GOOD BOY
what's it? smut
allergen warning/s? fem!reader [no pronouns mentioned], contains seperate drabbles with reader being dom + sub, cervix kissing, name-calling, manhandling, unprotected sex, oral-fixation
sugar level? 0.8k
names for the orders? suna rintaro, tendo satori, tsukishima kei, bokuto kotaro, miya atsumu, semi eita
regulars? @hanayanetwork
he groans freely as he buries himself to the hilt inside of you, eyes clenched. it's been so long since the two of you have fucked, the week's been busy for him and he wasn't able to spend as much time with you as he wanted, but now that he's here, he wants to make it up to you in more ways than one -- not just with his cock originally, but with the way you jumped into his arms and pulled him in for a kiss that's all teeth and tongue the moment he walked through the front door, he thinks that bullying his fat cock into your aching cunt is one hell of a way to get reacquainted with each other.
slowly, he starts to build up a rhythm. it's nice and familiar, but there's also something hidden there that wasn't always present and it's the longing and the neediness you always you was buried deep inside him ready to implode at any moment.
he fucks you like an animal, his strokes are deep and rough - you can feel the pink tip of his cock brushing against your cervix every time - and panting wildly into your ear. the sound is laced with soft moans coming from both you and him. but then, he grabs your left leg and hooks it over his hip, giving him another angle to fuck you in and it sends your eyes rolling to the back of your head and your hand to grab firm tuffs of his hair. "ah! fuck! good boy! t-that's a good boy." you say it without much care in the world, partially because you don't even recognize the words that just passed through your lips, too busy with the feeling of his cock in your walls. you can feel every single inch of him, and every single pulsing vein that decorates it.
he tenses up before a low growl comes from him.
you've been with this man for a very long time, but you've never seen him react like this, ever. and you've never heard that sound from him either. needless to say, you were equally confused, concerned, and aroused by the deep raspy sound. you don't have much time to think about the things it does to your body though.
the next thing you knew, he has flipped you on your tummy and pulled you up so you'd be on your hands and knees. a heavy hand rests on the back of your head and he applies more pressure on it, shoving your face into the bed as his hand travels down to your neck, holding you there in place. your back is arched perfectly, pussy fully exposed to him so he can do what he pleases with your tight hole. he leans down so his mouth is right next to the shell of your ear the same time he grinds his cock on your weeping cunt making you moan and attempt to clench your thighs together to no avail. "by good boy you better not be thinking i'm being submissive." the sensation, the whisper of his voice on your throat makes you shiver and your pussy pathetically tighten around nothing. he sees this and chuckles, running a finger through your folds and thrusting all the way in. "gonna fuck you dumb for that all night low, brat."
suna, TENDO, tsukishima
he tenses up before a whimper comes from him and his thrusts ceases.
you didn't really noticed what you've said earlier, but now, you're so glad for them though they were for word vomit, if anything. they were still true, spur of the moment thoughts. you cupped his cheek gently, relishing in the way he nuzzled into it and let out a low hum in response. his eyes fluttered shut and a tiny smile graced his face. "you like being called a good boy, baby?" he only let out a small mhmm as confirmation making you chuckle at his current state. this is the first time you've seen him submissive in the bedroom so it was new to you, but you certainly weren't complaining. "c'mon pretty boy, i want you to use your words." you said, running a hand through his hair making the smile on his face grow wider.
his eyelids flutter and in a blink, he's looking down at you with bright eyes. they look like they have stars in them from the way they gaze down at your form. "yeah, i like being called a good boy." a blush covers his cheeks and you think it's the prettiest thing you've ever seen.
you smirk and flip the two of you over. "that's so cute," you run your thumb over his bottom lip, cooing when he sucks it into his mouth. "be a good boy for me then, and i'll give you anything you want."
bokuto, ATSUMU, semi
i get: reblog
you get: a collar
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Ok, first off? The drama in these episodes is exquisite. The occult nonsense. Jack being his usual bullheaded self. The pizzazz and theatrics of the duel. The familiar of an ancient destructive spirit playing a freaking card game. Delicious.
I just wish any of this made sense, like. Worldbuilding-wise. Or even characterisation-wise.
Like, we can agree that the super-old, ten times as powerful extra Earthbound Immortal had about as much setup as Black-Winged Dragon did (which is none), right?
(Also, what the hell is that thing. Was it too much to ask to at least stick with the visual theme of the other Earthbound Immortals??)
And don't get me started on the whole "Jack's solution to needing a strategy that doesn't rely on power is to get one that relies on even more power". Like. Bestie. I love you, but that's not how anything works. And while the concept of burning soul and everything is pretty cool and does go with Jack's character (he's the guy who doesn't know when to quit so having the power of the man who also did not give up despite overwhelming odds is neat), it just doesn't feel like something that goes organically with the rest of the signer lore.
