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What would you like to see in Equals III?

Since Equals isn't really meant to be a proper narrative like Mortuarius (if anybody still remembers it - by the way, a remake from ground up is in the works), I'm very open to requests when it comes to topics and interactions. I think it would have more potential as a sort of AU for me to write in. So, comment down below or throw your ideas into the asks - as always, I will look into each one.

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I was rereading ‘Equals’ and I just realized that one of M!Y/N’s children with Matsui shares the name as his daughter(Naomi) with Miko.

Cute Easter egg tbh.

Good eye! My fics aren't really related, but you can sometimes spot certain details that are consistent - case in point.

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Ganyu, Kujou Sara and their babies - Ganyu & Kujou Sara x Male!Reader

A/N: Shorter than what I usually do, I know. Anyway, enjoy! CW: Parental fluff, little mention of the reader, the characters being monster girls.

Ganyu who shows her kids the richest pastures, high in the mountains of Jeyun Karst. They might be little cuties with barely budding horns, but they climb very well, keeping up with their mother as she ascends the easiest approaches - she wouldn’t want them to get hurt, even if their daddy is waiting with open arms, ready to catch them at the foot of the wall. When they reach the top, your wife always smiles as she sees her babies jump in excitement at the colourful field of bright, joyful Qingxin and Sweet Flowers, just waiting to be devoured. She trusts you to look after her and the younglings as they graze peacefully, lying amongst the lush grass as they nom down their flowers. While there’s no need to watch out for predators, Ganyu still feels safer with you on the lookout. Just don’t try to walk up on her - it’s very easy to spook her when she’s this vulnerable. 

She makes sure her little ones eat properly - as natural herbivores, Qilins eat only whole grain and drink only spring water, and Ganyu will make sure it’s the best variety. Of course, the babies get to enjoy water only from the very sources - you wouldn’t want them to take in any of the nasty things the river picks up along the way. Cloud Retainer already created fields of weather-resistant flowers for her daughters’ enjoyment, and she will continue caring for those so that even Ganyu’s grand-grand-grandchildren can graze upon them. But Ganyu knows that variety is important, so you’ll get to take your little goats to enjoy some rapsflowers right from the beautiful fields of Qingce Village. For centuries Qilin have been free to enjoy the crops as the people of Liyue see it as a sign of Adeptal blessing. And they’re not wrong - Xianyun will make sure the farmers get to enjoy the mildest of weathers and the greatest of harvests in return for their kindness. 

Kujou Sara who didn’t expect her hatchlings to be such a menace to society. When they were young, they were in constant need of attention - if left alone, they would quickly grow cold as they haven’t grown their feathers out just yet. And the squawking… It’s good that she was taken in by the humans at a later age, as just thinking about her adoptive father having to endure her begging for inexplicable amounts of food makes her flustered. Still, they were lovely to look at, snuggled into their parents. Later it would become the only moment when the nestlings would behave. Sara doesn’t remember being this rowdy and mischievous when she was young. The little Tengu are endlessly curious, hunting out every shiny and colorful object made by humans. They are always on the hunt for shinies to nick, be it from trash or from “unguarded” troves to offer them to their parents. It is adorable, but also disrupts the peace. But if the humans don’t seem to mind having their miscellaneous items and bits of food stolen by the General’s sons and daughters, blessings of the Youkai and all… It’s an acceptable practice. She might not have done it, but if it’s in their nature, she won’t try to restrict her offspring in the same way she was. 

Although not being able to fly herself after the crippling injury in her youth, Sara does remember a few things. How adorable the younglings are as they watch their mother spread her wings, admiration flickering in their little eyes! The first few attempts might be moderately successful at best, but Sara won’t mind - practice makes perfect, after all. In no time she will watch them soar the skies, her chest swelling with pride and love. And when they come down, their mother will preen them to make sure their wings are as beautiful and healthy as can be. 

Thanks for reading!

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Not to brag or anything, but I have never ever used a single letter generated by AI in any fic. I may have used images, but I never used text - you follow this blog to see my original writing, not artificially generated slop.

University is fair game though. You wanna see me write and make a 10-minute presentation about the role of interpretational grounds of legislative decisions in a democratic rule-of-law state, only to get two sentences of feedback? Ha, as if!

Seriously now, It's not a bragging right not to use AI, as it should be obvious and expected from creators like me, but in modern times a new form of paranoia developed - the constant looking for signs of AI influence in any sort of content you consume. I find myself asking "is this channel geniuine or is it voiced/written by a script?" way too often for my liking. Strange times.

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Hi I know it was a vent post and you probably don't want anyone to i guess give advice/support (idk what to call this) but!! As a person who consumes content, especially written, i can tell you for sure that writing is a great skill to have! Like in school, people would pay me to write/help them with essays. But that's not important - what is important is that you are a great writer! And I don't know how long it's been since you started trying things outside of tumblr, but things take time. Unless you are super famous or have connections, you're not going to get involved in things right away. And that's okay!!! That doesn't mean you suck. It allows you to build a name for yourself as you continue doing great work that will get you recognized eventually!

But seriously, writing is NOT a skill that EVERYONE can just do. I've read work from people who could be a great artist as you said, but their writing reads as if it was written by a child. Or even a decent enough story that is better than a child's level, but still flows horrible and makes me try to skip parts to get to what I'm interested in. And I see this very prominently in the nsfw spaces, although there are some great writers like you, there are just as many (and im not trying to be rude) subpar writers. There's just no way I can stress enough that writing, especially being able to write things of a good quality, is a skill that is very important and i know you'll get to where you hope to be in time, and am grateful you continue to make content!

Like literally i am obsessed with your blog and I check at least every 2 days or so if not every day at least once. Please continue the great work you do, and continue growing in your craft and i knowyou will achieve your goals and i will personally look forward to everything you'll write!

-an experienced fanfic reader!

It's perfectly okay to write as you did here - posting my thoughts on a public blog means that I'm alright with people seeing it and commenting on it. Hm... Now that I think of it, I may be over sharing on the blog in general, but, honestly? It's my corner of the internet, and it's an important place to me - so it's probably alright. Anyway...

I wasn't expecting anybody to put this level of thought into any sort of interaction with me, if I am to be honest. I'm positively taken aback.

First of all, thank you. Reading this was very uplifting, and I will hold onto your ask, returning to it in moments of doubt. I can't stress how wholesome it felt... So just... Thank you.

