#dual stimulation toy

[s0dium]

YOU'RE A PERVERT!!!

/ˈpərˌvərt/

a person whose sexual behavior is regarded as abnormal and lewd

Synopsis: How perverted are JJK men? What are their perverted tendencies?

Characters: Gojo, Geto, Sukuna, Choso Warnings: Voyeurism, Gojo uses a vibrator on you in public, cockwarming, fantasizing, public sex, dub-con, male masturbation, mating press, begging, blindfolding and restraining, breeding

Gojo Satoru

7/10 on the pervert scale

This man is full of kinks and thinks about sex quite often.

His kinks aren't necessarily abnormal but he can be obsessive

Has sniffed your panties and used them to jack off

A shameless pervert

Would be into blindfolding

The rich man he would invest in some toys and is a fiend with them

"Shit." You mumble under your breath, biting your lip to prevent any more sounds from bubbling up.

As you sit in the glossy, high-ceilinged conference room surrounded by the austere faces of the Jujutsu Society high-ups, you keep your head down, staring desperately at the floor as the toy inside you buzzes against your clit and your gspot. It's fucking unbearable. Across the table, Gojo sits, the picture of nonchalance with his trademark blindfold, his lips curving into a barely-there smirk that only you can decipher.

The vibrations of the toy are slow, most certainly on the lowest setting which you are almost thankful for. The sensation is like warm sunlight filtering through a window, gentle yet insistent. The dual stimulation of your clit and gspot has you practically gasping for air, it is delicious, slow, and not enough, not what your body is starting to crave. You can feel the thrum of pleasure at the tips of your fingers and toes, then spirals inward, igniting every nerve ending with a whisper of pleasure. The warmth expands, filling you to the brim, making your breath hitch unexpectedly.

Around the table, the meeting drones on, a background hum to the electric thrill dancing under your skin. You shift in your seat, trying to contain the heat that Gojo’s toy stirs within you. Under the table, he is most certainly playing with the remote, circling the buttons that could at any moment lead you to your doom. How did he even get you to do this in the first place? Each brush of your clothes against your skin turns into a caress, intensifying the sensations that you desperately try to mask.

The more you squirm, the wider Gojo's smile grows, though it never reaches his eyes, which are focused intently on you, enjoying the scene he orchestrates from across the room.

Your face flushes a deeper shade of red with each passing second, a silent plea for respite mingling with the fear of being discovered. The heat pools at the pit of your stomach, waves of pleasure cascading through you in relentless pulses. You clench your hands under the table, nails digging into your palm to anchor yourself to reality, to the droning voices discussing projections and quarterly returns.

But Gojo is relentless, you can practically hear the click of the remote that speeds up the toy inside you. You immediately jolt as if you have been electrocuted and you cross your legs to try and tame the ticklish pleasure coursing through you like a tidal wave.

"Everything ok Y/n?" Someone from across the room asks, and you feel everyone's gaze turn to you.

Before you can muster up the strength to say anything, Gojo cuts in.

"Oh she's fine. Just excited to be here isn't that right?"

Geto Suguru

6/10 on the pervert scale

Geto prides himself on keeping his composure intact.

But the man has so sick fantasies roaming around in his head

Behind a kind smile and hazle eyes he is mentally tearing away your clothes and fucking you on the desk you are sitting behind

Totally acts on these thoughts. Eventually he will find a way

Doesn't really care about what others think of him, which makes him very bold

He is less of a pervert and more of a "sex lover" if that makes sense

"Stay still baby, dont want anyone getting ideas do you?" Geto coos into your ear and you have to bite the inside of your cheek to stop your self from moaning. Thank god you wore a long skirt today because if it was any shorter you were sure everyone would know you weren't just sitting on your boyfriend's lap. No, you where impaled on his dick.

You glance around, your cheeks heating up as you catch a few curious stares from nearby moviegoers. Geto seems unfazed, his focus calmly fixed on the screen ahead. You can feel your body instinctively squeeze around his length, desperately yearning for friction, but two big hands keep you secured on his lap preventing you from moving.

Geto's presence is both arousing and disconcerting as you try to focus on the movie, hyper-aware of every shift and breath. As the room darkens with the film's start, you attempt to blend into the dim anonymity, hoping the engulfing shadows hide your flushed face and the flutter in your chest.

Suddenly, Geto slightly bucks into you, so his fat tip presses against the part of you that you only dream about reaching with your fingers. As the waves of pleasure gently cascade through you, you press your lips tightly together, restraining any sound that threatens to escape. You force yourself to remain utterly still, despite the overwhelming sensations of his large member that tempt you to move. The restraint heightens every tingling sensation, each pulse becoming more pronounced, more insistent. Your fingers curl into the fabric of your skirt beneath you, gripping tightly as you focus on the subtlest of movements—a breath, a slight shift—that could betray the intensity of your experience. The stillness becomes a challenge, a game of control where every fiber of your being is acutely aware, and every small victory in maintaining composure amplifies the pleasure silently swirling within.

