donât really like fics where the girl is sub, like,i wanna see men cry not bossing women around
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donât really like fics where the girl is sub, like,i wanna see men cry not bossing women around

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Sunday boy pussy. Female reader with male anatomy. Sunday pretends he hates lewd stuff while he gets fucked stupid by the readerâŚ
Thatâs it. Thatâs my request
" say cheese! " sunday x fem! reader . . . đđ poised stuck up brat boyfriend sunday says he's totally grossed out by inappropriate, only gets worse when his gf is a genuine freak! â semi-modern au pov but not rly specific!
warnings: nsfw of course, 18+ content ahead, reader's dick can be seen as strap (buuuuut ill still use the term 'dick/cock'), kind if bratty sunday (won't accept being reduced to a subby baby for his gf), kind of mommy kink (sorry i luv this w/ subby sunny), pussy eating, boy pussy sunday, dacryphilia when u squint, photo-taking...
wc: ~1.5k ; ctto @/sviteer on twt!
your boyfriend, sunday, always went out and told everybody who owned who in bed, who was more dominant, who was the one in control; of course he said it was him. and no one would expect less, plus he was clear about his perspective on... sex.
disgusting. gross. and obviously only for family purposes.
why would you want to do that all day? the humid atmosphere would be at an all time high, sweat would sneak through and seep into the air, why do you want to hear skin slapping against each other for hours and hours on end?
weird and loathsome people filled with lust only, obviously.
but you know everyone has secrets. even sunday you may ask? yes even boyfriend sunday who says sexual intercourse is the mere action to reproduce, that's all it will be. maybe.
the door handle rattles as the gray-headed young man heads inside your apartment, clearly mad and jealous about that other man you had to deal with for a group project. was it necessary that he had to be so insanely close to you for it? it's just a science project.
"baby, you know damn well i'd never cheat on you- are you insane?! we've been together sinceâ" you quickly got cut off, sunday rolling his eyes and snapping back "pretty girl it isn't you! i just... he shouldn't be so close to my girl, and it fucking sucks!" slamming his fist against the dining room table.
"you know very well too that only you can touch me like a sinner and love me like a saint, right? no one's taking that right from you, sweetheart." you cooed into the shell of his ear, bringing him a little closer by using your arm, sitting him down into a chair while you went around and took a seat beside him.
"yes, my love, i am aware. but that will not stop me from being jealous." he sighed and leaned his back against the wood, he was still very much so disheartened and frazzled; he wasn't mad at you, god he would never. he was mad at himself from not being able to look after you, he should've been there after seeing each and every red flag raise.
"then what can i do to make you a little less mad, sunny... i don't want you to be like this all night." you wrapped your arm around his, leaning on his shoulder, instinctively his head leans on yours.
well, there was only one way. a guilty pleasure, if you may.
Sitting on Tomura's lap with your arms wrapped loosely around his neck, resting your eyes with your head between his neck and shoulder as he lets out strings of quiet curses as his controller rapidly vibrates from the damage being done to his character. âTch ⌠these fucking sweats are so annoying âŚâ he mumbles before letting out a huff and rolling his eyes.
AU! - Lover Boy ŕžŕ˝˛ŕžŕ˝˛ŕžŕ˝˛ŕžŕ˝˛ŕžŕ˝˛ // ⢠fpp
Choso x Reader wc: 2390
"Is the science of positive psychology descriptive or prescriptive?" Reading off test prep material for my upcoming exams, Choso rests his chin atop of my head. Slouched on his bed with his back against the headboard, I sat between his legs leaning back on him with his laptop on my lap.
"In other words asking; are we trying to tell people how they should live." He nods, giving me a soft kiss to the crown of my head, "Psychology typically is descriptive. Psychologists are not telling people what choices they should make; merely just informing their clients about the known consequences of their choices."
Listening to my response, Choso types out my answer.
"Empirical research on conditions lead to different outcomes. However, it can certainly help people make more informed decisions."
"A good life for one person is not necessarily a good life for another." His soft raspy spoken words rumble out of his chest, vibrating on my back in a comforting manner.
I lean my head back and look up at him, "Descriptive?"
"Descriptive." He kisses my forehead, "good job, darling."
I smile at the loving, gentle man that I had the privilege to call my everything. Meeting at UTokyo in our shared psychology class our first semester, we were placed on a duo project together. It took a bit of time to warm up to one another but once we did we were practically inseparableâeven after our project. Our personalities seemed to work well together with Choso leaning more on the shy, introverted side while I was more of the open minded but knew and respected people's boundaries and opinions as long as it didn't involve shaming or harming others, kind of person. It didn't take long soon after to easily fall in love with him. By our second semester we were seeing one another more on a daily basis. He would wait for my class dismissal by our favorite meet up spot, always having my favorite sweet treat in hand.