The amusing thing is that I was never a great student at school, and essays that I created (both in my native language, Polish, and English) were usually mediocre. But I definitely had a better time, enjoyment wise, with Polish essays since those in English were always absurd. Very general, require certain hard words or phrases, and the damned word limit. On my highschool finals in C1 English I had to write an essay about the risks and opportunities AI provides (if I had a penny for every time I wrote about something like this, I would have a lot of them, but I wouldn't be able to buy more than a pack of gum)... in under 800 words. I'm a simple guy - either do it properly, or don't do it at all. These kinds of restrictions are the bane of my writing. Still, I got an 88%. Polish is similar, but there's no arbitrary word limit and the formal requirements go on for pages of rules and regulations. Brr. Never want to do it again. But I will. Since I'm studying law and all. The point is, I wasn't good at writing in the official sense - which doesn't give me a solid base of confidence in myself, and it's visible in the frequency of me doubting myself here.

Tsk. Pathetic. I'm making a clown of myself in front of hundreds of people, am I not? Typical of me.

In general, having my own blog killed most of my interest in reading and watching what others are doing, though I still occasionally read up. And when I do - comparisons. Okay, so this fic is short, not much attention paid to pacing and style, quite generic in topic, written with the most stereotypical words for this kind of content, but it's nice... Oh? Oh. It has over two thousand likes, reblogs and comments. Cool. What does it do that I don't? Am I writing too long fics? I do think so, because short form tends to get more attention. That's perfectly reasonable, but sad nonetheless. I can't fully enjoy the stuff of other people for another reason as well - my mind screams a question at me every short moment - "and what have YOU done that measures up to this?". This doesn't only apply to fics. Kinkymation, a nsfw comic creator for genshin, zzz and a few others that's quite famous, has it all seemingly - very characteristic and memorable style, good, wholesome content, lots of it too, and can write a good enough narrative. I even heard that he does animations now. The only minor shortcoming is I think the lack of variation in his stuff - everything is vanilla ice cream, wholesome-romantic and slightly cheesy at times. But he's still a great cc.

He has everything one could dream of in this "field", and I constantly compare myself to him. And the conclusion? I am nothing. I am a flounder, a bottom feeder in comparison to him.

It's not that I want to earn money - as you surely noticed, I never ever prompted my Kofi since I made it in spring of 2024. I just want to make something that I can be proud of, especially if it includes joining forces with those that make up for my lack of artistic skills. It would be very nice, for sure.

Alas, the reality is what it is, as the saying goes.

Never mind. On a final note, if you're checking contentloadingandstuff this frequently, I really need to kick myself into high(er) gear. You wish me well, and I should show some basic gratitude.

Again, thank you. So much.

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This does give me an idea for a fic...

Tits or Ass?

A difficult question indeed, but one every self-respecting man must answer at some point in his life. For me, the answer is: cake. Definetely ass, but I don't scoff at a nice chest. The thing is, 'nice' doesn't strictly mean big. Every female character, as does every woman, has a unique body type and her character, role and behavior all come together with their physical appearance to form her unique charm. Mommy Yelan, fair Jean, thicc Eula and headboard Hu Tao are all sexy in their own ways, I must say. Oh, also, I'll just put it out there - a skillfully dressed female body is much more attractive than a naked one. It's our imaginations doing their things. And that's nice., always adds a lot to the female form.

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Tits or Ass?

A difficult question indeed, but one every self-respecting man must answer at some point in his life. For me, the answer is: cake. Definetely ass, but I don't scoff at a nice chest. The thing is, 'nice' doesn't strictly mean big. Every female character, as does every woman, has a unique body type and her character, role and behavior all come together with their physical appearance to form her unique charm. Mommy Yelan, fair Jean, thicc Eula and headboard Hu Tao are all sexy in their own ways, I must say. Oh, also, I'll just put it out there - a skillfully dressed female body is much more attractive than a naked one. It's our imaginations doing their things. And that's nice., always adds a lot to the female form.

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3 fics in 1 day goddamn 😭😭, also love your works keep up the great work :D

Thanks! Back when I did post three fics, it was over two days actually. If I'd enable times and dates, you'd see how terrible my sleep schedule is. Sometimes when I can't rest, I write. Is what I write while half-concious good? Well, it's usable, at least a third of it. Anyway, thanks again!

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Is there any chance for a equals sequal

Yup. It's here - and there will be more. Hopefully.

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I love you author, please have a wonderful year (may i ask if your planning to have a part 2 to the equals by yae miko? cause its so goodly fingerlicious written and interesting)

Thank you! I wish a splendid year to you as well. Part two is out now. Enjoy!

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Equals: Chapter II - Kitsune!Male!Reader x Yae Miko

A/N: Part two, by overwhelming popular demand. Does it live up to expectations? You know how it goes - it's up to you. Enjoy! CW: Nothing. Reminder - 'vixen' is a female fox, 'dog' is a male fox.

Miko's amethyst eyes trace the droplets as they roll down her window. The first rays of morning light pierce through the dark clouds in some places, but Narukami is still swamped in darkness. Her eyes sting from the lack of sleep, and, should she look in a mirror, there definitely would be red cracks. She taps her nails on the cup, enjoying how its warmth contrasts with the cold seeping through the window. 

She doesn’t get much sleep lately. It’s all because of a certain fox that decided to invade her dull, daily routine just days prior. How can she sleep when there is somebody so unusual in her home, a mysterious story just waiting to be unraveled? The questions have been difficult to ignore ever since you got here. Who are you? Where do you come from? Why did you come here in the first place? While Miko wasn’t too familiar with what role dogs have, or had in society, she felt that your current state had much to do with your past. Sadly, it was definitely too early to pry into your life, seeing the state you are in. The state you are in…

Miko placed a talisman in your room, the nosy and curious woman that she is, to survey your state and react if need be. No, it wasn’t just because she was curious, not at all. 

Most of your time was spent in a state between uncertain sleep and sharp wakefulness. Your ears worked around the clock, always erect and angled straight at any sound of footsteps coming from beyond your room. There wasn’t a point in time when you were relaxed, though you clearly attempted to show it by sleeping in the strangest positions imaginable. Miko was in disbelief when she saw you curled up on yourself, still in your human form. You were too big to be comfortable, something clear with how bent your back was. Nonetheless you rested this way, but as soon as you heard her enter the room, you rose up and, in a flash, were already kneeling by the bed, head angled down and gaze averted. When you spoke, it was only when answering her or in reaction to something she did. Your every word was carefully selected and spoken, all in a quiet, inoffensive tone of voice. A voice that was very pleasant to the ear, every vowel being perfectly articulated and accented. No matter how much she tried to get you to speak up, however, you always gave her the shortest answers.