"Doing so well baby, you sure you can keep this up?" Geto mummurs into your ear, nibbling on the skin of your lobe.

Choso

7/10 and for very good reason

Listen, the man has never experienced intimacy before.

So when he experiences sex for the first time, oh boy, choso is down for the count

he wants to try it all, do it all with you, to you

He's the type to think about stealing your panties or is tempted to look up your skirt but reprimands himself for it

"Come on baby just keep your legs on my shoulders. Can you do that for me?" Choso's breath is hot against your ear. "F-fuck please" he says through a groan. If you weren't so fucked out of your mind you would think that he was actually begging. And you were right. Choso swears his isn't a whimpering man but here he is, voice cracking from the vice grip your cunt  

You are too dumb to reply, only spurting outcries and whines about how good he was fucking you. Choso snapped his hips so fast that everything seemed like a dream, the bed was shaking immensely with the headboard banging on the wall and you were losing your mind from the friction of his dick against your walls. How long have you been in this mating press? How many times have you cummed? How many times has he cummed in you?

"Wanna fuck you every day,"  he grunts out, pumping into you, the length and level of his arousal brutal. "fuck fuck fuck," Choso swears, as he brings a hand to the back of your head and presses your lips onto his. Your so dazed you practically drool into the kiss, letting him entangle his tongue with yours until spit smeared on either side of your lips. He doesn’t slow the movement for a second as he kisses you, giving you full, hard thrusts, your breasts bouncing from the brutality.

Suddenly, it hits you. Like an ignition of fire your brain goes white and you feel yourself ascend to euphoria.

“You gonna cum baby?" he coos into your hear, pressing light kisses on the hollow of your neck. "fuck, cum for me baby, please, cum on me."  Choso's hand flew between your bodies to rapidly rub your clit back and forth, hurtling you towards your orgasm. Your pussy tightens so hard around his cock that he nearly has to stop his thrusts. Your mouth grows lax as you feel yourself splitting in two, coming with his cock buried deep inside you. 

“That’s it,” He fucks you through your orgasm, pouring every ounce of his strength into chasing his own high. His thrusts became sloppy, hips stuttering before he stilled his hips flushed against yours, burying himself in your creamy cunny.

“Fuck fuck fuck FUCK!”

Sukuna Ryomen

This is difficult, sukuna is not much of a pervert as he is a sadist.

So on the sadist scale, he is a 10/10 and the correlation with pervertedness would also be a 10/10 because of the wild things he does to you

He just loves to see you embarrassed and degraded. If that means fucking you in public so be it. If that means cumming on your panties and making you wear them so bit it

There isnt much he isnt open to (unfortunately)

You feel dizzy.

The soft fabric presses gently against your eyelids, urging them to remain closed. With your sight stolen away, your world narrows, funneling your awareness to the heightened sensations that begin to bloom from your core.

You whine at the feeling, squirming at the sensation of sukuna's fingers massaging your gspot. His pace his maddening, every curl of his fingers is so slow and exact, so much so your muscles tremble from the pleasure.

"Faster, faster please" you mewl, and you don't even need sight to know that there is a devilish grin on Sukuna's tattooed face.

"You feel good dont you? Poor thing." Sukuna chuckles.

The material encircling your wrists is smooth, almost silky, tying your hands behind you leaving them free to roam but only so far. As the pleasure builds, coiling tightly within you, the lack of sight only deepens the mystery and intensity of each contact, each sensation. You're adrift in a sea of touch and sound, each wave crashing over you with more pleasure than the last.

"So pretty, I love it when you're desperate, god," Sukuna groans and he leans in close so you can feel his breath against your ear. "You're making me so hard baby."

Your hips buck up when you feel the pace of his fingers quicken. The fiction is delicious and his digits fill you so much better than your small ones ever could.

"Want me to fuck you?" Sukuna purrs and you desperately nod in response making him chuckle. "Look at you, of course you do."

[cursedyuri]

a blurb in which ellie’s a sex shop worker you’re becoming very, very well-acquainted with <3

18+ mdni! shoo!

you’re on the verge of what would be your most earth-shattering orgasm to date when your vibrator betrays you.

your naked body, painted with a thin layer of sweat, sprawls over the wrinkled sheets of your bed, the damp fabric clinging to your skin as you gasp for breath. you’re working the vibrator over your slick folds, through the creamy spend of your previous orgasm, and every sensation below your waist is pure ecstasy. it hasn’t taken long to bring you right back to the edge - your back arches of its own accord, your eyes squeezing shut as a flurry of daydreams passes through your head.

all of them, it turns out, involve the very person who’d sold you the vibrator buzzing between your legs. ellie.

her hands on your hips, your ass, your throat. her mouth on your neck, her tongue on your clit. you can almost feel the warm puffs of breath she’d huff down at you as she fucked you, splitting you open with her strap and leaving you empty-headed and spent.

the mental images alone are enough to send you reeling, and right as you’re about to pass the threshold into the white-hot, blinding pleasure of another orgasm, the persistent hum of your vibrator abruptly cuts off.

you could throw up. you could cry. you could exercise sound logic and just charge the damn thing, but instead of any of the above, you find yourself rummaging through your drawers for whatever clothes you can find. sweats and a band tee, a mismatched pair of socks. nothing else.

ellie’s behind the counter again when you pull the door open. the shrill chirp of the entrance sensors draws her eyes to you, and you’re unsurprised to find her smoking a cigarette, body huddled over the edge of the counter. her brows lift in surprise when she sees you.

