place? Did this cafe no longer make your heart dazzle at the thought of your first date? Was she really the only one who remembered it so clearly?

Your first date was on a Tuesday. Your next one was on a Saturday. Your first kiss together was on a Monday. She hated herself for remembering all of this, especially now that you’re no longer an item. And, she hated you more for not remembering any of this. But as she watched you bite into a pastry, the same way as you did all those years ago on your first date, she hated being your friend.

Those eyes of hers, ones she can never control: if you spared her a look for just a second, you could see the yearning in them. The love and loyalty that still came with her heart.

But on this dreaded weekday, the most she could long for now was an outing between two best friends.

Navia hated Tuesdays.

NILOU.

“Remember when we used to swing here in the early mornings?”

She found a smile making its way to her lips when your words reached her ears. “Yes,” of course she remembered. Those days when the sun barely knelt engaged to the sky, and the dew of the swing would wet the edges of her dress. A time when you’d still look at her with blooming dawn in your eyes and when whispered affections scattered upon the light air.

The sky was pitch dark now; which, sure, is totally blamed on the hour of the night. But it felt weird to sit here next to you when the sun was long gone. She’s only ever been here in the daylight, when your gaze would still shine like the dancer herself was sweet honey to your tea, or when your love was still sparkling in the dewy grass.

“Nilou? Nilou?”

She snapped out of her thoughts to see you looking at her from the adjacent swing. Your brows were furrowed in concern, but due to the light—or lack thereof—she saw only blankness. This was not concern out of love or passion, now replaced with a simple friendliness she came to hate.

“Sorry,” she sheepishly said. “I just miss those mornings.”

“We can have them again,” you proposed. “We can have picnics here and sit and swing like we used to.”

Don’t play with my heart like that. It was plain fully obvious you meant it as a friend—to only spend mornings here as friends, but never lovers, not anymore. She misses you, she thinks. You and your world that she was no longer a part of.

YAE MIKO.

“We met in the summer, didn’t we?”

She only hummed in affirmation. Summertime stung like a stick on her skin. And yet, that feeling when Inazuma gets humid and the sun shines eternal, she associates it all with you. She met you in the summer, and fell in love with you that same season.

She laughed. “We did, we did!” She teased you a bit, ignorant to the redness staining her own cheeks. “Why, are we going to be celebrating our anniversary together?” There was a taunting smile on her face, one that was nudging you on. But when all you did was playfully scoff and brush her off, she could not stop the sinking feeling in her chest. Curse the art of romance.

She didn’t like the way you just casually brushed her shoulder like that. So passively, like any friend would do. But it was worse when the missed the feeling of your fingers around her arm, holding tightly with past love and affections that were no longer there. No, she was just a friend now. No need for any strings or attached feelings.

You split ways on the winter solstice. How dreadful that was.

“Perhaps we should celebrate the anniversary of our breakup, instead,” you joked. You genuinely laughed. She genuinely hated it. Winter was cold. And when the cold came, there were only dark days as all her love ended in ‘goodbye’. Then when winter ended, springtime left her a broken vase pouring out her love from the cracks of her heart.

And if she could go back in time to love you again, she would.

[megistusdiary]

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 𝖊𝖓𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖊𝖉 𝖇𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖓𝖌 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

dom!succubus yae miko x sub!fem reader

warnings: smut (mdni), wlw content, miko has claws/fangs, she's a bit obsessed with you + steals you at the end

contains: shibari, cunnilingus, pussy slapping, tribbing, orgasm denial, overstimulation

pt. 1 of the succubus au miniseries

word count: 2.0k

miko is the type of succubus to enjoy her prey to the fullest. once she has you ensnared in your very own dream, she holds nothing back. yet something about you taunts her.

each time she seeks you out, she just can't seem to settle on the right time to feed on your lust. she's been watching you for quite some time now. she's always rather finnicky with her food, taking her time to select the perfect prey. but there's something about you that has her curious.

she's usually the type to lure her pretty toys with a few wet dreams. soon enough, they're practically begging for something, anything, without even realizing it's her they want. it only takes her a few days to figure them out, really. once she gets what she needs, she discards her toys, thrown away to find the next docile little thing to sink her teeth into.

she's been watching you for a longer time than she usually wastes on humans. considering she's a succubus, she has the ability to walk in dreams, though she can also walk unnoticed (if she wishes) through your version of reality. miko follows you around, observing your day-to-day activities. she finds it monotonous, trying to find an angle to use to drag you to her.

slowly, she begins to pay more attention. rather than just watching, she starts to notice things about you. the little quirks only perceptive beings would spot. the way you tap your foot when you work, the way you bite the inside of your cheek, the little creases of your eyebrows when you're annoyed. it almost makes her sick how she can actually anticipate your actions before you do them.

miko walks through your life like a ghost alongside you. she's haunted by you, and she doesn't know why. she wants you all to herself. not just for the night, she wants to possess you entirely. she wants to figure out what makes you tick, and then she wants to strip it all away to make you into her perfect pet to please and feed on.

but another part of her, the strange, new, sensitive part, wants to keep you close to her for something she's never felt before. this... feeling is not possessive, no. this is as close to what humans call 'love' as a demon like her could manage, she thinks. she likes watching you laugh. the way your lips curl up in amusement at stupid jokes from your friends. your smile is infectious, and she thinks it cruel that she isn't the reason she sees you smile.

she itches to touch your skin, your hair, to run her fingers down your spine. she wants your body, yes, but she wants to keep you. maybe you could be her pretty little pet, cure her strange obsession for you so she can move on. she's tried before to forget about you, but she can't bring herself to.

yet, she wonders why she hasn't just taken care of all this yet. why hasn't she simply taken you? she never really needs to make her prey desperate for her. that's just all in good fun for bored succubi like her. it makes the chase all the more fun. so, why does she torment herself with watching you and never anything more?

sometimes she catches you at night, playing with yourself beneath your blankets. soon enough, all tuckered out from your little session, you fall asleep. she knows this is the prime moment, but she wants to draw it out subconsciously. it's nearing obsession the way she edges herself with you. her fingers itch to touch you, but she refrains, practically punishing herself.

but then it happens. a night when you've come home exhausted, which, albeit isn't a rare occurrence. something about you seems off tonight, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. you climb into bed, stripping yourself with one goal in mind, to which miko watches you eagerly.

she's almost disappointed when your session ends with you simply growing more frustrated, tossing the covers over yourself and curling up on your side. her tail stops moving, drooping without her even realizing as her brows furrow. how boring.

well, surely this was her cue?

the logical part of her brain tells her it's merely because your body would still be aroused, still prepared to orgasm.

her heart tells her it's because you were obviously upset, and you didn't even get the relief you desperately chased. poor little human, unable to find pleasure on her own.

she feels bad for you, sneaking into your little dreamworld and seeing the image of you curled up in your bed. she approaches you confidently, a little smirk on her lips as she drags her finger up your blanket-covered body, tapping the tip of your nose.

you wake up slowly, looking up at her with furrowed brows. "is this a dream?" you ask suddenly, and she laughs, turning to the side and covering her fangs with her palm.

"oh, aren't you adorable." she coos, pinching your cheek. she leans down, cupping your jaw and puffing your lips out. "you look so tired, little one." she glances off, her hand taking a more gentle touch than she would with any others.

she can see you eyeing her tail curiously as it sways, curling up behind her body. her thumb gently strokes your skin, and she smiles almost wickedly. "you're so cute, i could just eat you up..." her eyes trail down your blankets, falling on where your waist would be. "you're lucky i like my prey a little slutty." she pinches your cheek, giving you no time to react to her words. "you're practically dripping, i can smell it."

she yanks the blankets off, revealing the wet patch on your panties and your surprised little face. you can't even manage to hide it before she's pushing your thighs open wide with clawed hands. they dig into your skin, leaving little indentations in your thighs as she leans in. you swear her eyes glow in the darkness of your room, focusing on your panties.

her clawed fingers trace over your clothed cunt, teasingly scraping the sharp points over your clit, feeling you squirm from the light sensations. she laughs, leaning up and suddenly bringing her palm down over your pussy. it's a dull thud and a slight pain that makes you yelp, thighs struggling to close as she keeps a firm hold on one.