Choso was on a semester break, taking time off to care for his younger siblings as he had graduated with a Psychology minor last semester. Soon to be returning to UTokyo for his Bachelor's of Science in Liberal Arts.
Always pushing me to study and strive in my field to even offering to tutor me whenever I felt left behind, he was there. I couldn't have asked for a more strong, loving, loyal boyfriend than the one sitting right behind me.
"Break time?" I ask with pleading eyes knowing it was one of his weaknesses. Choso smiles before shutting his laptop and setting it aside. Turning around I crawling onto his lap to which he instinctively wraps his arms around me.
"You're so pretty, Cho" I giggle seeing the pink tint of shyness dust on the apples of his cheeks. Caressing his cheek with the back of my hand, I trace his defined jawbone structure down to his lips, parting them slightly. The glimmer in his eyes watching mine graciously take in his features pulled at his heartstrings, "so very fucking pretty."
"Don't say things like that.." he hiccups at the compliment, his face burning from the blood rushing through his veins, "my face feels like it's on fire now."
I laugh at his adorable attempt to hide his face in the fabric of my shirt, "You know, it only makes you cuter trying to hide your face from me."
"I can't help itâespecially when you look at me like that."
"Can't I admire my boyfriend's handsome face?" I laugh even more.
Lifting his head back up, Choso silences my laugher by placing his lips on mine. The smile on my face growing with his antics.
The kiss only lasted for a few seconds but it was enough to make my head spin. His lips were soft with a lingering taste of iron to them. He had a bad habit of biting the skin on his lips whenever he was in deep concentration or in a new surrounding that he wasn't quite familiar with. Without knowing the proper escape routes to every building set in place, he would fall in to a panic. We are working on that, together.
Choso was strong minded in other aspects, finding a deep connection with the need to help others as he always had to step up and be the stronger older brother for his siblings. He may be a shy, anxious and shelled off man but once you get close to him, you get much more than that. A man who's in tuned with his emotions that isn't afraid of showing compassion or his monologue is such a turn on.
I slyly smirk lowering his hand down to the pit of my stomach, "You aren't the only one feeling like you're on fire."
"Are you hurt?" He questions, a bit worried of the state of my wellbeing. I had to cover my mouth to keep from laughing again until it dawned on him, "Ohh...uhm."
"This is why I love you." I chuckle, "seeing you get all flustered is such a sight to behold."
"What?"
"I said seeing youâ"
"No before that." Choso mutters, "that's the first time you've said those words.."
Before I could get another word out, his hands cup my face, "say it again.. please?"
Without hesitation I repeat the words he longed to hear, "I love you, Choso."
Confidently crashing his lips back on to mine, he holds the back of my head to deepen the kiss, furthering the fluttering sensation in my body, as if the oxytocin being released in to my bloodstream could make my heart combust from the sheer amount of euphoric energy pumping to it. I lean forward making him groan in to the kiss. Taking the chance I slip my tongue in which takes him by surprise but quickly adjusting to the new experience. Gently lowering him back so he was underneath me, our bodies pressed against one another with his hands gripping at my thighs. Arching my back to push my ass out further, his groans deepen as his dick hardens with the subtle friction. Pulling my lips from his I sit up and slip the shirt I wore off, tossing it to the ground.
Choso's eyes were on me the entire time, watching the way the soft material just slid right off exposing my breasts to the cool temperature in the room. Helping him do the same, I kiss the top of his shoulder blade in admiration. Reaching to touch me, I pin his arms above his head before his cold hands were able to make contact.
"Hm.." he grumbles.
"Your hands are cold." I giggle glancing down at him. The view from which I held was of an erotic film or book. A shirtless Choso with his wrists held above him followed by a pouting glare. It was certainly a view I could get used to.
"Baby, can I try something?" I ask, his eyes filled with wonder at what I was about to ask or do for that matter.
"As long as it's not pegging."
"Darn." I pout playfully, "Would you let me tie your wrists above your head?"
The question seemed to make him second guess at the idea but his cock pulsed at the thought of being able to see her on top of him, riding him till he filled her full of himself. He ponders on the matter before nodding slightly, "If it makes you happy then I will do anything."
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Searching for something to bind his wrists, he laid there patiently for what's to come. Watching me scatter through his closet I stumble across a deep crimson red necktie.
Tying the end of the tie to the headboard, I feel his cold fingers brush underneath my breast sending goosebumps down my spine.
"And here I was thinking you're doing such a good job waiting patiently." I mock, a small smile tugs at his lips.
I tie his wrists with the remaining end making sure it wasn't overly tight to not restrict blood flow. He watches intently, his eyes shifting from my breasts that were inches from him to the working of my hands as I tied the soft fabric in to a knot. Shifting uncomfortably at the painful erection in his pants, he bucks his hips to get any form of friction.