“back already?” she asks, putting out her cig leisurely. “must’ve gone really well. or maybe really poorly?“

you don’t miss the way her eyes roam over your figure, lingering on your chest; you’re not wearing a bra, and the peaks of your nipples are visible beneath the thin fabric. your back straightens.

“it died.”

“oh,” ellie says. “did you… charge it?”

“no, i wanted to—i thought maybe i could try something else.” you chew at your lower lip, casting a glance at the wall of toys from which ellie had plucked your vibrating bullet the first time you’d come here. you turn back to ellie just in time to see something dark glimmer in her eyes. she nods.

��yeah, of course. think you’re ready for something more intense? c’mon.” she nods her head towards the toy section, her auburn hair cascading over her shoulder. you follow her and watch as she surveys the wall of toys, the sheer volume of packages just as overwhelming as last time. ellie reaches out for a hot pink box, shiny lettering spelling out Boss Lady across the top. you grimace.

“what kind of name is that for a sex toy?” you quip, reaching for the package. ellie snatches it out of reach.

“ah-ah, sweetheart, don’t doubt the Boss Lady. she packs quite the punch.”

“really, now?” you ask, cocking a brow. “you know from experience?”

ellie just smiles, dimples in her cheeks. “if the name is just too cringy for you, we can find something else. but i recommend her—i think you’ll have lots of fun with her.”

“okay, fine. you pulled my leg.” you reach for the box again, and ellie lets you grab it this time, her gaze on you as you flip the package over and read through some of the metallic pink text adorning the back. the only rabbit vibrator you’ll ever need, it reads. powerful dual stimulation will keep you satisfied!

it occurs to you then, as you follow ellie to the register and dig in your pockets for some cash, that you should probably be embarrassed. here you are, a week after your first ever vibrator purchase, ready to fork over some hard-earned cash for a second one—one with a questionable name, no less. your cheeks warm as ellie regards you from the other side of the register, the heels of her hands pressed to the counter. there’s a knowing look on her face, her lips curled into the faintest hint of a smirk, that dark look from earlier still dancing in her eyes.

god, she probably thinks you’re a sex addict. she totally thinks you’re a sex addict.

“is it weird that i’m back so soon?” you ask, before you can think to filter yourself. ellie’s brows knit together in confusion.

“huh? no, no, not at all—we have plenty of regulars, you know.” she types something into the register, eyes still fixed on you. “i’d say it’s weirder that you’re here at two in the morning.”

you blink. “two?”

“two twenty-one, to be precise.” ellie nods at the clock on the wall, the hour, minute, and second hands made of three different flesh-toned penis cutouts. “but hey, i get it. your vibrator died.”

you clear your throat. “how much do i owe you?”

“hm. well…” ellie drums her fingers on the cash wrap’s countertop. “i’m feeling generous tonight. answer one question for me, and Boss Lady is yours for free.”

“i’m awful at trivia,” you confess.

“trivia? jesus.” ellie barks a surprised laugh. “i’m not—it’s not trivia.”

narrowing your eyes, you shuffle up to the counter and nod. “okay, fine. ask away.”

ellie moves in closer, too, head dipping ever so slightly to allow her to peer down at you. it takes everything in you to keep your eyes from lingering over her frame and drinking in every inch of her: the bold lines of her forearm tattoo, the burn-holes in the collar of her shirt, the faint kiss of freckles on the bridge of her nose. but while you attempt to reign in your wandering gaze, ellie doesn’t hold back. she takes her time looking you over. bites the plush, pink swell of her lower lip.

then: “what were you thinking about?”

“huh?”

“earlier, when you were touching yourself. before the vibrator died. what were you thinking about?”

“that’s your question?” you chew on the inside of your cheek. embarrassment roils in your stomach; she has to know that, while your body writhed in the center of your mattress, cunt twitching and gushing, you’d been thinking of her.

ellie smirks. “you don’t need to answer if you don’t want to.”

“no, it’s… it’s okay,” you murmur. your palms are clammy and you force your gaze to Boss Lady, waiting patiently on the counter for her chance to help you see god. “i was thinking about, um… you, actually.”

you’re still staring at the gaudy pink package on the counter, hands squeezed into fists at your side. you can feel the half-moon indents of your nails digging into your palms, and just as the silence stretches a bit too long for your comfort, ellie laughs.

it’s a wicked thing, a biting sound. all self-satisfaction and enthrallment. you dare to steal a glance at her, and she’s grinning like a maniac, her cheeks tinged the prettiest shade of red.