(That said, I adore the narrative parallel of Yusei gaining a new power from the future while Jack gains one from the ancient past, and Yusei's being themed around a clear mind while Jack's is themed around an unwavering, burning soul that does not give up. Narrative symmetry, babeyyyyyy)
So yeah. Bit conflicted on this mini-arc. I love the drama and pizzazz, and think it fits Jack pretty well (and I do appreciate the brief return to magical bs VS sci-fi bs, tbh), there are just a lot of things here that confuse me. On a rewatch perhaps even more than the first time around. Not really feeling strongly enough about it to rant, though, so I guess in the end my reaction this time around goes something like this: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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WHEN YOU LAY YOUR HEAD ON THEIR SHOULDER
what’s it: fluff
sugar level: 0.5k
allergen warning/s: n/a
featuring: suna! iwaizumi! ushijima! semi! bokuto!
regulars: @hanayanetwork
bon appetit!
BOKUTO KOTARO:
the moment you lay your head on top of his shoulder for the very first time, he completely freezes up in both surprise - but a good surprise!! -, happiness - he's overjoyed that you feel so comfortable with him-, and simply because he didn't want to disrupt you. sure, he couldn't actually see your face in that position, but he knew that you looked as angelic as ever in that moment and why would he want to ruin that?? he's your boyfriend and if his shoulder for a pillow you want, then it's his shoulder for a pillow you get.
lowkey debating whether to whip out his phone and snap a picture of you 🥺🥺
SUNA RINTARO:
the moment you lay your head on his shoulder, he lays his head on top of yours nonchalantly. continuing to scroll on his phone or debating whether or not to post the hilarious photo he captured of atsumu during their high school reunion. the loves the fact that you were closer to each other - he's affectionate, but don't you dare let his teammates know - and it would be easier for him to show you memes he found funny. every now and then, whenever he does this, he'll turn his head so he'll be able to kiss your cheek which is the cutest thing ever.
SEMI EITA:
the moment you lay your head on his shoulder, he asks you if you're sleepy so you can sleep on his lap instead. he knew it was much more comfortable for you to be able to lean forward and hug him as you slept so he offered it to you. and he also knew how you loved to play with his hair as you drifted off to dreamland and having you face him while you slept would make that much, much easier. besides, it's not like he'd mind having you sit on his lap and being able to hold you in his big arms.
also eita singing to you while you try to go to sleep AAAAAAAAH
USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI:
the moment you lay your head on his shoulder, he doesn't seem to have much of a reaction. his usually stoic face remains, well, stoic. he doesn't even blink. but you, and only you (actually, maybe tendo too tbh), the person who is closest to him - in both a physical manner and in a mental/emotional manner - would be able to see his tells which were proof that internally, he was, in fact, freaking out. the way the sparkle in his intense olive eyes return and the oh so soft speckle of pink dusting his cheeks and if you were to hold his hands, it'd be cold and clammy.
IWAIZUMI HAJIME:
the moment you lay your head on his shoulder, he wraps his arm around your shoulder so you can snuggle into him further. he adores it when you he can feel your nose nuzzling into his neck and breathing in his perfume -- it smells not only musky, but also of iwaizumi and home, because home is where the heart is, and wherever hajime went, to tokyo for a major league basketball team, or to osaka for the msby black jackals, wherever iwaizumi had and will always carry your heart with him.
i get: reblog
you get: a balloon
do we have a deal?
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Uncle Nina Mental Health Check! How are you?
hi, angel. thank you for checking in; i really needed this today. <3
and before i dive in, i just wanted to say that the outpouring of love and support in my inbox for my fanfictions and my well being in general, now and always, is the closest thing i have felt to magic. :')
your sung praises and whispered well wishes comfort me ten million times more than cherry nyquil. you are more than medicine to me. every single one of you is proof to me that angels exist. i mean that.
every single time i get an ask message, regardless of what it is, it makes my bad days a hundred times better and pours sunlight into every shadowed part of my existence. thankyouthankyouthankyou.
i know it may not seem that way because i have so many asks in the box atm, but please, please know it has nothing to do with you and everything to do with me being extremely overwhelmed. </3
i'll go into that a little later, but again! thank you for wondering about me and here is how things on planet nina have been lately! xx
( also this got very, very, VERY long and i just used this basically as a stream of consciousness diary entry where i troubleshooted how i was feeling about writing atm. its very repetitive, runs in a circle and is all babble really, but if you enjoy my madman ramblings. here. <3 )
about a week ago, i travelled back home for the holidays to visit my family and it's been...very healing and restorative for me. i haven't been home in a very long time and i'm happy for the small change.
