miru

RETIRED

[sentrybites]

i saw someone saying on twitter about a woman who said that her boyfriend was so nervous when propose her that he forgot everything and ended up just getting on his knees saying “please”.

i hope every writer who reads this makes the best of it

[rarararaii]

A cat and a fox

[lottiebyers]

they are so fucking tiny oh my god

[maryscinema]

me if reading x reader fanfics was illegal

[aceofheartsssss]

This applies to a certain kind of people, you KNOW who you are:

“I wanna fuck [fictional character]!” “Just one night with [fictional character(s)]!” “My girl doesn’t [insert sexual activity] that’s why I cheat!” “It’s too small.” “It’s not pink.” “[Fictional character] is sooo fuckable.” “She doesn’t know how to do it right.” “He’s too small to feel good, I should break up with him.” “[Fictional character] is so boring but I’d still smash.” “She’s boring, I need two at once.” “My man doesn’t [insert sexual activity] should I break up with him?”

“LATINA FETISH, ASIAN FETISH, BLACK FETISH, he’s too chopped, she’s too chopped, BLAH BLAH BLAH!”

I dont understand why human beings are so, so, so, soooo SOOOOOOO FUCKING obsessed with sex. Hypersexual as fuck. It’s literally everywhere. It’s all you talk about. It’s fucking annoying. We get it, sex is fun, smut is fun too, moderation, people. WHY is sex/sexual content always being shoved up our ass ANY CHANCE ANYONE GETS?!! Is it all you people think about?!!?? So many of this world’s problems would be fixed if humans weren’t so hyperfixated on SEX? (You know who you are)

Why does no one ever say “I wanna cuddle with him.” “I love her personality, she makes me feel so special.” “He’s so sweet.” “I wanna buy her a cute dress.” “I’ll always love him and him only.”

I don’t need a sex obsession to be in a relationship. I don’t need sex to be happy. Neither should you.

TLDR: I think sexualizing characters/people IS COMPLETELY OKAY, but I’ve seen sooooo many people who make it their entire fucking personality and all they can think about 24/7 is dick or pussy AND ITS FUCKING ANNOYING.

Edit: To those pussies sending me anonymous inbox messages, I D O N' T G I V E A F U C K :)

[aquasprings]

⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁. you’re kento nanami’s crazy wife . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹

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[bibbysstuff]

[lilithkleia]

pretending to help pay the bill w/ nanami !

nanami always adored dinner dates—they were an excuse to have you all dolled up and pretty, with him sitting across the table in his crisp suit, with candles adoring the middle of the table while your face was lit in the pretty moonlight.

ever the gentleman that he is, he always refused to let you pay, fighting you for the check to near violence, because having you in his presence is just enough for him. and treating you to good food is something that he wants to do for you, watching the way your eyes light up when you eat a dish you enjoy is enough to have him drop his entire wallet at your every beck and call.

this little setback didn’t stop you from having your own fun, of course.

right as the waiter dropped the bill at your table, nanami’s taking out his wallet—you’ve given up fighting him for the bill now, the moment you clutch your own purse, zipping it open to fish around it, seemingly to look for you own wallet has nanami pouting like a child for a. moment.

“my love, what on earth are you doing?” he questions, right before you grab what looked like lipgloss and a handful of seashells before setting it down on the table.

“im helping you pay the bill, of course.”

your face was stoic, almost dead serious, with the container of lipgloss and three pretty shells that rested before you.

“will this not cover it?” you say before setting down mermaid shells, and the tiniest jar of glitter on the table before you tilted your head in confusion while staring right into his eyes.

he tries to be serious for a second—he’s used to your antics by now, but something about the way you’re eyeing him while your collection rests next your purse is barely holding him back from bursting into a fit of giggles.

merely seconds later nanami’s snickering, trying to cover his face with his hands while you let out a soft giggle, watching his face tinge in pink while he slowly laughs at your previously dead serious expression while you set down trinkets on the table like a cat.