"so sensitive too. what a little treat, and all for me?" she slides her free hand up to your jaw, tilting your already glassy eyes up to hers. "all for me?" she repeats, lightly squeezing your jaw.

and, really, you're not quite sure what takes over you when you respond with a meek little, "yes, all for you." slightly muffled by her hold on your face. she pats your cheek, satisfied as she settles back down between your legs.

she rips your panties right off you, tossing them away haphazardly, grinning up with sharp fangs. she nips your thigh just to hear you gasp for her before she licks a slow, fat stripe up your cunt. her tongue is skilled as she circles your clit, teasing your sensitive nerves as you begin to squirm.

you just can't help it. she feels so good, and your hips move on their own, grinding on your tongue. and then, once more, she slaps your pussy. considering it's your bare flesh now, it stings more, and she delights in your whiny little cry for her.

"bad girl." she chastises. "keep still for me." she warns, biting your skin again before diving back in.

you do your best to stay still, trying not to move your hips, but when she slides her tongue into your dripping hole, your hips jump. she suddenly lets out an almost disappointed sigh, pulling away. your slick still coats her lips and part of her face as she stares down at you.

"no! please- please wanna-"

"you're a disobedient little thing." she tuts, ignoring you. "you're lucky i like little brats." she drags a hand up your jaw, booping your nose before summoning ropes in her hands. it all happens so fast, and suddenly, you find yourself completely tied up.

intricate red rope knots cover your body, keeping you all tied up in a way she has easy access to your pussy, but one where you can't move at all. you struggle against the ropes, whining at her and she grins. "what's the matter?"

"'m sorry!" you whimper and she shakes her head.

"aw, but this doesn't have to be a punishment, does it? it's not so bad, being all tied up for me. you're much cuter when i don't have to keep reminding you of the rules." she covers her smile with the back of her palm. she leans back down, eyeing your dripping pussy. "you're wet enough, i'd say."

she sits up, making you watch as she slowly, teasingly strips. she unties the delicate strings holding her outfit together, revealing her breasts first. she lets the fabric slide down her stomach before she pulls it away to reveal her bare body. she cups her own breasts, seeing your desperate gaze.

"wanna touch, please?" you ask her and she sighs, teasing her own nipples with a wicked grin.

"if you're a good girl, maybe i'll let you. that's something you have to earn." she answers, positioning herself over you. she spreads your thighs, her cunt hovering over yours. "now, be a good little toy, and stay very still while i use you."

she slides her pussy over yours, her clit rubbing against yours as you mewl loudly for her, already sensitive from being edged earlier. she laughs wickedly, grinding more firmly. her grip on your legs is harsh, but the pleasure from her rubbing against you is sending your mind reeling.

"ah, sweetheart- you're drenched. you feel so good." she muses, head falling forward as she uses you entirely for her own pleasure. she drinks up your pathetic mewls and whimpers.

"close, i'm close, please, please-" you begin to babble, tears forming in your eyes as you desperately beg for her.

"go on, cum for me like the little slutty human you are." her ears flick, the jewelry in them jingling as she uses your body.

she feels your release against her, making it even more slick. you sigh with relief, only to whimper and cry when she keeps going. she grabs your face, shutting your mouth. "i didn't get to cum yet, don't be selfish. besides, you were begging me just a minute ago to cum. i'm letting you cum as many times as i decide. isn't that so generous of me?" she nods your head for you, patting your cheek and continuing to grind against you.

once she's wrung two more orgasms from you, she's sat herself right onto your face, riding your tongue as her clawed hands destroy your pillows. she uses you like you're nothing more than a toy to her, grinding her clit on your nose and completely suffocating you.

all you can feel, smell, hear, see, and taste are her.

she coos at you, so condescending as she cums on your tongue. "drink it all up, it's all for you. so strange that such a filthy little thing like you can get me so worked up. ah, looking after you had me pent up for the longest time." she smiles down at you, untying the knots as you lay limply on the bed.

she cups your cheek, her heart skipping a beat when you nuzzle into her palm like a little kitten.

"oh, it's a shame you're so cute. i almost feel bad for what i'm about to do. almost." she pets your head, letting you fall asleep in your dream.

she sneaks back out into the real world, picking up your sleeping body, carrying you off to her dimension. perhaps you'd be an interesting pet for her, indeed.

after all, miko wasn't quite done with you yet. she just can't help it that she's the possessive type ♡

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LET'S GET MARRIED!

synopsis: (childhood AU!) various genshin women proposing to you as children

featuring: miko, hu tao, dehya, ningguang

rating: sfw (anyone can interact)

warnings: gn! child reader, genshin women as children, fluff, puppy love, love at first sight, mentions of death (hu tao), funerals (hu tao), bullying (dehya), violence (dehya), poverty, may be ooc since they are children, not proofread.

art credits: whisper me a love song

MIKO

As a young kitsune, Miko was unable to transform into her human form due to a lack of strength and natural willpower. So, it was common for the yokai to be seen wandering around the shrine as a small fox, eating little snacks given to her by the shrine maidens, and terrorizing tiny children like the menace she was.

You’ve heard stories of a pink fox roaming the Narukami Shrine, but you didn’t think much of it when you sat down at a nearby bench to enjoy your lunch. Pulling out a small packet of your favorite chips, you tore it open before hearing a slight, rustling sound coming from within the bushes.

Rustle rustle rustle. 

You looked up to see one of the bushes in front of you moving, the branches shaking wildly before something pink and fluffy tumbled out from below.

A pink, fluffy, fox.

Miko had stumbled out of the plant with her fur all messy and tousled with leaves. A small yip leaving her mouth, as she shook like a wet dog and growled. Oh no, you’ve heard of this fox before. This was the terror of the Narukami Shrine, the infamous child attacker of Inazuma, the one, the only:

Yae Miko.

She sneezed as leaves blew out of her fur, before twitching her nose at the smell of your food. Once she caught a whiff of what you had in your lap, her eyes narrowed and she started glaring at you. Damn, even as a child, Miko still had that intimidating glare that could put an archon in their place, intimidating you with just a scowl before strutting up to you with confidence.

“…Hello?” You timidly say, looking down at the fox with worry. “You’re…you’re the fox that attacks kids, right? Please don’t hurt me, I’m just trying to eat my lunch.”

She narrowed her eyes at you. Even though she couldn’t speak, it felt like she was degrading you. 

“…Uhm. Do you want some? I can give you some if you like.”

Her tummy grumbled at an embarrassing time, causing her to only flatten her ears.

“…Okay.” You timidly reached into your bag and pulled out a small chip. Hesitantly, you held it out to her and waited for her to crawl up to you. “I hope it’s not that salty. I know kitsune taste buds can be pretty sensitive, so it’s okay if you don’t like it—”

She lunged forward to sniff the chip before biting onto it and gnawing like a dog. Cronch cronch cronch. She had crumbs spill all over the floor, but she seemed pretty satisfied overall, looking up at you for more. “Oh! Do you want some more?” She nodded, her tail starting to wag. “I can give you more, then!”

You ended up sharing half your lunch with the kitsune. Throwing her whatever you found in your lunchbox, and watching her devour it on the floor of the shrine. After a while, she seemed to have taken a liking to you and jumped on the bench beside you to lie down, letting out a content, purring noise. After that little interaction, you started coming to the shrine more often to feed and hang out with the little fox. Weeks passing by of this little friendship, you didn’t think your routine would change until one, fateful, day.

As you climbed up the steps leading to your favorite spot, you saw not the fox you’ve grown so accustomed to, but a small, pink haired girl around your age. She was waiting patiently on the bench you always sat at, before her ear twitched, indicating that she noticed you. 

Turning around, she had those same lilac eyes as your little foxy friend, as  they glimmered in a way that felt so familiar to you the more you stared.

“Finally, you came!” The girl said exasperatedly, folding her arms and pouting at you. “I was waiting all day! You keep a girl hungry, you know.” 

“I— sorry?” You looked so confused when she ran up to you and grabbed your lunch. “Hey—!”

“So, what did you bring this time? Fried tofu for Friday? I hope so…”

“Hey! Those are for my fox friend!” You exclaimed, snatching your lunchbox back. “I don’t even know you!”

“Are you dumb? I am your fox friend!” The girl yelled back, tugging the lunchbox back. “It’s me, Yae Miko!”

“Miko?!” Your eyes widened and you took a step back. No way, how could this bratty and sassy child be Yae Miko? “No way…”

“Yes way! I was able to transform into my human form the other night. I’m strong enough now!” She grinned proudly and showed off her canine teeth. Although a bit bratty and too overconfident, you could tell it was actually her due to her unique markings and fluffy, pink, ears. “Now, hand over the tofu! I’ve been waiting all week for this!”

You pouted and handed her the takeout box with tofu inside. “…Fine.”