“can i tell you something?” she asks, stuffing a hand into her pocket and pulling out a wad of cash. her fingers glide over the cash register, clicking at a few buttons, and she slides the money into each respective slot before pushing the drawer closed with a satisfying click. “i’ve been touching myself to the thought of you, too.”

mouth going dry, you gawk at ellie like she’s got four heads; she simply beams at you like she didn’t just admit that she’s thought about you with her hand between her legs. she leans over the counter, one strong hand reaching towards you to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“you seem nervous,” she says.

“i’m—i don’t…” you trail off, cheeks positively flaming.

“tell you what,” ellie begins, retracting her hand. she moves back from the counter and crosses her arms over her chest. your eyes flicker over the whorls of ink that decorate her skin, biceps flexed just so; your cunt throbs. “you can go now, if you want. i won’t stop you.”

“or,” she says, voice dipping low, husky, “you can lock that front door, and i can show you how much fun you can have with your new toy.”

she reaches a hand out and taps the box for emphasis, and you’re struck by how at ease she seems. how comfortable she is with your mutual attraction and the opportunity to act on it. it lights a fire in you, one that engulfs every last trace of doubt.

you lock the front door, of course.

[hitoshitoshi]

Telekinesis [Caleb x Fem!Reader 18+]

Summary:

Caleb bullies you for hours with his cock.

Or

Caleb puts his Telekinesis Evol to use.

Word Count: 1.3k words.

Tags: Inappropriate use of Evol, Power Dynamics, Consensual Sex, Dom/Sub, Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Oral Sex, Deepthroating

“Ah, ah, ah, Pipsqueak, don’t even think about it.”

Caleb was so mean — the meanest of the mean. You would think that someone who was part of the Deepspace Aviation Administration would be more put together outside of his work, but you were dead wrong. Because here Caleb was, leaning back on his gaming chair playing games online with his friends, headphones in, with a handsome smirk on his face as he was beating the other team round after round. And where were you? On his lap round after round.

Caleb replied to you, his voice brimming with a hint of condescension, masked with innocence and concern, "Well, Pipsqueak, it's not like you've been moving at all these past few hours. I've been doing that for you so you wouldn't get tired. I wouldn't ever let my darling Pipsqueak ever tire herself out." Caleb pressed his cheek against yours, his breath tickling your ear as he continued, "Plus, I want my Pipsqueak to feel good, yeah? You're gonna feel good for me?"

Your brain was already mush 3 hours ago, 10 rounds in, unable to think a single coherent thought as all you did was just moan and nod in agreement to Caleb's words. You always loved it when Caleb made you feel good. You always wanted to be good for Caleb. You just had to.

Caleb smirked as he gave you one last look before resuming his game, "That's my girl, Pipsqueak, just let your Caleb do all the work".

"Caleb," you whimpered out with your lips against Caleb's neck, tears were in your eyes with copious amounts of cum dripping from your spent pussy, your body moving up and down on his cock as though you were some doll. Well, you were, since Caleb was using his Telekinesis Evol to turn you into his cocksleeve— you looked pathetically ravishing. Just like how Caleb liked you to be. Caleb was so sweet to you outside of bed, yet he was the biggest bully ever in bed.

And you loved it. You loved it when Caleb would be like this to you — you loved being his toy. You loved it when he took control of your body and just let you feel. You loved how he could easily lift you up with his Evol so that only the tip of his cock was still in your pussy, and you loved it when he would drop you back down on his cock so that he would fill you up, so very deeply.

The contrast between the gentle caress of his cheek against yours and the relentless pounding of his cock inside you was driving you wild. Your overstimulated nerves sang with each thrust, each drop, each fill. Your walls clenched around him, milking his cock, your body responding even as your mind floated in a haze of pleasure.

"Look at you, Pipsqueak," Caleb murmured, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down your spine. "So full of my cum, yet still so hungry for more. Aren't you greedy?" His words were punctuated by a particularly deep thrust that had you seeing stars.

You tried to respond, but all that came out was a breathy whimper. Your fingers weakly clutched at his shoulders, not being able to do anything as you were drunk on his cock. Caleb chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest and into yours.

"Can't even speak, can you? That's okay, Pipsqueak. Your body tells me everything I need to know." His hand snaked between your bodies, finding your swollen clit with unerring accuracy. The touch was almost too much, your oversensitive clit throbbing under his long fingers. As Caleb continued to use his Evol to move you on his cock, his fingers worked your clit in tandem. The dual stimulation had you teetering on the edge of another orgasm, your fifteenth? Twentieth? You'd lost count hours ago.

"Come on, Pipsqueak," Caleb urged, his voice strained with his own approaching climax. "One more for me. I know you can do it. Be a good girl and come on my cock." His words, combined with the relentless stimulation, pushed you over the edge. Your vision whited out as pleasure crashed over you in waves, your body convulsing in Caleb's arms. You felt him follow you over the edge, his cock pulsing inside you, adding to the flood of cum already filling you. As you came down from your high, completely limp as you collapsed right on top of him, Caleb's Evol gently lifted you off his cock. You whimpered at the loss, feeling empty and bereft. But Caleb wasn't done with you yet.