“gods, i’m gonna marry you some day.” is all he says, before paying the bill and setting it aside, all the while you can see the dimples crease his face at your stupid joke.

“if this was all it took, i would’ve started doing it ages ago.”

old fic i kinda liked idk. @yoonsucks @sugusplaything

dividers: @/pixopix .

all works belong to @lilithkleia, do NOT copy, translate or feed to AI. lest you wish upon toji’s worm to crawl up your ass.

[lilithkleia]

pretending to help pay the bill w/ nanami !

nanami always adored dinner dates—they were an excuse to have you all dolled up and pretty, with him sitting across the table in his crisp suit, with candles adoring the middle of the table while your face was lit in the pretty moonlight.

ever the gentleman that he is, he always refused to let you pay, fighting you for the check to near violence, because having you in his presence is just enough for him. and treating you to good food is something that he wants to do for you, watching the way your eyes light up when you eat a dish you enjoy is enough to have him drop his entire wallet at your every beck and call.

this little setback didn’t stop you from having your own fun, of course.

right as the waiter dropped the bill at your table, nanami’s taking out his wallet—you’ve given up fighting him for the bill now, the moment you clutch your own purse, zipping it open to fish around it, seemingly to look for you own wallet has nanami pouting like a child for a. moment.

“my love, what on earth are you doing?” he questions, right before you grab what looked like lipgloss and a handful of seashells before setting it down on the table.

“im helping you pay the bill, of course.”

your face was stoic, almost dead serious, with the container of lipgloss and three pretty shells that rested before you.

“will this not cover it?” you say before setting down mermaid shells, and the tiniest jar of glitter on the table before you tilted your head in confusion while staring right into his eyes.

he tries to be serious for a second—he’s used to your antics by now, but something about the way you’re eyeing him while your collection rests next your purse is barely holding him back from bursting into a fit of giggles.

merely seconds later nanami’s snickering, trying to cover his face with his hands while you let out a soft giggle, watching his face tinge in pink while he slowly laughs at your previously dead serious expression while you set down trinkets on the table like a cat.

“gods, i’m gonna marry you some day.” is all he says, before paying the bill and setting it aside, all the while you can see the dimples crease his face at your stupid joke.

“if this was all it took, i would’ve started doing it ages ago.”

old fic i kinda liked idk. @yoonsucks @sugusplaything

dividers: @/pixopix .

all works belong to @lilithkleia, do NOT copy, translate or feed to AI. lest you wish upon toji’s worm to crawl up your ass.

[miruac]

i miss nanami

[fuhutao]

boys will be dogs <drabble>

in which you reunite with your junior from high school.

featuring: osamu x f!reader - downbad-ness, the miyas being menaces, osamu being the menace, and yea....

your third year of inarizaki high passes in a blur of routine and restless anticipation. by then, you already know.

miya osamu likes you. his brother does too.

you don't miss the way their eyes linger when you walk by in uniform, or how they ears perk up like eager puppies at the sound of your voice. you don't miss their excuses either --- how they drag along poor aran just to wander the third-year hall, fooling absolutely no one.

what a pair of dogs, you think then, stuck between feeling annoyed, flattered, and amused.

still, when graduation comes and the brothers mosey over to your group of friends humbly requesting photos, you say yes. you flash them a smile, quick and easy, even throw in a wink for good measure.

then high school ends.

time moves on, as it does. the miyas --- once loud, persistent, almost impossible to ignore --- become just another fond blur tucked away in the past.

so when your old friend kita shinsuke messages you out of the blue, asking to catch up, you don't think much of it.

he tells you to come by onigiri miya. you do.

your meeting with shinsuke isn't the problem. the two of you reminisce over favorite teachers and late night study sessions, catch up on life after graduation --- he's pleased to hear you're doing well. no, shinsuke isn't the problem at all.

the problem is him.