She grinned and looked at you smugly before taking the carton out of your hands. “Thank you…!” She began eating with the elegance of a toddler before pausing her chewing mid way. “By the way, since I can talk now, I’ve been wanting to ask you something.” 

“Huh?” You gasped when she suddenly jumped on top of you and looked at you with those curious eyes. 

“I’ve decided I want to marry you when we get older.”

“What?!”

She smiled at you before hugging you close. Wanting to feel you in a way that had your little heart beating. “You heard me, I want to marry you! That way, you’ll feed me yummy food forever!” She exclaimed, staring at you in a way you couldn’t refuse. “Please?”

“I— o-okay…” your tiny kid's heart didn’t have the guts to refuse, so the moment you said yes, Miko smiled and nuzzled you close. “Hurray! Now you can feed me fried tofu for the rest of our lives!”

If only you knew, she would marry you for reasons other than fried tofu…

HU TAO

Funerals were typically held on rainy days like in the movies, so why was yours held on such a bright and sunny day?

You stared at the coffin in front of you with regret, regret for not being with your grandmother more, as she passed away in her sleep due to old age. The funeral was directed by Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, which meant you had an untimely encounter with the director’s eccentric granddaughter.

She was so…strangely upbeat. Of course, she paid her respects to the dead, mourning in a way to convey her sadness. But she was still quite the spunky one and you couldn’t help but get irritated at how nonchalant she was. 

There she was, prancing around the funeral giving jolly orders like it was nothing. You knew it was a part of her job, but did she really have to be so happy about it? You were slightly annoyed and went to sit by the pond to take a breather, pulling at the itchy black clothes your parents made you wear, before feeling the tears well up in your eyes. 

“Grandma…” your tiny voice trembled, sniffing and wiping away your tears, trying your best not to cry in front of all your family members.

“Yoo-hoo? Does someone need a tissue?” You heard a voice call, gentle footsteps walking up from behind and dangling a napkin in front of your face. “Better wipe up that runny nose, your face is too cute to be all snotty!”

“Hu Tao…” you frowned, taking her offered napkin and looking away. “Please go away, I’m not in the mood to play right now…”

Her face softened at the sight of you trying to hide your tears. Shamelessly trying to wipe your runny nose while hiding the fact that you were crying. “Okay…I guess I’ll go…”

Before she could leave however, your hand instinctively reached out to grab her sleeve, tugging her back. “No wait, I…” you grimaced and stared down at the floor. “I’m sorry, please stay…” Even though you were still annoyed, you still wanted the comfort of another person. Even if that person was Hu Tao. 

“Oh? Ah, okay…” Hu Tao immediately sat down beside you and looked at you with worry. “…Your eyes are really puffy, you know.”

“I know.” You mumble tiredly, wiping your nose with your sleeve and staring at the water. “I haven’t cried like this in a while.”

“Understandable. I mean, your grandma pa—” she stopped herself from saying more before slowly hugging her knees. “Ah…sorry.”

“It’s okay.” You mutter, a deafening silence overcoming you two. “You’re just trying to help.”

Another awkward silence. Usually Hu Tao was more talkative when it came to the two of you, but right now she was quiet as she sat down beside you and picked at the grass. While the adults in the background talked amongst themselves, Hu Tao finally snapped out of it and reached a hand out for you to take.

“…Hug?” She asked softly, opening her arms like a baby bear cub. 

“…Hug.” You say quietly, moving over to hug her while trying your best not to sob all over her shoulder. “There there. No need to hold back.” Hu Tao says reassuringly, squeezing you tightly. “You can snot over my shirt if you want. I have others.”

“No, ew.” You chuckle through your sobs. “That’s disgusting.”

“Well, I don’t mind if it makes you feel better…” she murmurs against your ear. “I don’t like seeing you so upset.” 

“I don’t normally get so upset, sorry…”

“No, it’s okay. I just want to cheer you up.” 

She patted your back comfortingly, before placing her hat on top of your head. “You know, I wish we could hang out more often. You seem like a pretty cool kid.” She smiles brightly at you before pulling away from the hug. “I wanna be with you more! Not just at the funeral parlor.”

“Sniff, really?” You blinked your tears away and looked up at her. 

“Really.” She says with a smile, cupping your hands. “…Actually, I have an idea!”

She plucked a dandelion sprout from the ground and got down on one knee, holding out the flower to your face. “Let’s get married when we’re older! That way, I can cheer you up whenever we’re together!”

Your face flushed at the sudden proposal and you immediately panicked. “Ah, wait! Aren’t marriages a serious thing? Don’t you have to be in love for that to happen?”

“Pfft! Who cares? Marriages make people happy, so I wanna make you happy too…”

She slipped the dandelion between your ear and smiled, giving you a smile you would soon see walking down the altar…

DEHYA

You ran down the streets of your hometown, trying to avoid all the bullies chasing your tail and diving down random alleyways to lose them as quickly as possible. Unfortunately for you however, you found yourself at a dead end with nowhere else to go, a bunch of big kids getting ready to make you their next target, as they took the liberty of picking up rocks to throw at you.

“Ah, come on! Can’t you leave me alone just this once?” You looked aggravated and fearful for your life, backing up against the hardened brick wall that led to your demise. “Don’t you get tired of picking on me all the time? Find something else to do!”

Your desperate pleas fell on deaf ears as they got ready to launch their rocks. You sighed and crouched down on the ground, trying to cover your head for the inevitable pain you were going to feel.

“Okay, just please make it quick…”

You squeezed your eyes shut and resisted the urge to cry, bracing yourself for the impact that…strangely never came? 

Instead, you heard the loud yells of a rugged and tomboyish girl, the sounds of kids screaming in fear, before footsteps sprinted away from you. The sounds slowly grew quieter and quieter, leaving you to open your eyes and see a pretty, short-haired girl standing in front of you.

“They’re gone now, I chased them away for you.” Was all she said before extending her hand out. “Are you okay? Did they hit you or anything?”

Your cheeks flushed hot at the sight of her trying to help you, as the girl was very pretty and the way she was staring at you with those piercing blue eyes made your heart leap with relief. What was this feeling? Could it be? Did you finally develop one of those things called crushes? 

You realized she was still staring at you and shook your head no.

“Ah, no…they didn’t.” You slowly took her hand and stood up. “I’m okay, thanks.”

“You sure? Your knee looks pretty bad.”

You looked down to see what she was pointing at and sure enough, you had somehow scraped your knee during the chase. “Oh, I guess I didn’t notice…” you brushed off some sand that had gotten on it and winced. “Don’t worry, it’s just a scrape. It’ll heal.”

“Not if it gets infected.” She huffs, grabbing your hand with her own. Wow, even for a kid as young as you, she sure was strong. “Come on, I’ll take you back to my tent. My name’s Dehya by the way.” 

She tugs you down to follow her to her camp and makes you sit down, grabbing all the medical supplies her arms could carry before setting them down in front of you.

“Uhm, do you know how to use these? Only grownups should use alcohol.” You scrunched up your nose at the sight, causing Dehya to laugh beautifully. 

“Pfft, you’re thinking of the wrong kind of alcohol,” she grins, applying some on a piece of gauze. “That’s drinking alcohol, it’s the kind that makes grownups all dizzy and say funny things. This is rubbing alcohol.”

She gently applies the gauze to your scrape and watches you hiss in pain. The moment she sees tears well up in your eyes though, she immediately grabs your hand.

“Ah—! I’m sorry, but this has to be done! My dad told me you have to disinfect wounds so you don’t get germs on it!” She squeezed your hand in comfort, helping you push through the pain before setting the gauze down to begin bandaging you. “I know it hurts, but adults go through scary injuries all the time and have to go through the same thing. You can be brave for me, right?”

She looks up at you with those piercing blue eyes and you couldn’t bring yourself to say no.

“Hah! That’s the spirit!” She smiles and finishes wrapping up your knee. “There, all done! Can you walk?”

You shakily got up on wobbly knees before almost falling backwards, if not for Dehya instinctively catching you. “…Huh. Seems like you need a bit more recovery.”

She helps you sit back down before frowning after a few moments. “Actually, I have to ask, how long have you been bullied by those bigger kids?”

“Ah, for a little while…” you mumble in response, hiding your face in shame. “It’s okay, they’ll get bored of me eventually.”

“Eventually?” Dehya’s face furrowed with anger. “No! I’m not gonna let them keep bullying you! You deserve better!” She huffs and grabs your hand, before dramatically getting down on one knee. “I’m going to protect you till the end of time. My dad said that you should always protect those who can’t protect themselves, so I’m doing that for you!”