"Shh, Pipsqueak," he soothed, his hand stroking your hair. "We're not finished. I think it's time we put that pretty mouth of yours to work, don't you?"

Your eyes widened at Caleb's words, a mixture of anticipation and exhaustion coursing through your body. Despite your fatigue, the thought of tasting him, of pleasing him further, sent a thrill down your spine. Caleb's Evol gently maneuvered you, positioning you between his legs. Your face was level with his still-hard cock, glistening with the mixture of your combined fluids. The musky scent of sex filled your nostrils, making your mouth water involuntarily.

"Open up, Pipsqueak," Caleb commanded softly, his hand tangling in your hair.

You obeyed without hesitation, your lips parting as Caleb guided his cock into your mouth. The familiar weight on your tongue, the salty-bitter taste of your mingled cum, had you moaning around him.

"That's it, Pipsqueak," Caleb groaned, his head falling back against the back of his chair. "Use that pretty little tongue of yours. Clean your Caleb up nice and good."

Your tongue swirled around his shaft, lapping up drop of cum on Caleb's cock — peppering sweet and soft kisses on his cock in between kitten-licks. Despite your exhaustion, you found yourself eagerly sucking and licking, driven by an insatiable desire to please him.

Caleb's Evol came into play once more, controlling the bobbing of your head on his cock. The pace was slow at first, allowing you to adjust, but soon picked up speed. Your eyes watered as he hit the back of your throat, but you relaxed into it, letting him use your mouth as thoroughly as he had used your pussy.

"Fuck, Pipsqueak," Caleb panted, his grip tightening in your hair. "You're so good for me. Such a perfect little cocksleeve, aren't you? First your pussy, now your mouth. I bet you'd let me use every hole if I wanted to, wouldn't you?"

You hummed in agreement around his cock, the vibrations causing Caleb to buck his hips, driving himself deeper into your throat. Tears streamed down your cheeks, but they were tears of pleasure, of overwhelming sensation.

Caleb's other hand came to rest on your cheek, his thumb wiping away a stray tear. "Look at me, Pipsqueak," he commanded softly. You raised your eyes to meet his, seeing the mixture of lust and affection in his gaze. "That's my girl. So beautiful with your lips stretched around my cock." Caleb's Evol increased the pace, fucking your mouth faster and deeper. You could feel him swelling on your tongue, and knew he was close to another release. Your own arousal built again, your neglected pussy clenching around nothing.

"Gonna cum, Pipsqueak," Caleb warned, his voice strained. "You're going to swallow it all, aren't you? Be a good girl and don't waste a drop."

Moments later, Caleb's cock pulsed in your mouth, flooding it with his cum. You swallowed eagerly, your throat working to take every drop just as he'd commanded. The taste, the feeling of him using you so thoroughly, pushed you over the edge into another unexpected orgasm — you came untouched. As the last waves of pleasure subsided, Caleb gently withdrew from your mouth. Caleb's Evol lifted you once more, moving you to in his arms as he cradling you against his chest.

"Such a good girl for me," Caleb murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "My perfect little Pipsqueak."

A/N: No beta, no proofread, just horny. I just want Caleb to come home.

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[hoshifighting]

kinda want reader to pound dino post concert with all his make-up smudged into the mattress until he's gasping and whimpering barely keeping his eyes focused with how good it feels.. all his charm reduced to just little "u-huh's" as he falls apart on reader's strap 😵‍💫😵‍💫

pounding dino after concert

WARNINGS: smut, anal (m. receiving), male bottom!chan, fem top!reader, dirty talk, praising, body fluids (cum), prostate stimulation.

chan’s face is flushed, his eyeliner smudged all to hell, black streaks dragging under his eyes and over his cheekbones like he’s a masterpiece halfway ruined. he’s panting, chest rising and falling as you push him face down into the hotel bed. “thought you were tired,” you tease, voice low and syrupy sweet, fingers trailing down his the middle of his back until it reaches his coccyx.

“m’ not—no—ah!”

you laugh, leaning down to nip at the nape of his neck. “that all you got, pretty boy?”

he whimpers, and you could live off that sound. it’s breathy and desperate, like he’s holding onto whatever pride he’s got left, but it’s slipping through his fingers, fast.

when you rock your hips forward, burying your strap deeper, rubbing his prostate, he loses it. his head drops, face pressed into the mattress, muffling the little gasps and moans spilling out of him like he doesn’t know how to keep quiet.

“ah—uh-huh—ah, fuck—” his voice cracks, high and shaky, and you can’t help but grin, biting down on your bottom lip.

“you’re so fucking cute,” you murmur, fingers digging into his hips to pull him back against you. his body trembles under your touch, muscles tensing before relaxing into you, like he’s giving in completely. “my sweet little mess.”

he tries to respond, but all that comes out is a broken whine, his hands clutching at the sheets. his eyeliner’s smeared all over the pillowcase, his lip gloss long gone, but he’s glowing, sweat-slicked and gorgeous.