Obviously, you didn’t leave your room at all aside from wary trips to the bathroom, always done after long periods of inactivity from either her or her human staff. You never once used the bath, choosing instead to clean yourself at the sink - even when she placed a fresh towel, a bathrobe, slippers and all other necessities in as obvious a place as possible. You just refused to touch them, but still sneaking glances at them from time to time, as if they were just out of your reach. It was the same for new clothes, books, snacks and nearly everything you weren’t given outright with an explicit directive from her in person. It seemed like there was an invisible wall between you and everything around you, her word or gesture being the only way to bring it down. She quickly realized this was the case and started to use it as a bridge of communication. Suddenly, she got to see you clean and pampered, dressing in more than just the outfit her servants put on you when you were rescued, and most importantly, she got to see you eat. You didn’t even look at the food she gave you at first, but after her clear order to eat it, you cleaned every plate she prepared for you. And you did it fast every time - as if somebody was to take it away at any moment, explicitly thanking her afterwards. When she heard it, her first instinct was to order you to stop, but she held herself back - it was unnecessary for the time being.  

Definitely, Miko would find it amusing if the circumstances were different. After all, you acted just like a pet canine, to a point it was quite comical. The way you slept, the way you looked at the door, like a pet, waiting for its master’s return. But it was never the loving, affectionate kind of longing, no. It was always filled with palpable tension and stress, as if she was about to burst through the door and do something to you. On top of that, the whole matter of you never doing something without permission reeked of training. Again, if you were doing it on purpose to amuse her, it would have been quite cute and funny. But it wasn’t. 

It wasn't, because you weren't playing. But she would only find the extent to which you were domesticated over the course of the months to come. 

The first step to anything was to establish communication - to get you to talk. And Miko, although not the happiest about it, had a plan. 

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You stirr in your sleep at the sound of footsteps. They are silent - far quieter, more graceful than those of the earless foxes you saw sometimes. They  brought dishes and chopsticks into the room for somebody, every day, but they were never eaten. Clothes too, neatly folded up and smelling of fresh laundry. Nobody picked them up either, and that must have annoyed the pink furred vixen owning the house. She spoke politely, but you quickly noticed the frustration in her voice. It seemed that the person would never come, so she decided to give you the things meant for them. You couldn't be happier - there were clothes, toiletries, pillows and, most importantly, food. Good, warm, fresh food that you dreamed of every night. And the earless would feed you every day, three times even. The portions were small at first, but gradually increased in volume until you could eat until you had enough. 

The footsteps grow closer, now sounding out in concert with the constant hum of blood rushing through your ears. She was coming here, no doubt. This was another opportunity to prove you were worth keeping around, to thank her for all the things you get. To do just that, you had to be a good, diligent dog. The first step - always make your bed. 

You uncurl and stretch your aching back, quickly shifting to a sitting position and standing up. 

Suddenly, a sharp twist in your left calf causes you to stumble and fall forward. Instinctively, you bite down on your tongue to muffle the scream as your hands fly to grip the cramping muscle. It's nothing, you think to yourself, rubbing the aching spot. It was usually like this when you lounged for too long in that position, so you managed to stay calm. Gritting your teeth, you stand up and get to work on wobbly legs. 

The woman's footsteps grow ever closer. She's already here. You quickly reset the bedsheet and arrange the pillows, throw on the duvet and fall to your knees beside the bed, facing the door. Your calf roars with pain in protest, but you do your best to ignore it. 

She opens the door, but doesn't set foot in the room. You keep your eyes fixed on her hips, just as you were instructed countless times before. 

“I see you're awake.” She says, her voice husky with exhaustion. “Did you sleep well, little one?”

Little one. Something about that pet name brings some warmth to your chest. Maybe she liked you, even just a little bit? 

“Yes, miss.” You nod. 

“Good.” She turns around and motions down the corridor. “Come with me.”

Without another word, she turns and moves out of sight. You scramble to your feet and quickly catch up to her. Ignoring the pain, you leave your room and quickly scan the corridor in search of her. She didn't seem like the type that enjoyed a slacker mate, and you definitely didn't want to get on her bad side - the longer you managed it, the better. 

Moving deeper into the house, you soon arrive in what seems like the dining room. The centerpiece is a low table, carved minimalistically from polished ebony wood. The chairs, akin to any other you've seen in your life, are close to the ground, their bases topped off with a fitted pillow each. On the table, a rich and varied breakfast is already served. The scent of fresh fish and warm miso fills your nostrils, and you quickly drop your gaze to the floor - the smell was torment enough, and working up an appetite was always an easy way to disappointment. 

“Join me - breakfast is already served. Help yourself.” She says, picking up a pair of chopsticks and getting to eating. 

You sneak a glance at her silhouette, looking for a designated spot besides her seat at the top of the table. However, your eyes don't find the familiar nest of pillows to sit on. The vixen is surrounded only by chairs. 

Maybe it's not ready yet. No problem, I can sit on the floor. 

After waddling over to her, you lower yourself to your knees and sit back, suppressing a moan of pain. Your calf is still sore, and will likely remain this way for the foreseeable hour. You prop yourself up with your arms. Normally, you would rest your head on your mate's lap or against her leg, but you didn't know if your new owner liked being touched. Keeping yourself off her was risky, but not more than the opposite - last time you touched Matsui unprompted, she-

The fox sighs. “Take a seat, little one.”

Ripped out of your thoughts by her voice, you look at her chest, confused. By the table? But what would the guests think about a male sitting with them? She doesn't see it, but your head turns to the side as you try to make sense of her decision. “The one to your right.” Only when she speaks again do you stop and do as she says. It's weird, but every mistress has her kinks. Matsui-

“Eat. Please.”