“But—”

She looked at you with such fiery determination and you shut up immediately.

“No buts. I’ve decided I’m going to stick with you for as long as I can.” She smiled and held your hands, leaning in close with a grin. “Perhaps we’ll even get married…”

Your eyes widened at the idea. Married to Dehya? I mean, it’s not like you were opposed to it…

“Married? Oh, uh, alright….” Dehya smiled and patted your head.

“Good. I’ll make sure you’re safe as long as you’re with me.”

She bows down to you like a knight would before taking your hand and kissing it. 

“That’s what a good wife does after all…”

NINGGUANG

Due to living in poverty, little tiny Ningguang had to make a living by selling seashells on the beach. She didn’t have time to play with the other kids, or go eat lunch with them by the pier, so she ended up not having a lot of friends to talk to, due to her poor upbringing and determination for money.

She would’ve ended up alone if not for you, a humble, yet curious child who took interest in what Ningguang wanted to sell. They were mostly handmade wares and shells she found lying on the beach, so there wasn’t really anything of high value. Despite that however, you were intrigued, and moved a little closer to take a look at what Ningguang had to offer.

She noticed you, standing up abruptly to present whatever she thought would interest you. “You seem rather enveloped by my jewelry,” Ningguang says, lifting up one of the trays of rings. “They’re all handcrafted and personally made by me. The pearls you see are freshly harvested from oysters found by the Liyue docks.”

She looked proud of her little business spiel and gently took your hand into hers. “Would you like to try one? I can help you find your ring size.”

Despite her living in rags and dirt, you couldn’t help but find her beautiful as she looked up at you with gemstone-brimmed eyes. Blinking up at you in a beautiful shade of scarlet, as her warm smile brought you newfound feelings you’ve never felt before. What were those feelings you may ask? Perhaps something akin to fascination, or perhaps…a small crush? 

Nevertheless, you knew this girl was beautiful, and wanted to get to know her better. After browsing around her selection of wares for you to purchase from, your eyes landed on a particular set of jewelry. “Are these a set? They both match…” you ask with curiosity, picking up one of the rings.

“Yes, I made those two in mind for a couple who happened to be walking by.” She picks up the second one in the pair and holds it out to you. “They are matching rings and can symbolize anything. Romance, friendship, familial bond…”

She smiles at you and gently slips one of the pairs onto your finger. “Here, it seems to fit onto you perfectly. Do you like it?” 

You did. It was absolutely beautiful and you admired the glittering pearl like it was the second prettiest thing you’ve ever seen. (The first one being Ningguang)

“It’s beautiful. But…” your eyes moved down to the matching pair in the set. “I don’t have anyone to match with…”

Ningguang raised a brow at this. Well, you could always buy another ring, so it’s not like this was a big deal.

“Oh? That’s a shame. Then perhaps you could get something else? Or, even just take one of the pairs and leave the other.” She thought quite logically about the situation and didn’t seem bothered by your dilemma. After giving her suggestion, she was a bit confused as to why you looked so upset. “Uh…is something the matter?”

“We can’t just separate the pair!” You exclaim, your childishness shining through. “They’d get lonely knowing the other pair is somewhere else…”

“But they’re just…rings?” Ningguang looked confused as to what you were throwing a fuss about. “Rings don’t have feelings!”

“You don’t know that!” You shout back, holding one of the rings close to your chest. “It needs to know it matches with someone. Then it’ll fulfill its purpose in life…”

Poor Ningguang looked so confused at the whole ordeal before sighing in slight disbelief. Perhaps she was a bit too mature for her age to understand, but it seemed that splitting the rings apart was troubling you to a great degree. 

“Alright, I have an idea…” Ningguang murmurs, taking the second half of the pair and slipping it onto her finger. “You can keep that one, and I will keep this one. That way we will match.” 

Your eyes lit up at this solution. “So we can be…a bonded pair?” You ask quietly, looking at her with intrigue.

Dammit. Little Ningguang’s face blushed and she couldn’t help but grow flustered. “Yes, we can be a bonded pair…” she grumbles, ignoring the way you were starting to look cute. 

“Hurray!” You smile gleefully, slipping the ring on and handing you some mora. “Now we can pretend to be married! Like real couples!” 

She felt the blood rush to her face as she looked down at the matching ring in her hand, a spur of newfound feelings bubbling in her chest, as Ningguang had never felt this way before. 

From that day forward, Ningguang vowed to become the richest woman in Liyue. All for the sole purpose of potentially buying you a real ring to marry…

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Dark Days - Yae Miko x Male!Reader

A/N: That's right, angst is on the menu today boyz. CW: Descriptions of disease, Kitsune!Reader, Reader death.

Creatures of lesser might are naturally attracted to their superiors. The strongest wolf leads the pack, the biggest Hilichurl commands the others, even the fascinating humans flock to the banners of those strongest in body or mind. Kitsune are no exception. 

There wasn't a day in your centuries of life that was lacking in kitsune. Those of your kind that haven't yet reached sapience always seemed to somehow stumble into your presence, guided by some sort of inexplicable magnetism. You and Miko often debated on the reason why these sly creatures could always find you. Maybe they sought to learn from you and follow your lead into ascension? Perhaps it was simply instinct or scent mixed with curiosity, it wasn't clear. What was clear, however, was that you couldn't help but interact with them. Their little ears and cute snouts never failed to make you share some delicious fish or egg with them. 

Foxes didn't make for good pets only, however. They could understand your commands and would carry them out flawlessly, as long as they were within their ability. Their main use was delivering letters from you and to you. What better use than make them the envoys of the Envoys? The irony never ceased to amuse you. 

There were some quarrels every now and then, obviously. These were still wild animals at heart. Sometimes they were moody and would stay away, sometimes you would accidentally step on their tail, earning a squeak and an offended glare from them. When one of these cuties would get too much into playtime, you would get a nibble or two. Neither you nor Miko paid any mind - they were shallow at worst and healed within a single day or two. 

That day wasn't any different. Miko needed to send a message to a Shumuutsuban agent, and she enlisted your help. You called a kitsune over, and before long one emerged from the nearby shrubbery. Just when it approached and you leaned down to attach the message to its back did you notice how dirty and skinny the creature was. It seemed dazed, its steps were unsure and shaky, lacking the usual tact and elegance of your kind’s thread. Regardless, you gave it directions. Just as you moved your hands closer, the fox sank its teeth into your hand. 

You yelped and struck it with a painful, but harmless Electro shock, and it scurried away. Never did you see a fox so snappy, and you were Miko’s husband. Ultimately, you cursed the animal under your breath and moved on with your day. 

Days passed. Absorbed by the soon approaching summer festival, you didn’t pay attention to the minor injury you sustained, even when the red spot didn’t seem to go away as it should. Miko noticed it by accident one day and questioned you. You just shrugged. 

“I guess it’s sunburn? I really should apply some sun cream.”

You did as you said, but even after an entire week of careful treatment, the “burn” was still where it was. More - it seemingly expanded, with the skin feeling just as smooth as the rest of your body. Miko’s curiosity turned into concern when the area became hot to the touch. Something wasn’t quite right with your hand, and yet you claimed to feel nothing out of the ordinary. To test this, Miko pinched your skin and was promptly taken aback by your complete lack of reaction to the stimulus. 

When the heat spread through your whole body, you called in a physician. Much to Miko’s relief, a short examination revealed that it was nothing but a minor infection from a neglected cut. 

Your wife spoke her farewells to the good doctor and took a few days off to keep you company. After all, what good would the medicine do you if you didn’t have the support you needed? Your fever dropped, giving both of you some much needed peace of mind. It was a fantastic opportunity to spoil you, even if kisses or cuddling were out of the picture - Miko didn’t want to bother with coughs, fever or any of the many unpleasantries sickness carried with itself. You were positively adorable, resting in the guest bed and becoming all flustered whenever she brought you tea, food or read you a book. 

But her smile was short-lived. 

Just a few days after the visit, the fever returned, higher than ever. Your forehead was close to burning to the touch. With the fever came sweat - constant sweat, drenching every bit of the sheets and blankets. Shivering, you lost most water in your body almost overnight. 

When Miko saw you in the morning, a cold shiver ran down her spine. You were sitting on the edge of the bed, your eyes wide open and blinking slightly, your skin shiny with sweat. You mumbled to her about wanting something to drink, but your voice was… wrong. Damaged, hoarse, as if your very throat had been scraped and mangled by a knife. There was a thick line of drool flowing from your agape mouth. 