“you’re so good for me,” you breathe, leaning down to kiss the shell of his ear, nipping lightly before pulling back. “taking so well, baby boy. think you can give me one more? just one more, yeah?”

he nods frantically, though his movements are jerky and uncoordinated. “y-yeah—fuck, yes—please!”

“that’s my boy,” you purr, gripping his hips tighter, already feeling him tense up again as you start to move.

the bed creaks harsh, every slick-slick sound echoes, loud and obscene, and it’s driving you insane how fucking wet and lubbed his hole is.

chan’s cheeks are burning, his head tilted back as he chokes out another whimper, trembling under your grip. your free hand trails up his back, following the curve of his spine before grabbing a fistful of his hair. “does it feel good, baby? having me stretch you open like this?”

he tries to answer, but it’s useless. the words get caught in his throat, and instead, he chokes on his own spit, gasping as his body jolts when you grind the toy deeper. “oh, poor little thing,” you coo, tugging his hair back to force his head up. his glassy eyes meet yours in the mirror at the headboard, his lips parted and trembling, eyeliner smudged so bad it looks like he’s been crying. maybe he has. you press the tip of the toy right against that swollen prostate inside him, rocking your hips in slow, deep circles that make him sob. “there it is,” you breathe, watching the way his body arches, his knee trembling harshly on the matress as he whines. “you feel that, baby? right there? tell me how it feels.”

“s-so good—fuck!”

your hand snakes down to wrap around his cock, slick with his own precum and twitching in your palm. the moment you start stroking him in time with your thrusts, he falls apart.

“oh my god—ah, fuck, fuckfuckfu—” his voice is wrecked, each word tumbling out like it’s dragged from the depths of his soul. his body jerks, overwhelmed by the dual sensations, and you don’t let up, squeezing him.

“such a good boy, aren’t you?”

he nods frantically, but it’s not enough for you. you tug on his hair, making him whimper, and hiss, “use your words, chan.”

“y-yes! yes, i’m—i’m good, i’m so good for you—”

the slick-slick of the lube gets louder, the wet noises mixing with his broken little cries. “you’re close?” you murmur, squeezing his cock in your hand and thumbing over the tip just to watch him squirm.

“y-yeah—so close—please, i—fuck, please—” he bsbbles.

you smirk, dragging your lips down the side of his neck, sucking a mark into his skin. “then be a good boy and come for me, channie.”

it only takes a few more strokes, a few more deep thrusts, and he’s gone, head thrown back as he cries out, his whole body shaking as he spills over your hand. you don’t stop, fucking him through it, drawing out every last tremor until he’s nothing but a panting, boneless mess beneath you.

“such a good baby boy,” you murmur again, kissing the top of his head as he collapses into the mattress, his breath hitching with little aftershocks. your fingers stroke over his damp hair, soothing him as he slowly comes down. “you did so well, baby.”

he doesn’t respond, just hums softly, involuntary, his lips curling into the faintest, most satisfied smile you’ve ever seen.

[chvoswxtch]

on the sixth day of slutmas, court gave to me...

lessons in cunnilingus with derek morgan & spencer reid

Derek lazily traced circles around your aching clit with the tip of his tongue before gliding it back and forth like a languid metronome. When he wrapped his lips around it in faint suction, a strike of lightning in your core made your thighs tremor, and he chuckled deeply in his chest before pulling back, making you whine in frustration.

“See, pretty boy? Can’t learn that in a textbook. You gotta pay attention to the body’s cues. It’s like profiling, but with your tongue.”

“Is it better clockwise or counter clockwise?”

When Derek told you he wanted to use you as an example to teach Spencer how to eat pussy, you’d been a willing volunteer. But so far the fantasy you’d concocted in your head about getting eaten out by two men at the same time was just that; a fantasy. Derek was being a tease on purpose, and Spencer was being…well, Spencer. Analytical as ever, even with your naked body on the bed in front of him.

“For fucks sake, it doesn’t matter. Just do it.”

Derek’s lips spread into an amused grin when you grabbed a fistful of Spencer’s unruly curls and tugged his face towards your glistening cunt. Your patience had worn thin, and you just needed something, anything, or you were gonna lose your mind. Spencer had let out a faint whimper when you pulled his hair, but he seemed to like it as much as you did, because the good doctor began practicing everything he’d been soaking up eagerly for the past twenty minutes.

“Tell him how it feels, baby girl.”

Derek’s smooth command scratched something in your brain that had you immediately obeying.

“Feels good, Spence. Feels really-oh fuck…”

Spencer moaned against your pussy as his soft lips suckled on your needy clit. He noticed that you’d reacted more strongly when Derek did that versus everything else. His hypothesis was confirmed by the way you arched your back and tugged more urgently at his hair, earning another soft whimper from him. He was rutting against the mattress to grant himself some relief, the stimulation to his painfully hard cock making him eat you out that much more fervently, creating a delectable cycle of hedonism. 

Derek guided one of Spencer’s hands towards the swell of your breast.

“Play with her tits, she likes that.”