The memory of your past mate is immediately cast aside when your favourite word reaches your ears. Finally! Thank the Raiden Shogun, the protector of Inazuma, for this meal… 

Your head snaps up and you immediately get to surveying the food on the table. There's a lot of simple, yet varied dishes. Rice, egg, fish and tofu smiles at you from every corner of the table. You notice there are two portions of each dish, and your smile falters. So there's just one person coming… But there doesn't seem to be anything dedicated to you specifically. You scan it again, and spot a dish that has just one serving - tsukemono, pickled slices of lavender melon, carrot, matsutake. It does look tasty, but… 

Sliding the small coaster closer, you stare at the food. So many delicious things, so many flavours, and you get to eat the one thing your body can't digest, something that is downright poisonous. This… Your hands tighten on your knees. Of course she would do that. Why did you expect anything different? You didn't deserve to be fed - you've eaten your share, and didn't provide anything in return. You got skinny. You didn't train. You didn't entertain her enough, with your body and your voice. She gave you everything, and you paid her back by being a waste of space. You forgot your place, so you got punished. 

This is your fault. Again, you got excited for something, only to be severely disappointed. It hurts. Even after years, even after feeling it so much that you should have learned that only good dogs get food and comfort, you fell for it. 

You bite your lip, trying to hold back the pressure of tears forming in your eyes. 

Stupid. I'm stupid. No, I'm worse than that. Other dogs would learn, they would never be in my place. I'm retarded, damaged in the brain from my birth, too stupid to even be a good pet. Just like Matsui said. 

Despairing in silence, just as you were trained to do, you pay no attention to Miko - but she pays attention to you. Great attention. From the moment she heard the slightest shudder of breath, her attention was fully focused on you. Still, she chose to watch you from the side, careful not to scare you with her sudden reaction. But now something was clearly wrong. 

“What's the matter?” She asks, turning her head to you. Her eyes widen when she sees you, eyes glued to the floor, ears flat against your head, body nearly completely still save for the subtle, teary shudders. Miko places her hand on yours. “Oh no… What happened? Are you in pain? Talk to me, please. Please!”

“I'm… s-sorry, miss… for being a useless… t-toy…” You try your best to speak clearly, but the sorrow wracking your mind makes that very difficult. “I'm sorry… I'm sorry… I'm sorry…”

“No, don't apologise! It's alright, tell me what's upsetting you.” Miko narrows her eyes. No, this won't work. I need to take charge. “Tell me this instant.”

At her raised tone, your head sinks lower, trying to make yourself look smaller. Maybe she'll take pity on me, you think. “I… I'm sorry, but please… Please don't make me eat it… I'll get really sick, miss…”

Miko lets go and leans away from you. What? She blinks once, then twice. Again, what? She can't help but scoff at the absurdity of the situation. You were crying over tsukemono? What a drama queen…

She gestures towards the plate. “And here I thought I hated pickled things… I know it's not good, but it won't kill you.”

She says this, and in your mind, a light flickers on. Is this… a test? Yes, this must be a test! A sudden wave of hope flows through you. If you answer her questions, prove to her that you know what you can and can't do, she'll be satisfied! 

“It'll hurt my stomach, miss. It's n-not good for dogs. We aren't…” You wipe your eyes with your sleeve. “We aren't meant to eat refined food. It's in our nature to eat raw things, because we're not people.”

Miko's expression darkens as soon as the words leave your mouth. For the first time in years, no words come to mind the instant you stop speaking. She's disarmed by a claim this absurd - Yae Miko, the queen of wit and riposte, is speechless. 

“Then, um… Eat whatever you like. Everything on this table is at your disposal.” She sighs.

“But… Isn't this for the guest?” you ask, a slight anticipation in your voice. Miko places her elbows on the table, propping up her face with her hands. 

Her reply comes in a dry, lifeless tone. “There won't be any guests. It's all for you.” Of course you would think that. Or rather, that they made you think that. 

She doesn't pay attention to your overtly-grateful thanks. She can't - not when her entire plan fell to pieces. Miko assumed that you had, at the very least, some sense of dignity. Lowered, of course, but still there. It was something to build upon, something that would let you understand that she has no intention to mistreat you. She already learned that you just weren't playing around at any point. That could only mean that your words are honest. That you, more or less, believe what you say. 

Is this why you like raw salmon sushi? Because you believe that you're some animal, not meant to eat “refined” foods? Is that why you always sleep at the foot of the bed, why you knelt before her, why you never used chopsticks and why you hesitated to sit down just moments ago? Was that it? 

Was all of this not because you thought yourself less than her, but because you didn't consider yourself a person? 

This isn't for dogs. 

Dogs aren't people. 

Gods, what have they turned you into? 

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The rest of the meal was spent in silence. You deserved to eat in peace, and she needed time to think. 

Miko expected that it might not be easy, and that she might have to go for some shock therapy at first. Ordering you around, someone shaken and with likely a very unpleasant experience with vixens in general, didn’t feel right. But it seemed that it wouldn’t be enough. She assumed you had basic ideas of what proper treatment is and that someone might be kind to you without ‘buts’ or ulterior motives, but that assumption was clearly baseless. Giving you freedom will result in nothing. You don’t know what ‘freedom’ entails, so giving it to you would leave you scared and scurrying back into your conditioned self in no time. 

So she has to instill these ideas in you from the ground up. You didn’t know what they meant, so she has to teach you. And she will, mark her words. It won’t be an easy undertaking, but no fox as beautiful as you will be left to his fate. 

To begin, however, a dynamic has to be established. A pecking order, of sorts. 

“Dog?” She says when she sees you finishing up a bowl of miso soup. 

Your ears perk up and angle themselves towards her in a flash. “Yes, miss?”

“Come here.”

Before long, you’re sitting on the floor in front of her.

“What is your name?” 

You answer without thinking. “My name is Y/N.”

“Do you know, little one, what is the condition I provide you with food and shelter?” Miko asks, and although the words feel wrong, she forces them through her throat. 

A pause from you. She can practically hear the gears turn in your cute, long-eared head. “You feed me and keep me warm, and I obey you, miss. Whatever you say, I ought to do.”

“Good. As you said yourself, my house - my rules.” She snaps her fingers. “Now, listen to me very carefully, Y/N.”

Miko stands up. Her gaze falls light lightning on your head, demanding respect. You lower your ears in a display of submission appropriate for the situation. “What has been done to you by your previous ‘mates’ is nothing short of abhorrent. You do not see it now, for they rotted away your spirit, will and masculinity in a golden cage. They turned you into a toy, a sad shell of a should-be proud fox. And I will undo whatever they did to you - whether you like it or not.” Your heart beats faster. You’re not exactly sure what this vixen is talking about, but it’s not yours to understand - she’s the vixen, not you. You know that your job is to listen and satisfy her every whim. You nod, completely unaware of what exactly you are approving of. 