“Water…” You moaned. “Please…”

It wasn’t long before a glass of the drink rested in your hand. Despite your state, your delirious expression betrayed hesitation. Miko stretched out her arm to hold you, but stopped herself shortly. She couldn’t risk catching whatever you had. 

“Honey, please drink it. It will do your body good.” She spoke in a calm, almost motherly voice, soothing and composed. 

With a shaking hand you lifted the glass to your lips. As soon as the water touched your lip, your throat spasmed, forcing you to spit it out. The glass fell to the floor, its life saving contents rejected by your very self. 

Miko spoke not a word more and rushed to the palace. It didn’t take long to explain the emergency, as Ei has been paying visits to your house ever since your condition confined you to the bed. Within less than an hour Ei gathered every medic she had at her service and led them back to you. 

—

Miko leads the humans through her house. Her steps are nervous, yet determination shines in her pupils. Everything will be alright now that the very Shogun brought the best of the best to your bedside. 

She opens your door, able to cast just one pained glance at your restless, miserable form. Your breathing is so heavy she can hear it from beyond the threshold. Miko turns to Ei, who nods at the doctors. They move into the room one by one. Miko turns to follow them, but is stopped by Ei’s arm on her shoulder. 

“Trust them. They know their trade and focus is what they need now.” 

Miko looks down. She shakes her head. “Yes. Of course.”

They sit down in the living room. Miko is fidgeting with her fingers. No words exit the lips of any of the two women. The tension hangs thick in the room, audible sounds of the researchers murmuring to each other being the only to break the deafening silence. 

Before long, the door opens. Miko jumps up and watches the men approach. Their expressions, graced with many scars of experience and age, are bleak. They look at each other nervously. Miko can hardly contain herself. 

“Speak!” She growls. “What is happening to my husband?”

One of them coughs. “It is…”

Silence. 

“Hydrophobia.” Another completes the sentence. 

Miko’s eyes grow wide. A smile of disbelief makes its way to her lips. She scoffs. 

“What? You can’t be serious.”

Reading the room, Ei stands by Miko in silence. 

“Lady Yae Miko, we are certain-” “So what if it is hydrophobia? Treat it.” Her eyes narrow. 

“There is no known cure to the disease. We are sorry.”

“Ah, is that so?” 

She makes a step forward. Her eyes meet those of the medic. 

“Fascinating. Isn’t it your job to cure? If you cannot do that, then what use are you, anyway?”

The man tugs at the collar of his outfit. His eyes dart from the kitsune to the floor and back. 

“You are worthless.” 

Her open hand raises and lands on the cheek of the elderly man, the sheer force of the blow making him reel back. Miko bares her fangs in rage, but before she can do another move, Ei grabs her by her kimono and turns her body to face her. 

“Stop this! Do not raise your hand at them, they are not the ones to blame.”

Miko groans and tries to push her friend away, but the god’s superior strength renders her efforts futile. Their eyes meet. Ei remains calm and collected. The stillness of her features chills Miko’s anger. 

Moments pass in silence.  

“We need to secure him. We cannot risk him going feral and hurting anybody.” She speaks, the decisiveness in her voice plain to hear. 

“I know.” 

A tear runs down Miko’s cheek. She smiles through the choking sensation, wiping her eyes with her hand. 

“I… I just don’t… want him to l-leave.” She shakes her head. “Not yet. N-not yet.” 

Miko lets her gaze fall downwards. Ei issues a command and the doctors re-enter your room. The fox remains paralyzed, her mind too dazed to form a coherent sentence. 

She wants to speak out. Protest. She wants to rip the humans to shreds, limb from limb, she wants to spit blasphemies at Ei for letting all this happen. At the same time, she wants to fall to her knees and kiss their feet, begging them to do something. Anything. 

But her mind knows. It knows that she shouldn't lash out as she sees the scientists take you out of your bed on a stretcher, yet her mind struggles. To understand. 

The stretcher stops next to her. She places her hand on the towel covering your forehead, her finger still bearing the ring that bound you and her together all these years ago. 

“Goodbye, my love.”

Until death does us apart. 

Thanks for reading.

[watatsumiis]

'Friends in Unexpected Places' a Yae Miko x Reader drabble!

Dunno if I'd say this is Miko x reader, more so a Miko and reader interaction, but it can be read either way!

Gender neutral reader (one who is a little silly and chaotic), a few pet names used by Miko (little one, dear, darling). Generic mischievous Miko shenanigans!

The trek up to the Grand Narukami Shrine is long and arduous, as it always is. Despite being lauded as one of the most important shrines in Inazuma, the stairs aren’t exactly in great shape. 

Not for the first time, you wonder if there’s some kind of secret elevator shaft somewhere that Yae Miko simply never bothered to tell you about - you wouldn’t be surprised, considering how difficult it is to get up here individually, let alone carrying the heavy supply crates that regularly get delivered to the shrine. 

You wipe some sweat from your brow as you emerge onto the mountaintop plateau and look out over the railing at the sprawling landscape, so far below that you feel a little dizzy. If you narrow your eyes, you can just make out the dark smudge of Ritou in the far, far distance, and a cursory glance a ways off to the left presents Inazuma City in all its glory, though it’s so far away that the details are nigh on impossible to make out 

After taking a few minutes to regain your composure, you approach the temizuya and perform the cleansing ritual that Yae Miko had shown you upon your first visit to the shrine, making sure to perform the steps in the right order before setting the ladle back down. 

You were here today at the Guuji Yae’s behest - she’d sent you a letter inviting you for afternoon tea, but by the looks of things, she’s not here at the moment. You can’t help but feel a little disappointed, but you come to terms with it quickly. The head shrine maiden is a busy woman, the fact that this is the first time she’s ever been late to one of your catch-ups is a miracle in and of itself. 

Your shoes tap softly on the wood beneath your feet as you pass by a shrine maiden, who leans forward in the small booth she’s situated in and smiles politely at you. “Would you like to draw a fortune slip?” She asks, gesturing towards a small bamboo container in front of you. 

You pause for a few seconds, mulling it over. Well, you’ve got to try and fill your time with something. “Sure.” You offer a small smile to the woman, who returns it wholeheartedly. 

“All you have to do is pick up this cylinder, and shake it until a bamboo slip comes out.” You do as she asks until the slip falls out into your open palm. “Now pass it here, and I’ll give you your fortune.” You offer the slip, and she exchanges it for a carefully rolled up piece of paper.

You delicately unfurl it and take in the words written there. ‘Friends can be found at the most unexpected times and places.’ You furrow your brow at the vagueness of it. 

“If it’s a bad fortune,” The shrine maiden tells you, a slight frown pulling at her features. “You can tie it up over there, that may help change your luck.”

“It’s not a bad fortune, don’t worry.” You look up at her. “Thank you, though.” 

“Of course.” She smiles and dips her head, and you turn to walk away, rolling up the slip of paper and putting it in your pocket. 

You walk back the way you came, hoping that perhaps you’ll be able to spot Lady Yae coming up the stairs (though you’re not particularly inclined to believe she’d ever do such a tiring thing without good enough reason). 

You’re brought to an abrupt stop as your foot collides with something semi-solid, and a sharp yap comes from below. Quickly, you look down to see a fluffy little creature giving you a most offended look. 

It’s bright pink, but other than that, it looks just like almost any other juvenile fox. “I’m so sorry!” You exclaim, and it gives you a pointed look before turning away. 

You kneel down and reach a hand out tentatively, trying to see if it’s injured, but it coolly side-steps away with a flick of its tail. 

“What are you doing up here, anyways?” You’ve seen foxes roaming in the areas surrounding the mountain, and on the plains not far from Inazuma City, but never in the shrine itself. You figured it had something to do with Miko’s aura being so intimidating. “Come on, you must be lost.” You give it an encouraging wave and straighten back up. 

You’re almost positive that it can’t understand you, but the look on its face seems to border on amused as it plods along beside you, tail wagging back and forth slowly. Before you know it, you’re back at the entrance to the shrine, with a small fox at your heels.

“There you go, I’m sure you can find your way from here.” You gesture to the stairs, barely a stone's throw away. The fox sits down, resting its fluffy tail over its paws and yawning widely, showing off small, sharp fangs and blinking slowly.

“Right. Well.” You turn on your heel. “Bye.” You’re not sure exactly why you’re talking to a fox, but it’s not really the strangest thing you’ve done, you don’t think. 

