#I had to reread this to figure out why you'd say that it was gross so I think that you're fine

[elderscrollsconfessions]

Confession: I will in fact refer to the Daedric Prince of Madness as Uncle Sheo while having the hots for him, cancel me, I’m gross like that

[kira-fluff]

obnoxious - suna rintarou x fem!reader (pt.2)

a/n: i figured i should finish this one up a little bit :) i tried to make it suck less! ...idk rereading thru pt.1 made almost delete it lmao pairing: suna rintaro x fem!reader; enemies to lovers AND fake dating bc i'm a slut for tropes tw: swearing, suggestive, too lazy to form new paragraphs occasionally, unnecessarily long as fuck

- pt. 1

you awoke to what might possibly be the worst headache you've ever endured, yet surprisingly a lack of urge to puke. however, there was also something poking at your ass. your eyes widened (unfortunately taking in more of the obnoxiously bright light that was shining through the windows) as you realized that the warmth you felt was the source of another human body, a muscular arm draped over yours. steeling yourself to look over your shoulder, thankful it appeared both of your clothing were still on, horror and shock took over your body. you nearly screamed, instead letting out an alarmingly small squeak. the tired eyes of suna-fucking-rintarou flitted a little, but instead of fulling opening, he simply moaned and leaned closer to the heat and warmth of your body, still painfully unaware of the current situation. so, you proceeded to shake him a little, whisper-shouting, "suna! why are you sleeping next to me? what happened last night? and why do you have a boner?!"

you expected suna to shake awake, maybe even sit up, but ever the lazy ass you thought he was, his eyes merely twitched. you proceeded to smack him liberally on the face, just to piss him off. it was hard to stay completely angry when the fucker's cheeks were getting red from the amount of times you'd hit him. the moment a chuckle escaped your lips, a hand reached up and firmly grabbed your wrist. one of his stupid droopy eyes flitted open, along with a scowl on his lips, his eyebrows drawn down. "having fun?" he asked, one of his eyebrows quirking at the gleeful expression still on your face. you couldn't hold it back any longer, proceeding to heartily laugh at his expense, (you missed the semi-irritated, semi-lovesick expression adorning his face). "are you done? because there's payback, you know." before you had a word of protest, you yelped as he pushed you onto your back, his hands pressed down on both of your wrists, his breathing slightly rugged from the sudden motion. your happiness turned into annoyance as you tried to fight against him, shouting, "get off of me... you ingrate!" you irritation only grew as suna let out a small, "pfft" at your insult. "that's not what you were saying last night, y/n," he smirked, his eyes pooling with mischief, "what happened to all your honesty?" this threw you off, blinking twice with an eyebrow raised, you scoffed, "i don't know what the fuck you're talking about. must've been one of your gross, dirty wet dreams." suna laughed out-right, this time, not holding back his surprise. you took this as an opportunity to break yourself free from his grasp, swatting his hands away with a look of disgust. suddenly turning serious, suna stared at you with a sliver of anger simmering in his eyes, "you really don't remember anything from last night?" panic began to set in - it was best for you to avoid the little knot your stomach was beginning to feel. "besides you being annoying as fuck? not really! you see, that's kind of what alcohol does..?" you couldn't help tacking on a sarcastic little head tilt to emphasize your point. even though you were being a sassy piece of shit, he couldn't hold back the smirk that was sliding up his mouth because, in all honesty, it was fucking cute. fuck it, he was gonna go for it. "you mean you don't remember 'oh rin-rin... i hate that i want you sooo much!" he acted out blandly (it would've been comical were it not for the current situation you were in). "that never fucking happened!" you laughed in disbelief, "as if i'd ever be pining for you." suna's irritation grew, anxiety creeping in at the thought that maybe your drunken self hadn't meant a word you said. "then let's play a little game," he proposed, "i won't tell anyone about your horn-dog thoughts about kita--" you shouted in protest, but quieted at his risen finger, "but you have to pretend to be my girlfriend." you laughed sardonically, "fuck, no. i'd rather confess myself." "bold of you to assume that you'll get there before i tell him all about your little fantasies..." his anger grew at the look of fear on your face... but in another sense, it satisfied him. good. he's glad you're suffering just as much as he is. just as much as he was last night. "f-fuck you..." you exhaled, "fine. fine but you can't make me promise i won't fucking hate you and kill you in your sleep." a little grin played on his lips at this, "oh, believe me, y/n, i know what you're capable of." with that, a shitty contract was bound (not by legal binding, but by blackmail and fear.) things were about to get a whole lot more fucked. - it didn't hit suna just how little he thought this whole idea through until osamu and atsumu exchanged shit-eating grins as they took in suna's arm around your shoulder. "took you long enough, rin~" said atsumu, osamu proceeding to hit him on the shoulder with a fake smile plastered on his face (suna had at least the fucking brainpower to tell osamu the dumbass offer he made to you.. unfortunately unable to find a reason why he asked you such a deal in the first place, thankfully,