“Yes, miss.”

Her brow furrows, tone growing sharper. “Silence!”

You shudder, and an apology starts to form on your lips, but you’re quickly cut off. 

“I have a name - I am Miko of the Yae family. I am not a ‘miss’, a ‘lady Miko’ and especially not your ‘mistress’ or ‘owner’. From now on you, Y/N, are to call me that. Miko. Just Miko.” She places her hand on your head, your ears moving to create petting space. It remains still, however. “Now stand up.”

The leg still hurts, but you obey her. Slowly, as you stand up, Miko needs to raise her hand higher and higher, gradually covering your face with her forearm due to the size difference. Nevertheless, she doesn’t let go. 

“For now, we are not equal, as you do not understand the meaning of this word. But in time, you will. I promise.”

An equal… Finally, your eyes find hers. You look into her deep, beautiful amethyst eyes. Though her voice is strict, they hide… nothing. No superiority, no loathing, no condescension or patronisation. You are not looked at as a pet. 

It feels new, but… not scary. 

Whatever her intentions, they don’t seem malicious. Still, you can only hope that she won’t hurt you. 

“Yes, Miko.”

Her hand moves down to your cheek, evoking not stress, but a strange tingle in your chest. Yae Miko’s eyes soften.

“Come on, Y/N. Let’s get you something for your leg. Nothing hides from me. But do tell me next time, yes?"

Thanks for reading!

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Fic will be posted as soon as my beta takes a look at it - no way I'm letting "Equals II" go unreviewed

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it's just venting so feel free to skip it

I've been trying to peek my head out of Tumblr a bit in recent times in terms of writing, specifically for genshin related and nsfw related stuff like art, animations and even a video game. It looks like I can write something nice, so I tried to volounteer at a few "places" in the internet - primarily as a translator, be it Polish or English, but so far I've only been accepted by one content creator, if all goes well, as a proof reader for their animations. But I'm not sure if they will ever actuall ask me to do anything. And that? Kinda makes me sad.

During this time I realised that knowing how to write stuff is not good enough to be even a free-of-charge help. Here's the thing - everbody and their mother can make a decent story. If you can draw, animate or code, you can likely do everything related to writing. A comic artist can write their comics, but a writer can't draw their comics most of the time. It feels a bit dissapointing to know that the only thing I seem to be good at isn't enough to do anything but chill in my corner of the internet. I would like to be more than just a writer, but there is no way to achieve that as of now. And for the years ahead as well. I also recently looked in my wallet and realized that I don't have enough money - and won't have in the future most likely - to buy a commission to maybe bring someone from Mortuarius on a page in colours.

Maybe the positive comments got me overconfident and thinking I am anything but a fanfiction writer. A mediocre, obscure fanfiction writer. Thinking of this got me in all sorts of sadge moods. I had a post planned for today, but it's not like the world will end if I post it tomorrow. Or the day after. Who cares.

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Equals - Yae Miko x Kitsune!Male!Reader

A/N: Something experimental today. It's an idea I've been sitting on for quite a while now. If you want to, I'll make more. Enjoy. CW: Mentions of abuse and dubious consent, discrimination, societal misoginy (kitsune culture and stuff), objectification, sexism and the aftermath of life under these. For context - a female fox is called a 'vixen', and a male is called a 'dog'.

The era of Kitsune is long gone. 

Taking a stroll through modern Inazuma, one would never believe that there were once as many youkai as there were humans living on the islands. Tengu, Oni, Bake-Danuki and among them, the ascended foxes - Kitsune. As their demonic fellows, they too had an island to call their own, one that has now been swallowed by the sea for centuries. There, Kitsune created a nation of their own, their hearth, their home. Alongside with houses and streets, they quickly formed a culture that would echo for millennia, right until the fall. 

Many elements of it leaked to the general heritage of Inazuma - the festive masks are one such example, followed by the entirety of ritual practice carried out within the shrines scattered across the land. After all, it's the very reason why a kitsune traditionally stands at the helm of the Grand Narukami Shrine. The same is the case of fox warriors - never has history witnessed a dog lead units of his kin or other peoples to war, at least not one that isn't an exceptional, legendary character of some kind. The reason for this state of things is not easy to find as few cultural sources remain, but scholars did not give up on their research. They sought the input of Yae Miko, one of the only Kitsune remaining in Inazuma, who gave them a simple answer - males are very rare. Satisfied, they placed her answer in the books, and the discussion was closed. 

But Yae Miko, as is customary for the current Guuji, kept the truth for herself. In truth, she decided to conceal it because it's an aspect of her kind that she is anything but proud of, even if she never took part in it. What was ordinary for foxes in their nation's prime would be unacceptable even for humanity of that age. 

There happen to be two ways a Kitsune is created. Primarily, it's through the union of two ascended foxes - a kit conceived this way is immortal and sapient from the beginning, gaining the ability to transform in just a few years of life. Even with a single birth usually resulting in three to six newborn foxes, dogs are rare, with one being born in every fourth or fifth litter on average. The second way of creation doesn't favor them either - so far, there have only been a handful of wild dogs that lived long enough to become ascendants, further reducing the introduction of males into the population. Luckily, evolution had it that those rare men welcomed into the world were incredibly resilient to illnesses and injuries, even by Kitsune standards, letting them live and spread their genes for generations to come. With the proper approach, the Kitsune weren't in any way threatened with extinction. 

As is commonly observed by historians, culture reflects the nature of a species, and such is the case for Kitsune. Over the years, the female-dominated society came to a simple conclusion: males are rare and must be protected. This prime example of a logical takeaway soon led to another, less egalitarian idea - something human researchers would refer to as infirmatus sexus, observing such inequalities in some cultures of their own. Kitsune believed that males must be protected, yes, but thought of them as inferior in intelligence and overall wit, as they rarely ascended from the wild. The vixen majority had no issue with this idea and the society turned matriarchal, increasingly more restrictive towards the men. But it was justified, in their eyes - they were required to prolong the species, right? As time went by, so did the objectification of the male sex progress ever further. 

