Toji fucking Fushiguro and the fact that he’d give you the meanest fucking backshots after you fight with him. This man is FILTHY, he spits in your mouth when you’re angry and making out with him, he’ll bite your bottom lip when you pull away to start yelling at him again and you’re probably hate fucking on the couch of all places. He’s MEAN. He’s degrading you the whole time talking about how you “probably just picking a fight to get dick you fuckin’ slut” he’s either got a fist full of your hair yanking you back into the prettiest lil arch OR he’s grabbed you by the throat telling you to shut the fuck up and take his dick like you know how (#needthat) his other hand is probably holding your hip the whole time, occasionally gripping (or spanking) your ass cus I just know he’s an ass man(he told me himself). Sometimes the hand holding your throat is grabbing at you boobs and pinching your nipples and shit.
Oh he edges you the whole time. You’re not coming once until he’s satisfied tha you’ve 1 learned your lesson 2 unable to speak or walk and 3 full of of his come, cause “why should he be denied? You’re the one being punished, you did this to yourself” (GAWD🤤) and the man has stamina so it could be HOURS before he lets you come.
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Can you tell I have a favorite..god I need him so BAD ARGGGHHHHHHHHHH
Putting you in trance is just a formality; we both know that if I hold your eyes and pitch my voice just right, my words slip straight into your pretty little head and become your reality.
So listen closely, sweetheart; I'll show you just how much power my words have.
Can I get spicy prompt 23 w father Anthony! Have a wonderful day 🫶🏻
Hope you like it! It was fun to write for a new character, (it's been a minute since I wrote something 😅) especially for my newest fixation. Also I have no idea how Catholic churches work so...sorry for any mistakes 😬
“You’re the only person I’d make an exception for. Count yourself lucky,” the words echoed in your head as you watched the last few stragglers hanging around the door talking and laughing, your leg bouncing with nerves and you once again wiped your damp palms on your skirt, before ducking back into the confessional booth.
The darkness was almost calming.
Allowing you to catch your breath and calm yourself before you ruined things before they even started. It seemed like an eternity before you heard the faint click of the massive doors shutting and then silence greeted you. You held your breath, unsure if you should walk out now and risk a loner drawing you into a reluctant conversation, and you grew lightheaded as your heart thundered in your chest. Your lungs burned from lack of air and you swore you saw spots before you heard someone delicately clear their throat. You nearly jumped out of your skin at the sudden sound.
"It's all clear, darling...unless you need the confessional?" a teasing voice spoke, the familiarity making you release your breath in relief, and you gingerly slipped outside.
Father Anthony Bridge stood leaning against a pew, a smile threatening to curl his lips, and his bright blue eyes crinkled at the corners as you huffed in annoyance.
"I am dating a priest. Not much I need to confess," you replied primly, heat rising in your face as his smirk grew into a full grin, but you immediately reached for his outstretched hand.
He pulled you close until you could feel his body heat and smell his spicy cologne that you bought him and you distracted yourself from his intense gaze by fidgeting with his collar.
"Well...I am almost certain that the priest needs time in the confessional for the thoughts running through his head during communion this morning," he quipped and your own grin twitched the corners of your mouth.
You remember the bedroom eyes you gave him as he placed the wafer on your outstretched tongue, how his long slender fingers trembled and lingered for a second too long by your mouth, and how those beautiful eyes darkened. Arms sneaking around your waist brought you back to the present and his words from earlier once more echoed in the back of your head.
"Are you sure we're alone?" you asked softly, glancing around nervously, and in answer you were pulled closer to him.
His lips found yours and you immediately melted against him. His kiss was soft and sweet, even his facial hair was nothing more than a soft caress against your skin, and you felt tension ease out of you until you were nearly limp in his arms.
"Don't think I forgot about our...conversation," he eventually whispered as he pulled away, leaving you dazed and giddy, and his words had your blood sizzling in your veins.
"Are you sure we won't be disturbed?" you asked breathlessly as your hands moved up to comb nervously through his perfectly styled hair.
"Now look who's nervous," Anthony teased while gently nudging his nose against yours followed by a swift kiss to your pouting lips.
"I just don't think I could forgive myself if we got caught....having...sex in your office," you said haltingly as your face burned.
This was a much easier conversation last night when you both were naked and in bed.
"We don't have to do this today, or ever, if you truly do not want to. I'm perfectly fine with taking you back home and ravishing you there," he said, a rakish smile in place, but his eyes were serious.
At the thought of him doing just that your mind was instantly made up. You started to drag him towards his office as he laughed at your sudden urgency.
"Can't wait that long," you said before pulling him closer to kiss while walking backwards into his office door.
"I want you inside me. Now," you murmured against his lips and his answering groan was all the encouragement you needed to fumble with the door blindly.
Not wanting to break the kiss for even a second to look at where you were going.