From the corner of your eye, you see the fox stand, and watch its fur shift as it stretches languidly and flicks its fluffy tail. It pauses for a few moments before turning and padding after you once more.

You stop in your tracks, and the fox stops with you, staring expectantly at you and tilting its head to the side. 

“I don’t have any treats for you.” You turn to face it and hold your hands out to show that they’re empty. “I don’t even know what foxes eat.” It’s not an entirely untrue statement - though you know what Lady Yae likes, you feel like actual foxes probably don’t enjoy fried tofu as much as she does. Actually, you don’t know if anyone enjoys fried tofu as much as Miko does. 

You’re momentarily distracted as a shrine maiden walks by and casts her gaze over you, then the fox. Something close to amusement passes over her face, but she continues on her way without a word. 

“Go on. Shoo.” You wave your hand towards the exit, but the fox just stares at you unblinkingly. “You can’t stay here. You’re going to get stepped on.” 

The look it’s giving you almost feels like one of amusement, though you don’t know if foxes can even feel amusement, much less express it so openly. It takes a few steps closer to you and sits down, lifting one front paw to nudge at your foot insistently before giving a soft yip. 

“If I carry you down part of the way,” you bargain, as if this ridiculously coloured creature can possibly understand you. “Will you go the rest of the way on your own?” 

The fox cocks its chin up and lets out a little huff that you take to be an affirmative answer. 

You kneel down and hold your hands out, but the fox just stands there, watching on with judgemental eyes. 

“Come on.” You twitch your fingers at it, and one of its ears flicks down for a brief moment. You try making a few little kissy noises, as if calling for a cat. The fox just shifts its weight and wraps its tail around itself, watching you expectantly. “Pspsps.” 

It noses into its chest fur for a moment, nudging a tuft that was sticking out back into place. You take the opportunity to shuffle forward a little closer, wondering if this might just be an absolutely absurd idea. The fox leans towards you, and you awkwardly wrap your arms around it.

It’s like a strange, uncomfortable mix of lifting a dog and lifting a cat, mixed in with handling a ferret. The fox seems to suddenly be all lanky limbs and fur so silky soft that it’s hard to keep a good grip. 

The fox lets out an aggrieved puff and adjusts itself, giving you a little warning nip as you try to steady it by placing a hand on its haunch. It takes a few awkward moments until the fox is settled in your arms, curled up close to your chest with its tail dangling off of your arm. It tilts its head up towards the entrance, and you begin walking, taking it a little slower so that the fox you’ve found yourself taking care of won’t get jostled about too much. It’s heavier than it looks, like its body is denser than most animals. It’s a bit of an odd feeling.

“You know, I didn’t think foxes would be this soft.” You observe aloud, rubbing a little tuft of fur between your forefinger and thumb. 

The fox turns its nose up, seeming affronted. 

“I didn’t mean it like that.” You say, as if the fox can actually understand you. “I just thought maybe foxes would feel more like dogs.” 

Suddenly, the fox shifts its weight, and you pause on the steps, worried about it accidentally falling. You grimace as it presses its paw down on a particularly tender spot on your arm, pushing all its weight down until you flinch slightly. “Ow!” You complain. 

The fox then stops abruptly, curling back close to your chest with a sniff of disdain. You can’t help but feel like it was trying to punish you. 

You walk down the stairs in silence until you come to a small plateau of grass. You kneel down to set the fox back on the ground, but it doesn’t seem to want to. You try to awkwardly get it to roll out of your arms and deposit it on the ground, but it moves with a slinky, lazy sort of elegance that makes it impossible. 

“Come on, it’s time to go.” You complain. “I’m meeting with someone, and she will never let me hear the end of it if I’m somehow even later than she is because I was babysitting a pink puffball.” 

Even as you straighten your arms out, the fox rolls and contorts in a way that almost definitely should not be possible while keeping its spine intact. 

“Are you Miko’s pet or something?” You ask, beginning to become frustrated with the increasingly difficult behaviour the fox is exhibiting. “You’re just as difficult.” This statement is met with a sharp nip to your fingertips, and you suck in a pained breath through your teeth. “Are you made of her fur sheddings? The way you’re sticking to me, I wouldn’t be surprised. Come on, shoo!” 

You feel worry begin to patter in your chest at the idea of being late for your afternoon tea, but you still can’t seem to manage to untangle yourself from the little fox that has become so attached to you. “Fine then, you can come to afternoon tea with me. And I won’t say anything to defend you when Miko bullies you for being a scrawny little kit.” This statement is met with another bite to your upper arm, sharp little teeth sinking into your clothing. 

“Stop that!” You exclaim, standing up and walking over to sit on the stairs. The fox drops into your lap, showing no trace of its previous determination to stay wrapped up in your arms. It curls up on your thighs, stepping on just about every sensitive spot you have with its full weight before it finally settles and looks up at you with big, dark purple eyes. 

“You must be Miko’s pet.” You observe. “Only she would get her hands on a fox that looks just like her.” You shake your head and sigh. The fox continues to stare at you. “But even so, that won’t stop me from pulling your tail.” You wrap your fingers tentatively around the bundle of fluff, though you don’t have any real intention of pulling on it at all. That just feels too mean. 

You stop in your tracks as you hear a noise on the wind - a faint chuckle, one that you recognise all too well. Every muscle in your body stiffens as you look around, searching for the source. “L-Lady Yae?” You call hesitantly, brow furrowing in confusion. 

“Oh, little one.” Her voice is a little clearer now, and you feel the weight in your lap shift and disappear. Oh, now you go running off. You roll your eyes. Her laughter comes again, and with it, a heavier weight dropping in your lap. 

You jump in surprise as, in a blur of pink, red and white, Miko herself all but appears in your lap, her arms wrapped around your neck and legs thrown off to one side.

You hold yourself tensely, a little unsure of what the appropriate way to react would be. “It’s…uh…nice to see you?” You hazard tentatively, casting your gaze around the small landing you’re on. 

“And you, dear.” She coos, twirling loose parts of your clothing around her fingers. 

“Did you…uh…see where that fox got to?” Despite the squabble, you can’t help but feel a little worried for the small creature you’d briefly taken under your care. “Is it a pet of yours?” 

Miko throws her head back and laughs, a high and breathy laugh, more open and expressive than she ever allows herself to be normally. “The fox.” She echoes, shaking her head and focusing her intense violet gaze upon you. “Darling, you wouldn’t recognise a youkai if one haunted your house.” She traces her fingers down your cheek in a playful manner. “Or if it bit you. Quite literally, might I add.” She moves her hand from your cheek to your upper arm, then to your fingertips, where the fox nipped at you. 

“Wait, what do you mean?” Despite feigning ignorance, you feel the apprehension dawning as clear as day. “You…that wasn’t…You’re not…?” 

Miko gives you a fangy grin. “Oh, did I neglect to show you my fox form?” She teases, the symmetrical dimples beside her eyes deepening as her grin just grows at your shocked reaction. “Silly me.”

You sputter for a few moments, unable to get together the words to express how you’re feeling or what to do to rectify the fact that you had just babied fox-form Miko, and talked badly about her to her face. “I-I…” You begin, only for Miko to interrupt you as she presses one perfectly manicured finger against your nose. 

“I’ll admit, your reactions were quite amusing.” She informs you. “I think you’d make quite an interesting light novel protagonist.” 

“Did you do all of that just to…to prank me?” You ask, feeling a little taken aback at her behaviour, though it’s far from unexpected at this point.

Miko crinkles her face up in amusement. You feel a tug on one of your pockets, and before you know it, she’s unravelling the fortune you pulled earlier. “Friends can be found at the most unexpected times and places.” She recites with a sly wink and a mischievous grin on her face.

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[pristine-rose]

Slice of heaven

⊹ characters : ei, yae (threesome)

⊹ synopsis : as a double birthday gift, you give yourself as a dessert so roaringly sweet, they can’t possibly resist temptation

⊹ warnings : eimiko (x reader; poly relationship), threesome, food play, oral (reader receiving), overstimulation, slight marking, slight breast & nipple play, slight temperature play

⊹ female reader (afab, she/her usage), no y/n usage, not beta read

i’m late to their bdays — biggest apologies to the sapphics

“Happy birthday to…” 

The fox envoy sang quite lazily, though it was more to herself rather than to you or the other woman in the private chambers of Tenshukaku. She laid back on the bed with her head lolling off the edge, a cherry stem hanging from her lips. 

“…me~!” 