Before the fall, society was based around large family units - lines ruled over by the oldest vixen, referred to as the matriarch. Beneath her were others - first, her own daughters, followed by those of her predecessor, then their offspring and finally, at the lowest rung, the foxes that just stood up from four paws. Dogs were not subject to this hierarchy, as they were dispensed with as objects with a clear owner - usually the matriarch. She had the right to mate with him, and when a change of power came, so too did the patriarch - usually switched for a younger male from another family, the further, the better. Similarly, male kits stayed with their father (raised, of course, under the careful scrutiny of the vixens) until they were of breeding age to be pawned off to another lineage for political favor, land, rights or simply cold, hard currency. 

Dogs that were too old to produce offspring or simply infertile were disposed of, in ways more or less kind, depending on who happened to own them. The majority got to stay as authorities for the youth and priests, and those with no luck were sold to slavers or human poachers. 

You were born into one such lineage on the fringes of the nation. You still recall the drawings of your infant self - an adorable pup with a pristine but messy white coat, two little ears pointing out, greedily taking in the sounds of the world. Allegedly, you had four sisters, though you never seem to recall their names. The first memories of young Y/N were primarily centered around your father - a towering, muscular fox with a gleam of wit in his eyes and grey eating away at his own fur. Despite his young age and fitting appearance, you always saw him as wise and ancient - maybe because of the hair, darkened by stress and exhaustion. He was cynical at times, but loving nonetheless. One of the fondest memories you had was when he would lift a panel from the floor and let you run free in the forest outside. There were rules of course - don't let anyone see you and come back before the first rays of sun. You enjoyed your time of unsupervised play, chasing squirrels and exploring the woods, always coming back through the same crawl space before it dawned. Your father would wash all the dirt off and send you to sleep with a warm hug, asking you to keep quiet about your adventure. Of course, you nodded along, but being a kid created the inevitability of a slip up. After you mentioned it to your female playmate once, you were taken away from that house and never saw it again. 

You don't know what became of your father. You didn't even get to know his name. 

The new house was larger, and so were the girls inside. While you didn't like playing with vixens at home - there was always an adult watching and you would get relentlessly berated for injuring yourself even in the slightest - you at least had somebody to have fun with. There, you had nothing. Lady Matsui, your owner and wife-to-be, simply had you locked in a room with books and toys to get yourself busy in the few free moments you had. You hated it there, but any mention of it would get one of the toys you had taken away. Any sign of disobedience to your caretakers, especially during exercise or classes, would get you punished. Matsui didn't seem to have patience for you, and was constantly complaining; she wanted a husband with red fur, not white fur. You were simply a temporary solution, and by the end, you would have all her deepest fantasies memorised. You were never part of them - as she said, you shouldn't get too attached. You were to be replaced shortly, after all. At least the food was alright. 

Years went by and it was clear that Matsui would have to begrudgingly accept you as her permanent husband. She didn't take it lightly at first, but after a time of angry outbursts and drinking, she had a sudden change of heart. “If I'm to own you”, she said, “I should at least train you properly”. And trained you were, both physically and in mind. Your free time was reduced to null and your days became dedicated to working out and studying. Sometimes the two were mixed - you had to recite the rules while doing push-ups. Good boys always sleep at night. Good boys thank their mistress for food. Good boys always listen. Good boys never question what they are told. Then, you were served unsalted, nutritious foods. Raw vegetables, slightly cooked meat, plain rice and raw fish made up your diet - all natural, as your Lady wanted. All tasteless. Any fussing, talking back, crying, making mistakes or disobeying would quickly put you in the punishment room. She would slap a bamboo cane on your hands and butt until you were red, sore and bleeding, she would make you kneel on small rocks or sit up the wall for hours, sometimes she would whip you. “Military discipline”. All the while she constantly announced her displeasure with your existence.

No matter how muscular you were made to be, it was never enough. So your diet was changed, shrinking endlessly to meet her impossible standards. No matter if you were tall, it was always too short for Matsui. So you were made to hold on to a bar with rocks tied to your ankles to stretch you out. Your knees still hurt sometimes, the skeletal deformations made permanent by this regular exercise. No matter how much stamina you had, you always ended mating too early. So you were trained, day and night, forced to perform through pain, distress and exhaustion. Sometimes Matsui had balls or parties held at her estate, and you were the main entertainment. You would dance, sing and play any instruments they wanted, but your wife and her friends were never there for your artistic skills in the first place. Your cries, moans and screams were much finer. Now that you think about it, her friends were likely never allowed to mistreat the dogs of their houses, so they took out their frustrations and carried out their wildest fantasies on you - without consequences. They were smaller, they were lighter, they were physically weaker than you, and yet you couldn't defend yourself. It would only make things worse - far worse if you did. You felt filthy. You felt humiliated. Afterwards you cleaned yourself frantically, but the feeling of their hands on you never faded. 

You ended up rubbing so hard that your body bled. 

You became a reclusive, quiet fox. Saying anything more than what was expected of you usually ended up badly, so you decided it's better to just stay silent. Taking your punishments and abuse with silent resignation was the only way of survival - without entertaining whimpers and pleading, Matsui and her vixens quickly grew bored of you. Instead of releasing your pain in front of them, you resorted to crying silently in your room, screaming without making a sound in the moonlight. You did all the things every male did - trained, ate, rested, had sex, attended events as a decoration and primarily - mated. Unlike your father, you never had the chance to raise pups. The female kits were always under the care of the vixens, and you didn't have the luck to sire any sons - for which you were always berated and beaten by your owner, even when she was pregnant. To her, she said, you were useless. Worthless. Even as a breeder. Still, despite not being able to hold your children in your arms, you did your best to learn of them. Some of your caretakers were kind enough to let you know their number and names. You diligently noted these details on a piece of paper, writing the names you would give your daughters if you could. Naomi. Ai. Juri. Kana. These and many more were the only connection you had to your little ones. 

It was the only good thing you left behind when you got the chance to flee. 

Internal rivalry between daughters, sisters and mothers was commonplace, so much so that it sometimes evolved into internal wars - you made use of one. Matsui made quite the negative reputation for herself, not just by mistreating you, but by cheating other families. They were out for blood, and although they wanted to steal you away for themselves, Matsui’s heirs decided that you deserved a chance. Once the fighting broke out, they took you away, threw you on a small boat you had no idea how to pilot and kicked you out to sea. 