"y/n! long time no see," miya osamu greets as you walk through the door --- all fitted tee, toned arms, and those dark, droning eyes. "remember me?"

you huff a laugh. "just barely."

duty calls, and osamu leaves his seniors to talk alone. two hours pass in warm, easy chatter before shinsuke excuses himself for the night. you stay behind, having promised your roommates to bring back some of your junior's best menu.

it's 15 minutes to closing, meaning the last of his customers have trickled out, and osamu and you are the only two people left in his store. you're perched at the bar, swinging your legs as you watch him move around the kitchen with practiced ease.

"i feel like i can finally tell you the truth!" you announce. "atsumu was always my favorite."

in front of you, osamu chuckles, unfazed, "aw man, well i'm not telling him you said that." his hands move deftly as he wraps your food. "you said your friends wanted two grilled salmon, two tuna mayo?" he turns to you.

"mmhm," you hum amidst reapplying lipstick. you press your lips together with a steady pop!

and then you catch it again.

for the first time in years.

that stare.

osamu's always been the calmer, "better" twin --- everyone knows that. but for some reason, you've never quite bought it.

it's the same reason you knew all those years ago, back in high school, that osamu liked you. and sometime after, you just figured his brother did too.

because miya osamu has no shame.

because miya osamu has absolutely no shame simply staring at the things he likes --- and always with that same blank look on his face.

right now, you think he's taken a particular liking to your lips.

"while we're telling the truth..." your junior starts, "tsumu and i actually had huge crushes on you back in high school." he grins to himself, "we thought you were so cool."

"oh, i know," you quip. "why’d you think atsumu was my favorite? all my friends thought he was trouble, but in reality, you’re just as bad --- just better at hiding it," you shrug, "at least respect how earnest he is, right?"

osamu just stares at you, clearly amused. "sure."

"i mean, i saw the way you two looked at me," you continue. "always thought you were kinda like little dogs."

"whoa. ouch, y/n," osamu jokes, pressing a hand to his heart. "now, i'm wounded."

"well you don't have to be," you offer, tapping a thoughtful finger to your freshly painted mouth, "recently, i've come to realize i like dogs. they're actually pretty cute."

osamu laughs, shaking his head in disbelief. "dogs? or men that act like dogs?"

"both," you snicker. "when you grow up, you realize the best men in this world are the ones willing to literally bark for you."

you watch as his gaze leaves your lips and settles directly on your eyes, dark, grey, plotting.

"woof," he says, finally.

[nyxessence]

nyxxiieeee hewwo happy event!!!!! if i may put in a little request of my own, could i ask for!! first time staying over at his place (modern au, sfw) with my favie hehe mr wriothesley genshinimpact!!! dynamic is! easily flustered and bad at hiding it (me) x also quite flustered but good at hiding it and also a tease >.< (him) & if u!!! need more details re: our dynamic pls feel free to dm me okie tkusm ure so nice to everyone myself included ilusm!!!!! ꒰੭⸝⸝´`⸝⸝꒱੭ ❤︎

like 940 words, gn!reader except a feminine pet name at end, umm. mentions of skin flushing/being warm and shy. idk theyre just sweeties

The warm amber light pouring from the bathroom perfectly lights Wriothesley’s face. His smile is crooked and boyish and sweet when he meets your gaze in the mirror once he sets the towel down on the countertop.

“You can be in here too, if you want,” his voice is soft, like he’s coaxing you into it. Your eyes snap to his face and squint—though you only find sincerity and a bit of red on the peaks of his cheekbones. So you slip from the silk sheets and pad over to the doorway, where you can smell the mint of his toothpaste and whatever leave-in conditioner he’s currently carding through drying strands with meticulous focus. He looks handsome and disarmingly relaxed for the amounts of nerves you feel, being this domestic and staying over for the first time.

“What scent is that?” You ask it like your heart isn’t racing from the proximity and how dressed-down and comfortable he is. You hope it means he doesn’t notice the warmth in your cheeks or how rapidly you blink when he turns his cheek to look at you and you see a dimple under his lip when he gives you a small, close-mouthed smile that you’ve never noticed before.