osamu kept this a secret). you turned in confusion until you heard osamu say, "shut the fuck up 'tsumu." then you understood it, they were just busting suna's balls. you grinned evilly, deciding this was was he gets. looking down at you, suna could read your face: it's what you fucking deserve, dipshit. he rolled his eyes in frustration and protest. so, you leaned into his arm, squishing your titties so that they laid on either side of his arm. "he cried when he confessed... it was adorable. i finally said i'd give him a chance after he was on his knees, begging me for a first date." atsumu roared with laughter, tears streaming down his face. atsumu leaned on his brother for support, osamu not much better, a fist covering his mouth as you took in suna's souring expression. "that never happened, y/n." you booped his nose condescendingly, "oh babykins, don't worry it'll be our little secret." why the fuck did he even ask you to do this? it's not like he had some obligatory family meal or someone to make jealous.. and he was regretting it more by the minute. still, he wasn't one to bow down to a fight. he grabbed your waist, squeezing so hard it hurt with a smile so fake you thought his face would crack, "but honey, you're forgetting about when i caught you drooling when you were looking at my picture...?" wait. how the fuck did he know about that? there's no way he knows about that! much to your chagrin, he didn't miss the flit of surprise that flew across your eyes for a moment, before dissolving into an equally sarcastic expression, "aren't you forgetting about when you--" "O-KAY..." atsumu lamely interjected, a fake laugh sounding out his throat, "this is going toward waters that only i tread," (an eyeroll from osamu), "we've got to go do something... don't we brother?" osamu deadpanned, looking like he wished someone would send an asteroid to kill himself or his stupid brother. "yeah...." he replied, as atsumu was already out the door, "there's no 'thing'... you just made this super fucking awkward." then, the twins closed the door behind them. suna rolled his eyes in equal exasperation, "you just couldn't hold back that serpent tongue of yours, could you?" you folded your arms, "i didn't see you trying to stop me." he stopped, gazing at you with an expression you couldn't quite place. then, he proceeded to walk briskly over to you, resulting in you backing up to the wall. he leaned in close saying, "maybe i should've," lowly. this was the reason he decided to do this whole fake-dating thing. yeah. because he wanted you to fucking suffer. that's why. - heads turned as you walked down the halls, hands intertwined. it felt really weird to go from not even being able to stand each other while in the same room to chummy friends.. well, lovers (you cringed). you looked up in surprise at the sudden tight grasp suna had on your hand. thinking it was a challenge of strength and will, you squeezed harder. a feather flitted in his jaw, making you smirk. looking away from him, however, you realized kita was standing in front of you, and somewhere along the way you both had stopped to greet him. you tugged in an attempt to pull your hand free from suna's but his grip was too tight. you stomped on his foot, opting for a wide grin as you overenthusiastically greeted your upperclassmen, "kita!! hey!! good to see you!!" you couldn't help the small giggle that escaped your lips when he smiled back at you. his grip on your hand increased, practically stopping the blood flow. "you two, i'm glad to see that you're together now. i always thought that friendship suited you more, i'm glad to see you two are such close friends now." his pure little grin made you honestly feel guilty. almost as a reflex, you began to say, "oh, we're not--!" suna began, "we're dating, actually," a not-so-subtle hand grabbing your waist, pushing it flush to his side. kita cleared his throat politely, "ah, congratulations then. suna, make sure you take care of her." you swore you sensed some irritation in his reply, "believe me, i will." again, he was