"You're going to be the death of me, you know that?" he muttered while reaching down to help you unlock the door, catching you before you fell through the doorway, and you smiled as he kicked the door shut firmly with his foot.
You both fumbled for the light switch, not once breaking apart, and the normally irritatingly bright lights that flooded the room suddenly seemed romantic. The sound of the lock clicking into place kickstarted your already pounding heart and your hands trembled as you tugged at his belt.
"I'll be the one dying if you don't get these pants off," you panted, finally leaning back to look down to loosen his belt, and you felt a surge of heat at the obvious tenting in his pants.
His lips met yours again, his hands pulling up your skirt while he pushed you back towards his desk, and you couldn't help but to smile. He leaned back just far enough to rest his forehead against your own, his nose bumping yours again as he caught his breath, and he made a small noise in question at your sudden smile.
"Who knew that a priest would lead me down the path of temptation?"
Don't know if I'll write the actual sex scene any time soon, but please consider Marge wearing French knickers, and reaching up under her dress to slip them off, and then climbing in Bucky's lap and using them to help jerk him off.
Meanwhile, Buck's watching from a chair, languid as all get out, asking Bucky if it feels good.
"Uh-huh," Bucky manages. His hands are at his sides, and he's still not entirely sure how he ended up here with these two in this particular position. Even though he's only two drinks in.
And Buck says, "Funny, you touch me all the time, but you don't wanna touch Marge?"
And Marge laughs when Bucky immediately slides his hands up her legs and over her butt. "There's my handsy John," she says. "Now, keep up with your reputation and get my clothes off, would you? I'd have Buck do it, but he promised I got you all to myself for this first time."
And Bucky's pretty sure he's gonna die, but holy shit, what a way to go.
Summary: Rush and Lacey have some fun in the bedroom, wondering what they could have got up to if Lacey was one of Rush’s undergrad students. Rushacey, a pure PWP little smutlet.
Rated: E
Student-Teacher Conference
“Do you ever think about what it would be like if I were one of your students?”
Rush drags his fingertips up Lacey’s bare back as he contemplates the question. They’re lying in her bed, sated and sleepy. Lacey’s friends can never quite believe that they got together in the end. She’s spent so much time complaining very vocally about how hard it is to be his TA and have him as a PhD supervisor, and how much of an arsehole he is.
What’s she’s only recently realised is that the antagonism between them was actually disguised sexual attraction, and since they started fucking instead of arguing, their partnership has been far more harmonious.
“You are one of my students,” he points out.
“Yeah, but there’s a big difference between PhD and undergrad. What if I were in Astrophysics 101 and I kept handing in papers late? Would we have ended up like this?”
“I doubt it. I might not balk at the age difference between us but the power balance between professor and undergrad is much bigger than between professor and TA. You’re faculty now, even if you are still studying.”
Lacey rolls her eyes.
“Let’s not get into power dynamics. I wish I’d never asked. Sometimes I wonder why I decided to become a physicist.”
“To defy all expectations.”
There’s a lot of truth in that. Looking at her in the street, Lacey knows that no-one would put her down as an AP honours student pursuing a doctorate. She has gone out of her way to prove that a girl can be a wild party animal who thoroughly enjoys sex whilst still enjoying learning just as much.
They lie in silence for a while, contemplating, until Lacey gets up on her knees, throwing the covers back and straddling Rush. His eyes narrow with desire as he looks up at her, and Lacey preens under his attention. She’s always been comfortable in her skin, and she made Rush’s eyes bug out of his head by answering her door buck naked this evening.
“So, back to the scenario,” she purrs, raking her fingers down his chest. “If I was your student and you needed to punish me for missing all my deadlines, what would you do? Take me over your knee and give me a good spanking?”
She takes his hands and brings them round to her backside. He gives her a light slap, then shakes his head.
“No, not my style.”
Lacey pouts. “Well, we’ll just have to think of something that is, then, won’t we? Surely you’ve got some kind of kinky student-teacher fantasies?”
“Hmm.” Rush closes his eyes as his hands rub circles on her thighs, getting closer and closer to her core. “I don’t know. Maybe…”
“Go on. I’ve told you all of my filthy fantasies.”
“We’ve acted out most of them.”
Lacey leans in and kisses him. “Fuck me over your desk?” she whispers. “Against one of your precious whiteboards?”
“Never. I’m not having my equations smudged on your boobs.” He pinches one of her nipples and a jolt of pleasure shoots straight down between her legs.
“Maybe something different? Princess Leia in a metal bikini? Some poor innocent alien slave girl on a distant planet who’s so grateful for her freedom that she gives you her virginity as a thank you?”
Rush raises an eyebrow. “We’ve come a long way from the student with the missing homework, here.”
“So? I’m just trying to get a fantasy out of you here.”
“So, let’s get back to where we started.” He takes her shoulders and turns them over, then indicates for her to roll onto her stomach. Lacey wriggles her bum, and she feels Rush’s hands come down and cup her cheeks.