Spencer immediately obeyed, brushing his thumb over the hardened nub of your nipple before starting to toy with it. The dual stimulation of Spencer playing with your nipples while eating you out simultaneously made your moans grow louder as you rocked your hips against Spencer’s face greedily. Derek laid down on the bed beside you and grabbed your other breast, giving it a squeeze before he leaned in to flick his tongue over your sensitive nipple and started to suck on it. Your body had never experienced so much stimulation at once, and in a matter of minutes, you were reduced to a boneless puddle of bliss as you came hard on Spencer’s pretty face.

Derek chuckled as he released your nipple from his mouth with a soft pop.

“Well baby, how’d he do?”

“He can add another PhD to his collection.”

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[hitomisuzuya]

Hello!!

Maybe sextoys shop worker scara v2??😋

Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Sex toys. Fingering. Scara receiving for a bit. Degradation. Modern AU

😳 Smut written not sober. I always love writing smut with sex toys.

Scaramouche smirked as he pressed the vibrating bullet on your clit. Your hips rocked up to feel further friction of the toy, soft moans and whimpers escaping you. You always kept eye contact with him, except for when your eyes rolled into the back of your head from pleasure.

He slowly rubbed the bullet around on your clit, feeling it slid easily from how wet you were getting. He turned up the setting on the toy, your moans rising in octave as the pleasure of the vibration increased. Your clit throbbed agonizingly under it, making you grind more needier against it.

"Ha, I wouldn't even have to move this toy and you would still fuck yourself on it like a whore," You only moaned louder hearing his degradation. He massaged the bullet around your clit a few moments more before he moved away to rub it on your nipples, giving your clit a wet smack when you whimpered in protest.

Scaramouche enjoyed his line of work, and enjoyed using toys on you. He got to control every modicum of pleasure, his eyes drinking in every twitch of your body. The way your eyes looked glassy from the haze of pleasure, growing more desperate with the need to cum, the look of sheer adoration for him welling in them.

Your sensitive nipples hardened. Labored, quick gasps of pleasure bleeding into your moans as your cunt clenched around nothing. He brought the bullet back to your clit, seeing you immediately melt as he flicked his tongue around your nipple. He teased the ball of his tongue piercing on it, pushing two fingers inside of you.

"So fucking wet," He groaned, scissoring your walls apart as he hooked his fingers into your sweet spot. He knew now you were well prepared for the next toy, and he could always make you cum with the bullet and his fingers later into the night.

"Sc-Scara," You moaned, and it sounded like a bratty whine to him. His cock throbbed knowing that the rabbit vibrator he'd carefully chosen would put you in your place.

You let out a shaky sigh when he teased the ears over your clit, your hips jerking up from the new stimulation. Your hands gripped the sheets, grinding against the ears. Slowly he inserted the toy, your back arching off the bed as it drug between your walls.

He turned on the thrusting setting, sitting back to stroke his cock while he watched you twitch and writhe. His cock ached knowing your cunt was clenching tight around the vibrator. He hissed as he massaged the flushed head of his cock. You were even rocking your hips up like it was his cock fucking into you.

You reached out to him with a shaky hand, intertwining your fingers with his when he took your hand. When Scaramouche used sex toys on you, it always made you twice as needy to touch him. He put a hand on the back of your head as you sat up to kiss him.

The intense feeling of connection sent him reeling.

His mouth swallowed each of your delicious moans and whines, his tongue demanding and dominant exploring your mouth. His lips lingered on yours when you pulled away, pumping his hand on his cock as you settled back down on the bed.

"Suck, whore," Scaramouche hissed, bringing his cock to push against your lips, smearing precum on them. Your tongue swept out to lick the precum on the head of his cock, vibrating a moan on it as you sucked.

The dual stimulation of the rabbit vibrator made your body twitch and ache with the need to cum, making you suck the head of Scaramouche's cock twice as eagerly.

Scaramouche turned up the setting on the vibrator, taking your mouth off his cock to hear the loud moan that bordered on a scream of pleasure tear from your throat. "Good girl," He purred, rolling your hardened nipples between the pads of his fingers, "scream for me while you cum."

[needycatboy]

nnmhm boys who seat you on your knees, a toy suctioned under you, so you're flush at the base of it, squirming but unable to move without their say-so. boys who smile and laugh a little when they drop to their knees beside you and hear you start whining for their attention. who kiss and lick up your chest just to watch you react to the dual stimulation. boys who give you something to clench and grind on while they test out a bunch of impact toys on you. who reach a teasing hand down to lightly rub your tcock, who take it away the moment you get too greedy and try rutting your hips into their fingers for more friction. who hold a vibrator to you until you come gasping into their shoulder, and don't lift it off until you beg prettily enough for the overstimulation to end.

[this post is about t4t faggotry. cishets and minors dni.]

[ariascoven]

⟡ PLAYING DANGEROUS

PAIRING : officer!alice wu-gulliver x reader

CONTENT / WARNINGS : established relationship. female reader. petnames (princess, angel, baby, sweetheart & love). porn without plot. top!alice. use of strap-on. pussy spanking. choking. praising. degradation and name-calling (whore & fuck toy). biting, marking and blood. orgasm denial. hair pulling.