so glad he roped you into this little facade. all the more to rub it into kita's face - you were his. - something was weird, you decided. the longer you spent next to suna, the less you disliked him. you were certain, at first, that it would be the opposite - that your hatred would only grow for the dark-haired boy. yet, you found it strangely comforting. he'd text you in the morning a greeting, he'd text you at night to make sure you'd gotten home safe. he'd give you little cute things he'd find (in a way that you swore this guy just had an addiction to blowing his money on stupid things). he'd laugh at your jokes and he hugged you when you (embarrassingly) cried in front of him when you failed your math exam. your heart skipped a few beats when he worked so hard to teach you all the concepts you'd need to memorize for the remedial math exam - often spending late nights at either of your houses as he drilled you on the material. it almost felt like you were "dating" a completely different person. after all, would the real suna patiently wait for you while you took your time getting ready before leaving school together? it was then that you decided that maybe you were only seeing the parts of suna that you wanted to see. instead of looking at suna as a person, you saw him for what he wasn't. sure, he was occasionally lazy, and liked to sleep a lot (something you actually both had in common). sure, he didn't seem to care for any of your guy-friends (besides osamu, of course), but he was actually extremely sweet, too. you'd never forgotten his stolen glances at you during class, or the fiery blush that bit at his cheeks when you'd called him "pretty". it took you long enough to admit this to yourself, but you swore you'd never, ever admit this to suna. even when your feelings for kita seemed like a distant past. you'd more admired kita than loved him. suna was different. you found yourself speechless sometimes when he'd point out something he remembered you loved. sometimes it seemed like he could read you better than osamu. sure, you still thoroughly enjoyed pissing each other off, yet it became something you both did just to elicit a reaction from each other. - "'samu, i feel like things are different between me and rin now," you confided, finally, with your closest friend. he seemed to glance at no one in particular with an obnoxious "i knew it" face, "different how?" he asked, egging you on. "i don't know... it's just like... i don't think i hate him anymore. maybe i never did. i think i was maybe, just maybe, only seeing a part of him... maybe i never gave him a chance," you admitted. at osamu's silence, you turned over to him, a silent question on your face. at last he opened his mouth, "then, i don't know why ya telling me this. i think there's someone else who needs 'ta here this a lot more than me." you blinked. he was right, even though you didn't want to admit it. it was just gonna really suck. you were certain that even though your relationship progressed leaps and bounds, he'd probably laugh in your face when you told him all this. groaning, you stood up, "i hate how you're always right." you said, slamming the door behind you. osamu smiled to himself. go get her, rin. - you: hey, rin, can i come over? [11:19PM] rin-rin: you just woke me up so i guess. [11:19PM] you: liar ;P i saw you were active on instagram [11:20PM] rin-rin: caught me, stalker. [11:22PM] any specific reason? [11:23PM] you: just want to talk. i have some things i want to say. [11:23PM] rin-rin: oo mysterious. i like that. [11:29PM] you: it's abt to be a lot more mysterious if you keep being a slow ass reply-er ;( [11:30PM] rin-rin: shh i'm thinking ok [11:31PM] it's kinda scary when you get all serious [11:31PM] you: dw it's not something bad [11:32PM] rin-rin: eyes on the road, missy. [11:32] you: ;P [11:32PM] - you arrived soon after in the parking lot of suna's apartment complex. marking your way up the stairs, you were surprised to meet eyes with rintarou. "it's late so i waited out here for you." you felt a little warm.

"thanks, rin." he shrugged in an attempt at nonchalance, turning toward his doorway and flinging it open casually. "welcome home." sucking in an anxious breath of air, you didn't waste time with small pleasantries. "rin." "y/n." "um, so, gosh, how do i start this?" you laughed awkwardly, expecting a mocking glance from suna, but in looking at him, you saw his undivided attention was on you, beckoning you to continue. you sighed, "okay. well. basically, i realized something. about you," you stole a quick glance at him, noticing he was unusually quiet, and he took a step forward. "i realized that i don't hate you, and i never did." his eyes widened as you continued, "i realized that it was probably my fault, from the start, for how we were then. i think in a way, i knew then but i was just too prideful to admit it out loud. arguing was fun with you until it wasn't - it became something where i'd take out my anger on you or i'd say something pretty unfair. i think after those experiences i realized that i wasn't seeing the whole you. i was only seeing the part of you that i wanted to believe you were, instead of seeing you for the sweet, thoughtful, ...sometimes shy, hilarious guy you are. and....and i'm sorry. that was really shitty of me." you could feel the tears streaming down your face as you sniffled harshly, "and i hope that you can forgive me. and, and maybe you had this whole 'fake dating' thing just so that you could help me see that." your voice broke and wavered, still only staring at the ground, "maybe you wanted to help me realize that i was being a jerk and that i wasn't giving you a chance. but i just wanted to let you know that i'm sorry, and that i finally realize that i was wrong," you sobbed, "and i'm sorry you had to resort to this whole 'made-up plan' for me to realize it," you laughed in between sniffles. at last, you looked up, glassy eyes widening as you realized suna so was so, so close to you - mere inches away from your face. you sniffled again as he wiped away a stray tear streaming down your cheek. he enveloped you in a tight hug, his chin resting atop yours, "i'm sorry too," you sobbed louder, "i--" he laughed sardonically, "i really suck at showing my feelings." he moved his head back, taking your chin with his forefinger, tilting your gaze to meet his own, "because, if you had only known, y/n, that i love you..." his eyes were warm and reflected your own. still sniffling, you could only stare, squeaking out a small, "what?" suna resisted the urge to bury his face into your shoulder in embarrassment, "you have no idea how badly i want you. how much i was holding back for you. i know it's fucking selfish, but i would edge you on and encourage your irritation and disdain for me because i knew at least then you'd look at me," he blushed, muttering a soft, god, this is so fucking embarrassing. you shyly smiled, with a small sniffle, "hey, do you want to make this whole 'dating' thing real?" suna let out a breathy laugh, "i thought you'd never ask." he harshly pulled your face into his, connecting your lips together. it felt like everything all at once that was hidden was made clear - suna could barely contain his wanting, he'd needed you like this for so long. your teeth and lips clashed together as suna fought for entrance into your mouth. you were like a drug to him, refusing to let go of it. his tongue massaged your own as he pulled you impossibly closer, relishing in your surprised "mph!" it wasn't until you both had completely run out of air that you both parted. both your eyes were blown, lips parted and puffy. you exchanged heavy breaths, almost as if in shock. it wasn't enough, though, and suna selfishly careened toward your lips, taking what little left of your shallow breaths away. he couldn't help as his hands explored your body, making their way up and down your arms, down your chest, a small grip on your ass, then back up to your hips. it was like he was afraid you'd disappear in a fraction of a moment - if he didn't soak up this time with you, he'd never have a moment like this