“I can think of much better things to do with your arse than spank it,” he growls in her ear. “I may be persuaded to leniency if I can get better acquainted with it.” He drags a finger down between her cheeks and pets at her tight asshole. Lacey grins at him over her shoulder.
“Anal for an extension? I’ll take that deal. My ass if yours for the fucking, Professor.”
He reaches under the bed for her box of toys. Lacey swears that he nearly fainted when he saw it for the first time, but she’s managed to get him comfortable with some of her tamer items. He grabs lube and a butt plug, and Lacey knows that he’s going to take his time and really make this a night to remember.
He drizzles the lube down between her cheeks and begins to work gently at her asshole. There’s one thing to be said of Rush’s attention to detail in his work - it definitely spills over to into the bedroom. When one finger is pumping in and out easily, he gradually adds another, stretching her out until he can slide the plug inside. He slowly fucks her with the silicone until it pushes all the way in, and Lacey’s hips are shaking with the effort of not wriggling around with her arousal. Rush once described sex with her as attempting coitus with an overexcited octopus. She hears him chuckling as he goes to wash his hands.
“You really are desperate, aren’t you?”
“Fuck, yes.”
“Turn over, then. Let’s see what you’re made of.”
Lacey flops down onto her back, immediately changing the angle of the plug inside her, and she writhes on the sheets against it.
“Seriously? You’re making me do all the work?”
“This is punishment for your work being late,” Rush purrs. “Besides, I like watching you play with yourself. You’re bloody gorgeous with sticky fingers.”
Lacey hisses at him, because she just wants his cock in her Right Now, but she brought this predicament on herself by pushing him on the fantasy thing. Not that she’d really want to be in any other situation, of course, but Rush doesn’t need to know that. Maybe she can turn the tables on him.
She lets her legs loll open, parting her nether lips with one hand and showing off her sex, rubbing her clit as achingly slowly as she can bear and giving a guttural groan at the sensation. It takes the edge off her mounting arousal, but she can still feel herself clutching around nothing, needing something, anything inside her. She looks over at Rush; his cock is hard in his hand and he’s stroking it lazily, when really, he could be putting it inside her and solving both their problems in one go.
“Please,” she moans. “Please come here and fuck me.”
Although she knows that Rush has a great deal of willpower when he chooses to, evidently today it has deserted him as he crawls up the bed and settles himself between her legs, going in for a fierce, possessive kiss. Lacey pulls him in closer, digging her nails into his back.
“You are a greedy girl,” he says, his voice low and husky and betraying that his need is just as great as hers. “Needing both your holes filled up at the same time.”
“Yes, damn it, Nick, fuck me!”
He lines them up and presses inside her in one smooth stroke, and Lacey howls at the sensation of his cock and the butt plug together, stretching her in the best possible way and giving her a feeling of completion and pleasure unlike any she’s ever experienced before. They definitely need to do this again, if her brains haven’t blown out of her ears by the end of this.
“God, Lacey… I can feel the plug…”
He’s gone, coherent words beyond him, and Lacey shifts her hips, trying to get him to move. Finally, he obliges, his thrusts quick and desperate as the feel of the plug pushes them both on higher towards that peak. Lacey tumbles over it first with an unashamed scream, her inner walls clutching and fluttering around Rush’s cock and making him follow her over the edge just a moment later, cursing over and over as he spills deep inside her.
They’re both panting heavily as they come down from the high, their little roleplay forgotten in all of the heat and passion that’s been building over the last few minutes. Rush slips his softening cock out of her and rolls over with a groan, running a hand through his sweaty hair, and Lacey rolls over onto his chest.
“I’m gonna make you act out your fantasies more often if this is where it gets us,” she mumbles.
Rush gives a murmur of assent before running his hands down her back and gently working the plug out of her ass, stopping every time she twitches with an aftershock of pleasure.
“Yeah,” he says eventually. “I might be amenable to that.”
Arguing with Sukuna can end two ways, and hear me out,
Either, there is no arguing involved but you give him attitude cus you’re pissed off abt something he did or said, the millisecond that he gives you to process the amused look on his face isn’t enough for you to realize your mistake before he’s got you, on your knees, dick in mouth, he’s degrading you obviously, the man is mean. If we’re talking true form!Kuna he’s for sure either making you take both in your mouth or jerk the other one off, you don’t get to choose he chooses for you.
Oh he definitely teases too, “you were saying?” He’ll ask and the second you try answering he’s fucking your throat and tsk-ing at you abt “no talking with your mouth full.”
Or
He makes you cockwarm him, with no words involved, he doesn’t hold you down but the look on his eyes just dares you to try and run away. “If I wanted you squirming around I’d move you myself. Sit still.” He for sure playfully smacks your cheek before continuing whatever he was doing before you came in and started mouthing off.
Both options end with him fucking you dumb he might apologize later but for now he’s content to fix his favorites brats behavior.