It was hardly pleasant at the moment, but you would always thank them for taking pity on you after you landed in Inazuma. In the human nation of thunder, everything felt foreign. It was a bigger island, with long stretches of empty fields between sparse human settlements. These smaller, mortal creatures were quite the nuisance to you - although you saw a few traders in your life, you never got to take a closer look. But, instinctually, you know that stumbling into the view of a human guard was a mistake. You ran away and tried to hide amongst the jagged cliffs near the island's largest mountains, but you had unknowingly walked right into the hands of another, pink haired vixen. 

Your arrival in Inazuma was noticed instantly. After all, humans haven't seen a fox other than Yae Miko for a few centuries now. When she initially heard the news, she couldn't believe it - definitely, it was just another poorly-observed monster, or a mere trick of the light. But she still wanted to confirm that rumor, and the moment she saw a white pair of ears amongst the usual crowds of Inazuma City, she had a single thought - to catch you. Snatch you right up in a net, for whatever silly, selfish reason, if only to touch you and ensure you were real. It wasn't a surprise for her that you panicked and hid as quickly as you showed up - you had reasons to believe your freedom would be unwelcome. Finding you was barely a challenge for her nose, and with the help of a few shrine maidens, you were captured and brought back to her residence. 

What an incredible sight, you were. Definitely one for very, very sore eyes - Miko has long since abandoned the hopes of finding a partner of her own species and having a litter, which definitely contributed to her cynicism and general exhaustion with life. But here you were, real and in the flesh. An actual dog. A handsome, muscular dog. Soon enough, however, Miko's initial excitement dwindled and the factual gravity of things reached her senses. In front of her, curled on the floor, was a dirty, underfed, terrified creature. For somebody that, in the post-cataclysm circumstances of human society she was born into, would shake every room he would enter, you were frightful and quiet. You needed proper care, so Miko announced you would be staying with her until further notice. She then rolled up her sleeves and got to work. 

There was no doubt that you could understand her, and speak by extension, but you were significantly suspicious of her. Surely, she would want to chain you down again, you thought. She might even be worse than Matsui for all you know. Each meal she offered could contain one of these strange powders they made you eat when you were misbehaving, putting you to sleep and letting her do Archons-know-what to you. So you pushed the bowl away, and her alongside it. You had to stay strong. 

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She takes the handle into her hands and, as gently as she can, pushes it down. The room before her is bathed in darkness, but her eyes pierce through it without issue. The matches she left on the table are untouched. 

What a surprise, she muses. 

From the moment her foot stepped over the threshold, there has been a pair of eyes boring into her frame. Miko casts a discreet glance towards the bedside corner. The resting spot itself was stripped of everything besides the mattress, now placed into a cozy nest of blankets and pillows in the safest spot in the room, the point furthest away from the door. From there your E/C surveyed Miko's every move. A part of her couldn't hold a smile. The unfortunate circumstances aside, it was quite adorable. 

“Good evening.” Miko says, picking up a candle from the shelf. She puts the plate of food she brought on the table and lights it, illuminating the space with a warm, flickering light. Placing the candle close to herself, she looks directly your way. 

There is no response. Your eyes continue staring at her, unblinking. 

No luck just yet. But I clearly have his attention, at the very least. 

A sigh escapes her lips. Miko takes the plate and steps a bit closer to you. “You clearly don't trust me. I can assure you I mean you no harm, and that I won't do anything against your wish, but I bet you want to see for yourself. And while that is alright, I doubt you will get to, the way things are going now.” She crouches down, placing it on the wooden floor. “You must have been through a lot, but please, you need to eat. I don't know what you enjoy the most, so I feel like this is the right place to start.”

Again, you remain still. Up close, Miko can see the blank expression on your face, dirty with mud, sweat and dried blood. Miko rolls her eyes, but manages to silence the groan of frustration before it forms. By no stretch of the imagination was she the best person to take you in, but if not her, then who?

Do you want to be difficult? Fine then. Two can play at that game. 

“Alright then. Suit yourself - if you don't feel like helping yourself to this positively scrumptious meal, I will.” Miko takes the single pair of chopsticks she brought in her hands and lifts a piece of sushi from the plate up to her mouth. She hums ostensibly, enjoying the taste of cold-smoked salmon. 

Something moves in the darkness. Your ears are fully up and pointed her way, like radar dishes picking up every crunch and smack of her lips. The plump, snow white rice and the bright orange salmon exude a tempting smell, reminding you of just how hungry you are. If she eats it without problem, then you should be fine too…

You slowly creep forward, the blankets and pillows around you silently falling as you stretch your aching arms and legs. Miko pretends not to notice you, but in reality her ears tell her exactly what's going on. She observes as your hand emerges into the light, your eyes never leaving her figure. Her sharp eyes instantly notice how chewed your fingers are, with no white nail to see. You snatch the piece of food and sniff it. After making sure it's alright, you bite into it. The delightful taste of well-seasoned rice and real, fresh fish lights up your senses. 

You reach for another. And another. And another. Before long, Miko is pushed back in your priority list and you sit in front of her, wolfing down the food straight off the plate in her hands. The vixen smiles. 

Finally, you're eating. It might not be much, but it's a start. You are just like a stray cat, aren't you? Scared, neglected and mistreated. Afraid of every shadow. 

She delights in watching your ears tremble under the speed of your eating. 

Such a cute creature. Who would ever want to hurt you? Certainly not me. Miko tilts her head. I wonder if I can…

“Thank you for the meal.”

Your sudden words make her pause. She never once doubted you could speak, but at the same time she didn't expect you to open up at something as simple as food. It was important nonetheless - if you spoke once, it would be just a matter of time before you speak again. And then she could learn everything about you. Who you are, what you like, and most importantly, who hurt you. 

“Do not mention it, little one.” She slowly stretches out her hand towards you. “May I?”

You stop eating for a second before bringing your nose closer to her hand. It smells like salmon. You return your attention to the delicious sushi on the plate. 

With a hum of satisfaction, she places her hand between your ears. They fold to the sides, making way for her. Miko rubs her hand over your grimy, brownish fur. It was white once, for sure, but now that colour is just barely showing in places. No worries - she would wash you and make sure your coat will return to its undoubtedly splendid layer. 

“I'm here. It will be alright.”

There's a long road ahead of us. But you won't have to walk it alone, dear. 

Thanks for reading!