Smiling at my work, I see him struggling as he shifts around. Walking to the end of the bed, he stares lovingly at the sight. I crawl my way over to him and stop at the hem of his jeans. His heart pounded against his chest seeing the lewd gesture. Kissing his exposed hip down to his pubic region, he already struggles against the binds.
Lifting his hips make it easier, I pull down his jeans along with his briefs to mid thigh level. Choso breathes out heavily at the relief he felt once his cock sprung free.
Sensitive to the touch, he leans his head back when he senses my warm tongue lick the vein that wrapped around his girth. Jolting when I took him in to my mouth, he lets out a breathless moan. Sticking my tongue out I take as much of him as I could while my tongue lapped at the base of his cock, coating his balls with my saliva. His legs tremble, cursing at himself under his breath on why he so eagerly gave in to the idea of bondage.
"Please.. if you keep going I'll cum soon."
Stroking his cock in my hands I give the tip a light 'pop' leaving him pulling at the restraints, "Just getting it nice and slick, lover boy."
Lifting his head seeing me going to pull off my skirt he grunts, "leave it on, please."
"Do you like it on me?" He nods, "have you imagined fucking me in a skirt before, is that why?" Confident in my wordplay I climb over him.
"Yes." He stutters, leaning in to my touch when I reach to brush the hair out of his eyes. I kiss him which he reciprocates. Pulling my underwear to the side, I grab a hold of his cock that twitched at contact, grinding against the warmth between my legs as I guide him in. Watching his cock slide in to me he lets out a noise that made me throb around it.
He whimpered.
Keeping myself steady while I rode him, I threw my head back releasing sounds of pleasure myself. His soft whimpers only fueling my desires to keep going just so I could hear it again and again.
Hearing a man be vocal is hot. The thought of having him so vulnerable that he cries out in pleasure while you ride him is better than any wordplay, position or action they could use.
"I need to touch you" he whimpers out, "to hold and kiss you..please."
As soon as I untied his hands, Choso immediately sits up hooking his arm around my waist to hold me still, using the other to hold us up thrusting faster to his liking, kissing me to silence the loud cries that came out.
Laying me down on my stomach, he arches my back leaving soft sweet kisses. Like a flip of a switch, it was me pleading and squirming to have him back inside of me. The wetness between my legs now daring to drip down my legs.
"Beg for it."
My eyes widen at the cockiness he suddenly gained. Choso lifts up my skirt, practically ripping off my underwear. His fingers sweep against my slick, a groan escaping his chest.
"Your pussy is so wet for me, darling. I could cum with just the thought of knowing I get you like this."
He raises his fingers up to his lips, licking the wetness off them, "you taste better than I've imagined."
"Cho, please." I moan in to the pillow that smelled just like him, the faint scent of amber and cardamom, "I need to feel you inside of me"
"Anything for you, my love."
Thrusting his cock back in has us both moan at the sensation. Riding him my cunt felt full but with this position I felt every inch.
Being the thoughtful gentleman that he is, he placed a pillow underneath my hips to help with any discomfort. The sweet gesture filled my heart with happiness.
Giving my ass a light squeeze, he rocks his hips slowly just to tease me. I push back against him to try and lead but he smacks my ass, holding me down. I moan at the stinging.
"Did I say you could move?"
"No..."
Soothing the spot he smacked he thrusts a little harder, "Fuck, you're taking me so well at this angle. Can you feel me deep inside of you, darling?"
I could, his cock was hitting the right spot every time he stroked back in to me. I nod unable to speak since he quickens his pace. His heavy breathing laced with grunts is what had me gripping the sheets beneath us.
"I love you" he moans out, "I love you so fucking much. Cum for me, y/n."
My head was spinning and my legs felt weak. Plopping down on the bed, he pulls me back up, shoving his cock roughly inside of me causing tears to well up in my eyes. The sensation was too much but it felt divine.
"Cum, now." He demands.
My moans catch in my throat, winded as my orgasm came crashing down. Choso whimpered loudly at the intense pressure. His hand reaches for my shoulder, ramming his cock into me a few more times before shuddering at midst of his own orgasm.
Resting his forehead against the back of my head, he pulls out when he feels me come down from the high. Laying next to me, he wraps his arms over my limp body.
A light blush staining his cheeks, "I uh.. didn't hurt you, right?" I giggle and shake my head.
"No. But it's nice to know you have a rough side."
"I've seen the things you read." I look up at him with a face that screams 'say sike right now', Choso sneers.
"Choso!"
"Oh now you scream my name."