( also, small side-bar that might be overshare. if i seem extra nervous lately...i am having a sort of frightening go of being stalked by a man that i ghosted on a dating app for being scary/very weird with me. :( i've blocked four separate numbers of him aggressively messaging me, demanding to speak with me...i am...um...worried i may have to go to the police soon...it is a very stressful situation for me. :////
so, ahaha! if you don't hear from me! dox me and find me, pls! /hj
on top of that, i'm still navigating a breakup with my ex who is my best friend who sometimes accidentally still acts like my boyfriend. also dealing with my physical health, trying to figure out what i want to do in this big wild world and in the future, which is scary. but!
irl is messy sometimes and that's okay. everything will work out. <3 )
but back to the tides of change! and how that affects me!
for me, nuance and change is important and crucial to my wellbeing. unfortunately, i am a hermit crab girl and if you don't pull me out of the crevice, snipping and snapping, i will hide forever and collect algae and dust on the ocean floor, stuck in my hurt/comfort zone.
for me...writing in general...is my hurt/comfort zone.
it brings me immense and infinite joy that so many of you enjoy the things i write, the universes i've created, the characters i adapted, my creative visions, my run-on sentences, and of course...me. <3
( i will say, a lot of fanfic authors are more ~anonymous~ i just wanted to be more down to earth with all of you, but as we saw from me melting down over pep...i was not really made for lots of eyes on me so the mortifying ordeal of being known is a little scary. its dumb, but i really do hope you all find me friendly and pleasant. )
in that vein, as a stanley marsh girl, i am also a people pleaser, scared to let people down and as a kyle broflovski girl, i am terrified of failing and not doing my best at the thing i do all the time. which...is bad.
for my brain and my mental health, mostly.
i'm finding that i am getting extremely overwhelmed with writing again which...i cannot tell you how frustrating that is. but i often bite off more than i can chew because i love you all so much and i want to deliver you this thing that you deserve more than anyone :(
and because of my excitement and your excitement about my fics, it makes me want to put my work out, but it puts me in a position where i start to rush and panic and spiral out of control. this has nothing to do with you and everything to do with my bad brain.
i find my being overwhelmed often comes hand in horrible hand with giving myself a deadline, making a crazy promise, setting a goal i might not reach, writing as work and not as pleasure.
i'm finding this is happening with nanowrimo which i wanted so badly to be fun, but actually is stressing me out so badly because i'm racing against the clock, terrified i won't finish even though i promised. my mental/physical health is suffering again as well as the quality of my work which...as you guys know well...i do not like to put out lowqual.
i feel like i'm going too fast and kind of stuck in a perpetual panic. which as far as nanowrimo goes, i did write my post on the 5th and really didn't start writing until a couple days ago, so really i should be allowed to write until dec 10th but...also...
...why does it matter?
sorry, this is kind of becoming my deranged existensial jersey journal, but like why the fuck am i punishing myself for actually no reason???
really...who gives a flying fuck about nanowrimo?
tbh, i think its less about the challenge and more about the fact that i make promises to you guys that i can't keep, which makes me upset because that's so...whackadoodle to not follow through. ugh! </3
but i think i'm going to bin the deadline...for now. and write...slowly. and maybe not write today or really, until i feel calm and happy again.
because right now, i am writing dialogue on the fly that is just...so not planned or confident. i'm feeling insecure about things not making sense and there being plot holes and too much mess, idk. very ew.
so i think i'm going to take a little breakski again...
sigh. :///
it sucks a lot but also...i have to remind myself that not everyone is writing two seperate fanfics with several chapters/story to go, with every chapter featuring very extensive detail and like multiple different scenes, totallying up to anywhere between 10-20k which, i'm finding is a lot more than most people are writing in their updates.
i've gotten anons about it and i hear you...like you are correct, i really do not give myself enough slack, credit or kindness and i'm trying to break that cycle...your messages do a lot of that carrying, thank you.
one of the main things i'm going to try to do besides being slow and taking a super long time if i need it with no punishment is...i think i am exiting my nina formatting era?
...weird, right? for one it was very taxing, very stressful but also...while creative, i literally just think it's overstimulating and not that helpful? i still like the spacing, italics, occasional underline/strike but i really think the rest of my fanfics are going to be close to bare.
i want my writing to speak more. i think doing all that dramatic, dizzying stuff with the text was a crutch/phase i'm growing out of.
i know a lot of you liked it and i am sorry i am axeing her...but at the end of the day...it was something that was way too laborious for me.
but! i will be okay! i am okay, friends! thats one promise i will make!!!
i know this was long, but i like to be immersive and honest with you.
please know i am working on pep12 and rm6p1. but for quality purposes and because i want to put out something you deserve to read and i was happy writing...it will take however long it takes.
my fear is that i'll finally post and you'll all be bored. but your many asks say otherwise! you are all so cute! i love you! i know i seem mean or scary in my asks, but i promise it's all for teehee hahas and i am nice and not scary at all. i cry everytime i hear a loud noise. lmao. :)
with that said! do nice things for yourself. unwind. do not hold yourself to any standard. do only what nourishes you. listen to your heart body and soul. and know i support you 100% of the way.
i hate thanksgiving ( lame ass trick ass fuck ass colonizer holiday even tho all the food is dank, i am a candied yam queen ) but i hope you enjoy the togetherness part that underlies it. i hope you see your family. but remember that family is not just the people you are born with, but are the people that you choose.
also know that if you feel alone during this fall/wintry stan season, that you have me, always. all my dms and my heart are open to you.
on that note, i am thankful for all of you this year. thank you for taking care of me and in turn, reminding and teaching me to take care of myself. i'm going to try not to repeat history and take a breath.
thank you for reading and as always, from what harms or pains you, past, present or future, from the bottom of my cold, black heart...
i love you and i hope you heal,
-uncle nina
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