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Toyosatomimi no Miko is a character in the Touhou Project series introduced in its 13th installment, Ten Desires.
Miko was once Prince Shoutoku, a Japanese leader in the 600s known for promoting Buddhism and streamlining the Japanese government. In the Touhou lore, she was visited by Taoist hermit Seiga Kaku, who had heard about Miko’s longing for immortality. Seiga introduced her to Taoism, but she rejected it as a religion unfit for placating an entire country. She was intrigued by its promise of immortality, however, and privately converted to it, advocating for Buddhism to keep Japan stable. After drinking an “immortality elixir” (mercury sulfide), however, she was forced to let go of her body and become a supernatural hermit like Seiga, notably taking on the form of a woman, making her a canonically trans character (
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After convincing a hermit from a rival clan (Mononobe no Futo) to sleep without decaying, Miko followed in suit, waiting for a time where a Taoist Japan would revive her in search of guidance. However, Buddhist monks were able to keep her mausoleum sealed, and the legends surrounding her were slowly brushed off- which led to her transportation into Gensokyo, where the folklore of old is a reality of everyday life.
When she awoke in Gensokyo, it was right after Buddhist monk Byakuren Hijiri opened her own temple, however, leading to a surge of divine spirits across the realm, setting up the events of Ten Desires.
What look like headphones on her are canonically earmuffs- Shoutoku was allegedly able to discern between ten questions asked at once, an ability carried by Miko (although with her enhanced abilities, she can also analyze each person and determine their inner desires (thus the title of the game))- although it means her hearing is highly sensitive and has to be muffled to prevent pain.
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anxiety stuff
let's say that I'm in the 30-35 demographic. gloriously ruined by capitalism and definitely don't have my shit in order
yeah, let's just veer away from the genitals, need to get a surgery first 
. Never done this stuff before though, oooo let's see if my gay slop reading has been worth anything....eh besides the obvious. I definitely have a perfectionist streak, I'm being reminded 
heavier
"Good girl." I murmur and start to slowly move forwards again, slowly nuzzling my way up to the cruelly neglected right side of the neck. Slowly painfully slowly tracing my teeth across the neck and bite down, pulling the skin a bit as I move and leaving a trail of bites all the way to the left side, where I stop again. "What do you need?" I ask while slowly moving my right hand along the line of marks already blossoming along the neck. "And do you think you deserve it?"
anxiety stuff
heavier
good girl A shudder runs through my body a smile across my lips at the words. I feel the movement towards my neck, ever so slowly. A flash as I feel your teeth graze my flesh, and then more, they sink into me, not so deep as to break skin, but deep enough that I truly feel them. Deep enough to communicate intimate knowledge; I know my place beneath your teeth, wrapped in your thighs, Yours. The bites come slowly, so slowly. Moving across my neck. I feel my skin blooming at each one, until you come to stop at my left side. "What do you need?" the words slide from your lips into my mind as i feel you trace your fingers over your handiwork "And do you think you deserve it?". "I- you- I dont- I- you- need-" I stammer, unable to even begin forming a cogent answer to the questions. What do I need? The thought lingers for a moment before I reply: "You, your marks, your touch. I need to please and pleasure, and be pleasured. I need to belong and be yours. And I know I probably dont deserve it. Please, help me, help me deserve it."
Rated H for Heavier
I hum and move my lips closer, sucking on the skin slightly and rising up. I move my hand up the right side of your neck into your scalp and grasp the hair in a tight grip. "Oh, sweetheart, no one is allowed to talk down to you, not even you." I whisper against your chin and tug your hair hard enough to expose more of that wonderfully soft skin and start biting and sucking on it, moving very slightly each time. Eventually releasing your hair and starting to scratch down your scalp soothingly, while moving my mouth to your ear and biting on the lobe and pulling it slightly with my teeth. "Are you sure you don't think you deserve this?" I whisper into your ear as I release the lobe, and softly move my hand from your hair over to your throat. Doing a slight squeeze with my thighs, and my hand at the same time. "Tell me you deserve this, sweetness."
blood type H+ cause its positively heavy
With your hand tightly gripping my hair, I hear your voice in my ear.
"Oh, sweetheart, no one is allowed to talk down to you, not even you."
The words stir something in me, a feeling for which I have no name. Welling up inside me it spills over into devotion and emotional release, juxtaposed by the control you have over my head, the comfortable discomfort of the biting and sucking upon my skin, the pleasurable pain of it all. As your hand releases and scratches down my scalp in a soothing calming motion my head tilts back upright to meet your lips upon my ear, nibbling and grazing upon it, before whispering:
"Are you sure you don't think you deserve this?"
Words have abandoned my thoughts, and only color remains. Flashes of green and red compose the grammar, golden streaks form words, and blue undertones lay out the intonation. White hot points punctuate this sentence of color. I realize your hand is at my throat; I had been so distracted I hadnt noticed its soft movement thereto.
"Tell me you deserve this, sweetness" The words are accompanied by a coordinated squeeze of your thighs round my torso and your hand on my throat, and crystallize my thought into words:
"I deserve this, I want this, I need this; I want you"
As the words vacate my lungs I feel your grip tighten slightly, not enough to choke or strangle, but enough that I know youre there, and know youve heard me.