Smiling as you picked the stem right from her mouth, you sighed, “Miko, it’s not your birthday yet.” As you stood in front of her, your body appeared upside down as she dangled her head backwards off the bed. She grumbled slightly at your figure, before you continued, “There’s still half an hour left until midnight, so it is still Ei’s.” 

“Hmph, you sure like ruining the fun, little one,” she spat in displeasure, eyes narrowing into a glare. “Won’t you let me celebrate even a little early?” 

“But…” Ei mumbled from her seat at the other side of the bed. “I wasn’t allowed to celebrate early…?”

You silently rolled your eyes at your lovers’ childish antics as Miko laughed at the archon, all before you tossed the stem to a nearby bowl. Off another bowl, your pink haired lover was picking red cherries and plopping them into her mouth. She tossed each pit into the disposal next to her, though sometimes you worried about her choking. 

As if hearing your internal concerns, she reached for a strawberry this time. Finally, the fox envoy properly sat upwards on the bed to dip the fruit in a dab of whipped cream and chocolate syrup. 

“Come on now, Ei,” Miko teased as she took her first bite into the sweet red fruit. “Wouldn’t you be so kind to lend these last few minutes of your birthday to me?” The archon watched as the fox ate at her strawberry—nibbling and licking the juice so sensually teasing, such that Ei had to cast her gaze aside. 

“I suppose we can share it…” she muttered. 

As Miko triumphantly grinned, you sighed, “You’re not getting your gifts early, you know.” 

“So stubborn,” she snarled at you. Miko tossed the end of the strawberry into the disposal once again, before she moved closer to Ei on the bed. “I might just take my own gift now, since you’re acting like such a killjoy…” 

Her hand dove for another cherry from the bowl, but not before beckoning you closer. Those electric eyes of hers basically prompted you: ‘Watch my movements,’ and so your gaze followed her fingertips as they placed the cherry between Ei’s lips. Quicker than you could comprehend, Miko dove in, capturing both Ei and the cherry with her own mouth—her tongue curling around the fruit and piercing it with her teeth. 

Ei immediately grew shy on impact. Her eyes first landed on you out of embarrassment, but then they closed once Miko grew more dominating in this cherry-filled kiss. The fox envoy was purposely putting on a show, just to tempt and annoy you. 

Her tongue swirled more amidst Ei’s helpless little gasps, before finally parting. 

Upon Miko’s pink tongue laid a cherry pit, and the stem was held between two of her fingertips. She had a wicked smirk on her face—but she wasn’t looking down at Ei’s breathless form, no. She was looking towards you, who was still standing at the side of the bed. 

Her eyes darted towards Ei’s figure for a moment, prompting you to steal a glance at her. And dear Archons, your God was positively delighted after that one kiss. Ei was leaning back on the headrest of the bed, lips stained cherry red with juices of the fruit dripping down to her chin. She panted as if her breath was stolen from her lungs, her chest slowly heaving up and down. 

As if vying for your attention, Miko loudly spat the pit straight into the disposal—but then she beckoned you nearer with the cherry stem still nestled between her pristine pink nails. She forced you to kneel one knee atop the bed, such that you were hovering over that mischievous smirk of hers. 

“Did you know I can tie a cherry stem into a knot with my tongue?” she teasingly asked, circling her arms around your neck. The sly fox planted one chaste peck upon your untouched lips, before she suddenly pushed you towards Ei. 

You landed atop your archon with a yelp of surprise and attempted to regain your composure, but not before Miko’s slender hand planted itself down on your back. 

“Stay down, little lover,” she commanded, fingers spreading so she could push you down against Ei’s body. “I’m getting my early birthday treat.” 

You turned your head back—though, you turned as much as you could possibly manage with Miko pressing you down. It didn’t help that Ei herself was beginning to trap you, as well; her arms circled around your waist, both traveling downwards until they needily grasped your ass through your clothing. 

“You’ll help Ei enjoy her last birthday moments”—she reached for something at the side of the bed—“and you’ll put on a show for me, too, won’t you?” 

How dare she put on such an erotic tone for your ears to suffer, though you supposed Miko was always like this. The hand that was situated at your back suddenly lifted, but it was replaced by Miko’s own body, effectively sandwiching you between the shrine maiden and the archon. As you gasped from the feeling of her warmth against your back, you heard a little click! from behind, indicating the opening of a container. 

Miko’s fingers suddenly came into your vision, but they roughly grabbed at Ei’s jaw, her thumb immediately forcing its way inside her mouth. She tilted the archon’s head upwards, pressing flat on her tongue as if feeding her something. 

“Open wide, Your Grace,” Miko whispered. 

And that’s when you saw it—Miko squeezing a bottle of chocolate syrup down into Ei’s mouth. 

She only allowed a little before pushing Ei’s mouth shut, forcing her to taste and swallow the flavoring. 

“How is it?” the pink haired woman asked. 

“So sweet,” Ei practically whined. Her eyes looked downright pleading. They looked straight through you, and instead seemed like they were begging Miko to do something more. 

The fox envoy laughed, “If you like it so much, why don’t you share it?” 

The cue barely registered in your head before Ei was already clashing her lips against yours. Her tongue forced its way into your mouth, swirling whatever remains of that sweet, chocolate flavor there was. She was relentless, as if addicted to not only the sweet topping, but to your own taste, as well. 

Miko finally removed herself from your backside to watch from the sidelines. Though, it wasn’t like she was needed anymore as a restraint—no, not when Ei’s arms had collectively tightened themselves around your body, desperate to kiss you harder. 

She tasted of chocolate and a certain sweetness you couldn’t quite decipher, but the sugar was not a stranger to your tongue. Ei was so helpless in these moments, panting as you drank in her moans; you could’ve sworn you heard Miko chuckle slightly to the side, but your God’s kiss made you ignore her sly intentions. 

The next thing you knew, Miko was right against your back again, this time pulling you upright by your shoulders. She situated you right on her lap, facing Ei, who was desperately gasping from your kiss. 

You couldn’t help but whine from the sudden force, even shivering as a string of saliva from Ei fell down to your chin. 

“Shhh,” Miko hushed right by your ear. You squirmed on her lap—her hot breath from her mouth passed right by your ear as the tip of her lips caressed its shell. Ei watched from in front of you, and her eyes did not shy away from undressing you. She was scanning your body up and down, watching so indecently as Miko began to remove whatever clothing you wore. 

It was so cold in the room. And yet the heat of Miko’s body pressed right behind you was enough to make you writhe so timidly. They were both still dressed, and both so mean. 

From behind you, Miko threw a smirk over to Ei from behind your shoulder, as if tempting her to lose control. Ei watched as the fox placed a dominating hand right over your stomach, before pressing it down so your legs would move forward. 

Your archon watched with hunger as you breathed heavily against her familiar’s touch. It didn’t even occur to her that Miko had reached for something off to the side. 

But she sat up the moment Miko popped off the cap of a can of whipped cream, and pressed the nozzle right to your collarbone. 

“Five minutes until midnight,” she whispered right into your ear. She couldn’t help but chuckle when your body reacted so cutely to struggle against her hold. “I suppose this will be my final gift to you for this year’s celebration, Ei.” 

And before either of you could react, she finally pressed down on the nozzle, spraying a line of whipped cream from your collarbone and down to your chest. 

Miko didn’t even have to say a word before Ei dove right in, indulging in your ravishing taste almost immediately. Her tongue darted right for your neck, and you gasped loudly at the feeling. She sucked and nipped at you like you were food on the table, and the feeling of the whipped cream dripping down your body from her lips was so enticing. 

The fox envoy threaded her hands lovingly in the archon’s hair, finding it so adorable how she was feasting upon this final birthday meal. She continuously kept applying more whipped cream around your breasts for Ei to lick up, and even spraying it once in your mouth—she couldn’t help it, not with the way your mouth hung open from these sugary sensations. 

“You taste so good,” Ei moaned against your skin. Right as those words left her mouth, she immediately dived back in to taste more of you, her hungry lips latching on to one of your nipples. 

You let out a squeal when you felt something poking at your waist, and then you realized it was Miko pressing the tip of a freezing cold strawberry against your body. She trailed it upwards until she circled it around your other breast, right before pressing the cold surface right atop your nipple. 

Your body immediately jolted from the temperature change on your warm skin, and Ei’s burning tongue traveling across your chest only made you even move more frantically. But curse their strength; they held your body down, forcing your arms to curl up around Miko’s head behind you, giving the fox envoy more space to nip at your neck. 

“You smell just like vanilla,” she whispered against your collarbone, taking in your scent like you were some perfume on display. She relished a curious little bite on your neck, and then swiped the area quickly with her tongue. “And your skin tastes like buttercream.” 