ἍáĄ.
hi!! I love your writings, I was wondering if you could do a sub zuko fic where the reader edges him? If you donât mind ofc :D
UH YES I CAN (i was waiting for someone to request my boyf - i love you!!!!) and i'm sorry it took so long for me to replyyyyy, you're so sweet whoever you are i feel so bad đ
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sub! Fire Lord Zuko x fem!dom! reader
(no anatomy described for reader, referred to as "pretty girl")
all characters are 18+
cw: edging (obvi), teasing, punishment type thing, nipple play, masochism (kinda⌠zuko rec.), tying zuko to a chair, zuko doesnât actually get to cum in the fic (oops), begging, ball gag
507 words
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Zuko was a tease. All day he had been teasing you and to be honest, it was working. Stretching so his shirt lifted up, âaccidentallyâ bumping into you from behind (TWICE), putting his hand on your thigh when you were having dinner with your guysâ friends and family. He never stopped.
âWhat are you doing?â you whispered in his ear after you felt his hand drift further and further up your leg. All he did was smirk at you and turn back to his friends, he must be on something if he thinks that heâs going to get away with teasing you all day.
So, here he was. Naked, his ankles tied to the legs of his throne and his wrists tied to his throne arms. Squirming and writhing under your gentle touches up and down his body. Ball gag in his mouth to keep him quiet.
âDo you regret your choices yet, Zuko?â you ask him teasingly as he glared down at you, as you were on your knees, embarrassed on how much your slight touches were affecting him, meekly shaking his head no and smirking up at you. âDonât worryâŚâ you pinch his nipple, making his back arch from pain, âIâll make sure you will.â
You trace your fingertip around his tip, wincing at the feeling of your nail on his sensitive head. You let out a menacing chuckle, basking in the feeling of power this boy gave you with how at mercy he was for you. You take out the gag to hear the pathetic boy's once-muffled pleas.
âPlease⌠just touch meâŚâ he whispers out gently. You couldnât help but blush as you felt yourself get aroused at his weak begs. Of course, you couldnât tell him this or heâd start getting confident. âYouâll sit there quietly and take what I give you, okay?â you say, to which he looks down defeated and stays quiet.
Startling him, you start to pump his dick quickly, so quickly that he doesnât have enough time to adapt. He squirms under the new intensity, âslow down! slow- Iâm gonna cum!â he blurts out, you stop. âNo youâre not.â you say and smile at him innocently. "SHIT. No no no no pleaseeeee don't do this, I need it, need it so bad, pretty girl, please." You smile at how desperate he is, tracing your fingertips up and down his thighs to keep teasing him.
You repeated this process a few times, jerking him off and stopping once he got close. At this point, he was begging for mercy, squirming and writhing around as to try and finally cum, you were about to let him too. That was until you heard a pounding at the door and a shout, "Lord Zuko! Are you there? It is time for your meeting with the other Leaders in 10 minutes!" You chuckle at the unfortunate timing and start untying the ropes, "Well, go on then, Fire Lord. Your city awaits you," you mock.
Let's just say he didn't speak much during the meeting.

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angels I wrote another blurb!!!this oneâs longer tho!! hope you enjoy!!!
warnings: smut, bondage, domreader, switch reader, sub x reader, fem reader, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), i think thatâs all
hii can i request sub!toga x reader headcanons (:
Sub!Toga Headcannons!!
SORRY If this isn't what you expected!!! but thank you so much for leaving the request <33
Sub!Toga who is completely shamless when it comes to you.
Sub!Toga who is very touch deprived, she will be by tou constantly wanting affection and attention.
Sub!Toga who is super clingy ofc, loves holding your hand, cuddling, nuzzling you, just loves having her hands on you
Sub!Toga who is horrified that youâll think of her as weird so she constantly needs your validation and reassurance
Sub!Toga who's her fangs ache so she needs to chew on shit, whether its your arm or random objects
Sub!Toga who loves watching vampire movies because they remind her of her quirk .
Sub!Toga who bites you a lot, rarely never draw blood unless she has your permission
Sub!Toga who is obsessed with pleasing you. sheâs constantly looking for ways to make you happy, dressing a certain way you like, acting how you prefer, she just loves your approval.
Sub!Toga who is jealous but obedient. she dosent hide her jealousy but wonât lash out unless given permission.
please expect random,
âdo you still want me?ââs from her.
she canât help but doubt you truly love someone like her.
Sub!Toga who is loves it went you put her place.
Sub!Toga who asks permission for EVERYTHING
Sub!Toga who is obsessed with your scent, sheâll sniff your clothes when youâre away, shower with your body care, spray herself in your aroma, she loves it. You smell tender and sweet to her.
âGods arenât called upon, rather, they are made. They are made with blood and tears and the strain of muscles; bones crushed under the feet of the first âhereticâ prophet to preach your gospel. Gods are made in battle, in the solace of the night skies, or, in your case at least, in the obsession of one human; your prophet, with you as their muse.â
God!reader x m! or gn!worshipper