“Bergamot,” he chuckles a little. “Shocking, I know. You wanna try it?”

It is cute, that the scents he gravitates toward match his teas. You nod and smile at him, expecting for him to hand you the jar and let you try it on your own—instead a warm palm meets your waist and pulls you closer while turning you to face the mirror. It’s embarrassing to see your eyes widen and skin flush at that, but you can’t really help how you react to the firmness of his chest against your back or the spread of his fingers and the warmth you feel through your thin tee as he takes his free hand and slowly sections your hair.

“Wriothesley—” your affronted gasp falls short when he smiles at you and you can see his hand shake a little as he unscrews the lid and begins to card it through your hair. It’s lightweight enough you think you’ll be fine sleeping with it in, but your attention focuses more on the way his heart is racing behind you and betraying he’s just as flustered as you are. It’s reassuring that you affect him just as much.

“Pretty,” he hums, with a small teasing lilt that matches the smile tugging at his lips. “I like when you smell like me.”

You turn and hit his shoulder gently for that. He just chuckles and adjusts his hold so his arm wraps firmly closer to your hips and you can tuck your burning face against his collarbone as he finishes applying the conditioner. “You’re the worst, mister.”

“You wound me,” he whispers, tracing along your spine and laughing softly when you shiver. The rumble to his chest betrays his amusement even when you pull back a little to stare at him and the carefully schooled neutral expression. “How can I make it up to you, hm?”

There’s a pause while you consider it, and you must be pouting without realizing it because he ducks his head to down to quickly peck your lips. You let out a squeak (though you plan on denying it when he inevitably presses later) and try to chase his touch. Wriothesley stops you with a thumb on your forehead and laughs when you scowl.

“First of all, not doing that.”

He grins. “Noted.”

“Secondly,” you hum and slowly back him towards the bed, flicking off the bathroom light behind you. “Read to me?”

“Read to you?” He repeats, smiling as you wiggle free and slide under his sheets—tugging them up to just under your eyes and blinking up at him. “What do you want me to read?”

“Anything,” you say softly, heart pounding as he crawls in next to you and gingerly slides closer to you. He doesn’t initiate any contact but he’s close enough you can feel the warmth radiating off his skin. So you shift a little closer until his arm instinctively loops to meet you and you tuck against his chest like it was made for you to rest in. “I just like hearing your voice.”

Wriothesley’s pulse is racing—you feel it in his chest, in his wrist where it rests by your navel, and can even tell in the way his other hand’s fingers tap restlessly against the pillow like he needs to get closer. “I like hearing yours, too.” There’s some shifting, and then the rustle of pages. “I’ll read. But next time, you have to.”

“I have to?” Next time, you think, butterflies erupting in your stomach. The certainty makes you shy.

“Yeah. We’ll take turns.” Wriothesley kisses your shoulder and the soft drag of his lips on your skin makes you shiver. You can feel the smile when he notices. “I’ll stay as big spoon though, if that’s okay…”

“I could totally be the big spoon!” You complain, knowing you probably couldn’t, and that you’re reveling in the warmth and size of his strong arm keeping you locked against him. “But fine. I can read.”

He chuckles. “Good. Now—” and he makes a show of turning the page slowly and shifting his tone lower and softer. “Let’s begin?”

You nod, grab his hand to bring it up and kiss it before letting it drop back.

“Just don’t strain your eyes.”

“I won’t,” he assures. “I need to be able to see my pretty girl in the morning.”

۶۟ৎ from the firsts and flirtations event!

sowwy for not responding to the yapping part not much to say lately 😔

[horsefacelover]

lord take away his pain, double it, and give it to floch forster

[vetckkie]

girl get off that c.ai and embrace the 'x reader'

[yenayaps]

oh this man is FINE

[frenchcoucou]

petition for nanami to burn his hair gel

[miruac]

hi mooties i missed u all how are u