Her voice filled up your senses like pure honey dripping down your throat—she sounded so sickeningly sweet, you felt your stomach clench in what was either pleasure or overstimulation. 

Miko continued, “You’re perfect for our birthday dessert. Don’t you agree, Ei?” 

The dazed archon lifted her head on cue. She looked hypnotized, yet completely calm as if she did not just leave bite marks and swollen bruises around your breasts. Her eyes seemed addicted, like she was on some sugary drug that kept her mouth latched onto your bare body. 

Miko leaned forward, placed her hand on Ei’s shoulder, and then pushed her back. 

“Watch closely.” 

Ei’s gaze caught the bright pinkish red hue of the strawberry pressed against your skin. It was still so cold—practically making you jolt as Miko trailed the fruit down your stomach and then finally. 

Finally, perched right atop your clit. 

Ei’s eyes positively widened, and you could only assume you were absolutely drenched down there, looking like some glazed flavoring for the strawberry. 

Miko hovered it over your neglected bud, and then tapped it. She bounced the tip of the strawberry up and down on the bud of your clit; and once you moaned loudly at the contact, she twirled it. The tip twisted and pressed on your clit and you could only writhe against her hold as you felt more of your wetness start to drip. 

Your archon gulped at the sound of your whines—she couldn’t take her eyes off of such a delicious sight, yet she found herself praying to touch you. To touch you, to lick you, to feast on you—she was more than desperate for a taste. 

But suddenly it all stopped, and Miko removed the strawberry from between your shaking legs. She slowly brought the fruit up to her mouth, and bit it. You could only hear the sounds of her eating, until she finally disposed of the top. 

The fox envoy patted your trembling thigh in some sick manner of relieving you, but it didn’t work as Ei suddenly forced both your knees apart. There was hunger in her eyes, and it was more carnal and it was only moments before. 

Miko hovered the nozzle of whipped cream over you once again, but this time, right at your clit. Ei licked her lips in anticipation, and all you could do was watch as the woman behind you teasingly nipped the shell of your ear. 

She sang quietly, right against your ear, “Happy birthday to me~” 

The feeling of cold whipped cream hitting your clit was pure ecstasy, and Ei dived in almost immediately. 

Her tongue lapping between your folds was more rough than it was on your nipples—almost as if the mixture of whipped cream and your wetness was a heavenly taste. She plunged her tongue into you once, like she was trying to suck more of your juices desperately out of you. 

Meanwhile, Miko’s hand went straight for your boobs again, one of them playing with your nipple as the other reached for another bottle. As her lips lustfully latched onto your neck, she poured what seemed to be strawberry syrup continuously onto your stomach. 

The feeling of such sweet flavoring dripping from the skin of your stomach, and then all the way down to your clit was so erotic, you already came once from all these sensations and temperatures on your body. Ei gladly lapped up the pink syrup when it reached her mouth, a mixture of strawberry, whipped cream, and now your cum on her tongue. 

Your God moaned into your cunt, her lips sending a vibration against your sensitive folds that make you jolt. She licked at every corner and side she could find, devouring you completely. She feasted upon you more animalistically than any dessert you have ever treated her, for it seemed that her hunger had shot tenfold when her dessert was you. 

“Keep going, little one,” Miko encouraged you, dabbing sensually at your gyrating hips. “Offer yourself to our God.” 

Ei paid no mind as she continued to dine on your cum, and suddenly you felt like some mere serving platter on the dinner table. They decorated you with toppings and sweet syrup, as if you were their birthday cake and they just blew out the candles. Ei kept your legs spread like a plastic knife cutting through cake—you were their slice of frosting waiting to be enjoyed. 

You heard a little click next to you as Miko closed the cap of the syrup, and you almost began to think it was all over soon. 

Almost. 

“Now that it’s my birthday,” Miko began, shifting so that she was no longer behind you. Instead, she finally made her way to where Ei was situated between your legs. 

She pulled your God back to sit upright, before kissing her. You watched breathlessly once again, completely fucked out from cumming so much. And all the while, Miko began sucking the taste of your juices and cream from Ei’s tongue. 

After she was satisfied, she crawled like the sly fox she was between your legs. Looking dangerously starved, she no doubt had a tint of lecherous craving in her eyes. Now, Ei held you down, and Miko was practically panting in anticipation as she hovered over your abused clit. 

“It’s my turn to get a treat, don’t you think?” 

[genshinwomenontop]

"Even more beautiful than the scared Sakura"

☆Prompt: In which Yae Miko is absolutely captivated by her lover's beauty.

☆Warnings: Soft Miko (not the usual teasing one)

Your hair flew in the heavy wind that blew, scattering petals of the Sakura tree all over the Shrine. One happened to fall on your head, one on your lap. You picked it up and admired how beautiful it was, whilst your lover admired how beautiful you were. Even in the slightest thing you do, Miko absolutely found you beautiful, be it whether you're sleeping, eating, talking, fighting, fucking; absolutely anything.

Miko always thought she was the most beautiful woman in Inazuma but after you arrived, her thoughts were changed. You even had her feeling insecure sometimes and you would always remind her of how beautiful she is.

The night was beginning to shut, all the maidens have gone home and only you and Miko were left. She stood by the Sakura tree, her back facing you. She had her hand folded as she stared off into space. "Miko. Is something troubling you?" Your soft voice snapped her out of her trance. She turned to face you and her expressions softened.

"I'm fine deary."

"You're obviously not. You're never this quiet, only when something is bothering you."

Miko slowly walked towards you and gently cupped your face. She leaned towards you and brushed your noses together; not ignoring the cute little scrunch your nose did. "I'm fine. I've always wondered if there's anything out there more beautiful than the Scared Sakura blossom... but now... looking at you... I've finally found my answer. I never imagined it would be possible for a mere human to outshine the beauty of Inazuma's main attraction."

Miko's words made your face heat up, the tips of your ears turning red. You hid your face in her hands while giggling. "Mikooooo. I'm not more beautiful than you though."

"If you could only see yourself through my eyes, only then you'd think differently."

You smiled softly before placing a gentle kiss on her lips. "I love you and your cheesy statements."

"I love you and your beauty."

Miko never thought the day would come that she'd think someone is more beautiful than her or the scared sakura but now thay the day did come, she didn't regret it nor was she angry as she found it to be a blessing to have met you.

[anantaru]

hello hello <3 would you by any chance have some miko thirsts stored away in that lovely mind of yours?

sure, i added two other characters as well <3 cw. a sprinkle of dacryphilia, fem! reader

yae miko using a vibrator on you because she loves to see you cry <3 you can feel the vibrations ring from your clit to your stomach until hitting your tits, your erect nipples being immensly responsive to each touch. "keep your eyes on me." miko purrs in an almost sympathetic tone towards you, rubbing the vibrator back and forth your delicate cunt as making sure to tease your entrance, but never completely satisfying your cravings. She‘s extending her free hand to one of your tits to playfully pinch it, the rough tenderness of her fingerpads had you in a daze, your head thrown back. Her touch was like no others, it was perpetual, everlasting like her beauty.

impatiently rubbing your pussy over arlecchino‘s thigh because she treasures how wholly dedicated you are towards her. If you call her 'lord' she‘s smirking, expanding her warm hands to your jolting hips so she could cordially rub your pussy over her thigh on her own— you’re just not fast enough in her eyes! the raw material of her pants had you left sore and it stung a little bit but was lastly overthrown by the euphoric pleasure that crashed over you. She‘s absolutely ravenous to see tiny tears bubble out of your pretty eyes, to have them cover your cheeks because then she‘s certain you enjoy it, because then you ravel in your overstimulation, get faster, let your squishy flesh soil her pants while you‘re slanting your hips a bit forward so you could stimulate your clit a bit better.

using ayaka‘s face as much as you desire while carelessly riding her tongue, relentlessly rolling your hips over her wet muscle to chase your satisfying orgasm. You were drenching wet, feeling filthy and slightly embarrassed when you let your eyes fall to see her cheeks being greatly stained with your slick, her nose being dug into your clit and adding onto the blissful infatuation she imposed on you. how ayaka was delivering, more so showing her hunger for you, how she needed to taste you more while grabbing onto your thighs to pull you further close. The room you were in, a moment frozen in time and only being dedicated to you and your pleasure. You‘re wiggling your pussy onto the tip of her tongue, the smothered noises your cunt made had you quite flustered but ayaka enjoyed them since it was her who was the cause of it. <3