again. at last parting once more, he rested his forehead on yours. "i love you so much." you didn't even need to reply, though you did, because your eyes were dancing with mirth. happiness and love for him. and no one else. -

a/n: holy shit this was way longer than anticipated but uh... ehe... my hands were flying across my keyboard.

[its-ya-boi-autumn]

Rules And Requests

There aren't very many, but I figured since I get asked a lot I'll make a short little list. This is also getting reblogged and linked on my other account, so if you see it there as well that's why. I might add to it as time goes on depending on how things go in the future and such. It's uncommon for me to turn away a request so honestly I'd say if you want something in your smut or imagine, just shoot me a message through dms, it's easier that way because I can explain better and work things out with you so I can still give you the best writing possible. I'm not going to judge you or make fun of you if you ask me a question. About anything. No matter how obvious it may be. I tried to write these out in the most explanation I could without writing huge paragraphs, but I like talking so I apologize-

Requests

There isn't a limit to how much you can request. I had someone ask me this and I'd never really thought about it, but I didn't really need to. You can send in however many you want whenever you want. Even if you don't put the anon, and your name is displayed, you can send in like 15 requests in one day and it won't bother me. I'm not gonna dm you and yell at you or anything so long as it's not a repeated request and as long as you're not being an asshole about it.

On that note, when you send an ask, it doesn't have to be a writing. I'll answer anything whether it's headcanons or memes or if you just want to have like a debate or discussion I'm totally down. The only things I would ignore would be hate comments really, which I've never gotten before, so that's cleared. If you want to talk to me, go ahead, I'd love to chat with you over asks or dms, both work.

If you like a writing and want a part 2, request it. Some writers I know don't do that, and I could understand why, but personally I don't mind. I'll keep writing for that specific storyline until I'm either satisfied with the ending, you stop requesting, or I literally just get burnt out and cannot physically think of anything else for the storyline. Whether it goes to just 2 parts, 5 parts, or 16 parts, if you want it, then tell me and I'll see what I can do for you.

Writing

I totally do not mind writing smut (obviously) though do be warned that it's not something I'm super fond of writing. I get burnt out easier with these requests and since I don't really do much sexual things myself in my personal life and they tend to be repetitive, it's a little difficult to write. That being said, don't be afraid to send the request in. I will write practically whatever you want me to, I just ask for your patience and understanding when it comes to that sort of content.

Scat/Vomit I won't write, I will write piss kinks because they don't really faze me but anything with feces or vomit, doesn't necessarily gross me out, but it's just uncomfortable to write in a sexual context for me personally.

I also don't write things having to do with animals. Mythical creatures or folklore or even cryptids are a little different since I can work around those, though smut again is an iffy. Anything whether it's dogs, cats, or insects/bugs in general, that grosses me out. I won't think you're weird, because I don't really care what kinks anyone has, that's their business not mine, but I will not write anything pertaining towards any bestialities.

If you're reading something I've written and noticed I missed a tag or a warning, tell me. Immediately. I've said it before and I'll say it however many times I have to. This is a safe space and I'd hate for someone to read something and end up upset because it included non con or blood or something of the sort that they're sensitive to. I don't always reread my writing before I send them out, I try to but sometimes I just get excited and want to put it out. Please don't be hesitant to tell me if I missed something.

Myself/Others

Be respectful to each other. You'd think it'd be a given, but sometimes it isn't. My biggest thing and I've already listed it probably twice is that this is a safe space here. Anything regarding hate, racism, sexism, homophobia, anything against any religions, etc. I'm deleting those comments and likely reporting that person. I don't take kindly to acts of hate on my page whether it's to myself, my friends, or to other people around me.

This kind of goes with the top one but simply be patient with me. I talk openly about things as they happen and how my mental and physical health are pacing with everyone so we're all on the same page and know what's going on. My mental health isn't always the greatest (recently been re-diagnosed with bpd) and I might not be up to write something every single day. Don't fret. I see your request, I've likely started it. All I ask for is your patience with me.