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This, but the girls and a male reader. Might write, who knows...

kind of a second part of this because i was trying to draw longli and the brainrot refuses to leave my head.

cw. gn!reader, fluff, dragon husbands + dragon babies

dragon!li teaching his little suns to hunt. even though there aren’t many preys such little hatchlings could catch aside from berries, and their teeth are still too brittle to munch on ores and gems at this point in time. in any case, it’s good for the little rascals to expand their boundless energy learning something new while having fun with it, other than by playfighting each other or wrestling his tail.

as for yourself, although your participation in the hunt isn't particularly required (aside from calming your babies whenever a sibling accidentally smacked their head with their tail, that is), it’s adorable to see your husband doing something akin to a kitten wiggling before pouncing onto the unsuspecting geovishap rolling around liyue plains.

(okay, maybe he’s showing off just a tad, but the way his hatchlings look up at him with such admiration makes him feel a satisfaction he’s never felt before...)

he knows his flesh and blood will all be able to subdue an even bigger prey one day. but for today…. perhaps a rabbit would be a good addition to your family’s dining table. after all, protein is essential in helping the little ones grow.

dragon!villette teaching his little tadpoles-shaped babies to forage in the safe waters of fontaine. the little noodles would always find themselves distracted by the pretty shells, the colorful corals, and the floaty tidalgas, but their father is ever so patient in waiting for their curiosity to sate and for them to remember the task at hand: to surprise their human parent with edible gifts to add into their dinner tonight!

still, it's endearing to see them chirp excitedly at him whenever they find something new, their little fins flapping as he described in the simplest of terms about the nature of their object of fascination. he must commission the fontaine research institute to develop a kamera which could work underwater, prompto.

it’s not until the first hour passes and all the hatchlings had accomplished were to befriend the local otters and snack on a few fishes, that neuvillette starts to think maybe he should lead by example first.

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Kissing and/or makeout headcanons for the Inazuman girls? Thanks

Here you go. Enjoy!

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Kissing Headcanons - Inazuma Women x Male!Reader

A/N: Here's the second fic this week, as promised. Enjoy!

CW: Slightly smutty in parts?

Yoimiya is a physical girl, so she enjoys having your hands on her whenever the mood strikes - or the reverse, as there’s so many hot places to take hold of on your body! Luckily, you don’t hang around the workshop as much as her, so she can kiss and taste your skin without worrying about a spicy aftertaste (so be careful when you kiss her, she tastes like coal and metal). It’s all the more unfair, then, that you’re taller than her… How is she supposed to kiss her boy on the lips with that height difference, huh?! No matter - she can just spring up into your arms and begin her loving assault on your lips from an equal footing. And even if she causes you both to come crashing down, Yoimiya will laugh it off and kiss you better. 

As an avid reader of romance novels (that may or may not have been pushed her way by a certain fox), Ei holds a lot of respect for the magic of kissing. No matter how trivial one may be, you can be sure that the Archon will stop at least for a moment to enjoy the feeling of your lips on hers with her undivided attention on you. Her stamina in combat might be nearly endless, but she is quickly reduced to a gasping, flustered mess in your embrace. Your passion, contained in every kiss, fills a deep, dark void in her heart. You make her feel loved, cherished, desired. That’s why she’ll always return to reality when she feels your lips on the puppet’s - meditation can wait, for you never know if this kiss might be the last. 

For darling Ayaka, the kiss is the primary way of displaying her love for you. It’s a gesture that doesn’t require specific circumstance - whether passing each other in the corridor, doing some paperwork or relaxing in bed, smooching or being smooched warms her heart. It’s good for a lady to show her love for her chosen one, so Ayaka won’t hesitate to plant a modest kiss on your cheek (or tug at your hand to lean down, she’s not that tall). Forehead kisses are her favorite - they feel so special in their protectiveness, always making her feel safe in your large, powerful arms. She’s strong and independent, but who wouldn’t want to be cared for like this?

A Nekomata’s love language is always physical touch, and Kirara’s love for kissing is undeniable proof of that. Unlike humans, she kisses with her whole face, not just her lips. She will rub her nose and cheeks against your face, sneaking kisses here and there and purring as loud as a Waverider’s engine. Her hands will make biscuits on whatever part of you she gets a hold on, right until she’s too dazed with affection to continue and just plops down on you. That’s why each night ends with a healthy dose of cuddling and kissing, as nothing puts Kirara to sleep better than basking in your warm affection. 

The expert at toying with you, reporting for duty. A woman like Miko is never kissed - she kisses you. No matter how eager you are, when Miko’s hands and lips get to work, you’ll soon be soft clay in her hands under her skillful touch. Be careful - Miko’s a biter, so get ready to feel your lips between her fangs as her tongue laps at yours, pushing harder at every sign of resistance while her slim hands lightly scratch at your body, soon making you unable to focus. Don’t worry - just be a good boy and let her have some fun, and who knows? Maybe you’ll get more than just a kiss…

Sangonomiya Kokomi’s days are long and full of duties that need her attention, so each moment she gets to enjoy with you is quite precious to her. After all, what better way to restore some much needed energy than to be kissed into a nap by her beloved? While Kokomi isn’t really one to dig into your face, being kissed with gentle passion shoots her straight to the heavens. Take her into your arms and pepper her face and lips with light touches of your lips and she’ll drift off to have the best dreams. One hundred energy gain guaranteed! 

While not open to doing so outside - or at least while on duty - Sara enjoys being kissed. She's not great at showing affection, that part of her is still in training, but will regardless follow what her heart says. Expect to be asked to kiss or be kissed at any time of the day, and do pick up the hints she wants to be a little more passionate. Inexperienced at this, Sara will let you take the lead, sitting or laying back as you devour her lips, moaning and tracing her hands around your body. Feel and kiss her body at your leisure, but try not to leave any marks - that'll kill her focus for hours to come. 

Public displays of affection are hardly her thing - especially kissing, with the mask and all - but don’t worry, you won’t go hungry with her around. If either of you feels like it, Shinobu will pull you into a quieter corner and lower her mask for you. If you feel like more, help yourself to her neck and every accessible inch of her beautiful, silky-smooth skin. Lap at it, smooch it, bite and mark it - she’s yours, but do be careful. Somebody might see you! Unless, of course, there’s a dark alley you can feast on her in. Be wild, be shameless, be selfish - that’s what Shinobu likes in a guy. 

Thanks for reading!