WORD COUNT : 1.9k

A/N : what is it about a woman in uniform that makes me wanna bark? anyway, i do not apologize for anything! i want this woman to do things to me that would get me burnt at the stake 🫡 this was supposed to be posted way earlier but i kept being interrupted while writing and when i was finally done i decided to add an extra scene and make it longer (you're welcome).

MY MASTERLIST

Alice’s name came out of your mouth as a filthy moan while you brought your hand to her hair and pulled on her ponytail harshly. The action pulled a deep groan from her, and the sound made you throb. The rough grip she had on you bruised the sensitive flesh of your hips and made you whine — wether it was due to the pain, the pleasure, or both, you weren't sure. She ducked her head down and licked a thick stripe up your neck as she relentlessly pounded into you, squelching sounds filling the otherwise quiet living room. Your legs, wrapped around Alice’s waist to keep her close, trembled. Eyes fluttered shut and inner walls clenched around the thickness of the strap moving in and out of you. You looked up at the sight hovering above you through half lidded eyes. It felt heavenly and sinful all at once seeing your girlfriend's eyebrows furrowed in deep concentration and sweat dripping down her forehead from the effort of fucking you. You couldn't get enough of it.

The delicious sounds she made with each thrust somehow increased the wetness between your thighs, a light blush dusting your cheeks. No matter how many times you have sex, shyness will always wash over you at how embarrassingly soaked you get for her. However, Alice loved it more than anything. She grinned smugly at the needy whimpers escaping from your lips, hand reaching down between your bodies to rub your clit harshly, making you squeal. The dual stimulation made you see stars. Your hands released her ponytail and reached for the front of her police uniform — she came home in the middle of her shift after you sent her a picture that definitely should not be opened in public, especially at work. Your brain barely had any time to register the fact she was home before she pushed you down onto the couch and straddled you. “I can't believe you went to the station wearing—” Your words were cut off by a high pitched cry when a harsh slap landed on your sensitive cunt.

“Wearing the strap?” She panted with a raised brow, the sound of another slap falling upon your core echoing across the living room. “Well, I planned to surprise my girlfriend when I came home tonight,” her fingers wrapped around your throat and squeezed it. “But an unexpected change of plans happened.” You let out a depraved, filthy moan as she choked you, tipping your head back to allow her further access. “You’re nothing but a whore, aren't you?” Her voice is sultry, slightly breathless, and the degrading words made you clench around her. A part of you wished she could feel it — feel the effect she has on you, all of it. “You just love when I choke you, hm? Love when I spank this pretty pussy,” you proved her point when your eyes rolled back into your head when she gave you another slap. “Love when I fuck you hard, don't you, princess?” You were completely cock-drunk, unable to form any coherent thoughts. She hummed in approval when you nodded in agreement, so weak you barely moved. “Such a perfect fuck toy. You're doing so well for me, angel.”

The mix of degradation and praise that dripped from her lips drove you insane every single time, you loved it more than words could describe. The grip of your legs around her waist tightened as your hands shifted to her back. She groaned, feeling the way your hands slid down, scratching her. The fabric of her shirt was no obstacle for your long nails, which left a crimson trail behind. She loved it when you marked her, but she loved marking you even more. Your heart thumped against your chest as you noticed the look in her eyes — you’ve seen it multiple times. Pure possessiveness. You knew what was going through her head even without any words being exchanged. “Alice, please…” you begged her, voice restrained as you found it difficult to speak with her hand around your neck so tightly. She raised an eyebrow as she waited for you to complete your sentence, but the grin on her face told you she knew exactly what you wanted, she just wanted to hear you say it. “Bite me.”

You let out a sigh when she released the grip on your neck, shivers running down your spine when her fingertips trailed along the red finger marks on the sensitive skin, her breath fanning across your face as she leaned down. “You look so gorgeous like this, baby,” she kissed you tenderly, a wild contrast from the way her cock drove into you and seemingly stole your breath with each hard thrust. “Marked up, all mine.” She muttered against your lips as she broke the kiss. Her eyes scanned you as if memorizing your features — the blissful and needy expression on your face. She started nipping on your neck, hands still squeezing the curve of your hips painfully. Your eyes snapped shut, mouth falling open in a silent moan when she sank her teeth into you. The whole situation made you feel dizzy and weak; the moans you let out were a sign you were getting close. “You don't get to cum yet, love.” You opened your mouth in a failed attempt to protest, but the words caught in your throat the moment she bit down on you even harder — so hard you felt blood dripping down your neck and making your head spin.

“God, every little part of you tastes like heaven,” she groaned, licking the droplets of blood that fell from the wound she made. “Even your blood.” You never expected to like pain this much, but something about Alice made you crave it. You craved her hands on you, roughly grabbing and squeezing in all the right places. It was like a drug, and you were addicted. Knuckles turned white due to the force you held onto her shirt with, body undulating as you neared the edge. You wanted to cum — desperately needed to cum. And here come the tears, prickling in the corner of your eyes at the feeling of Alice being so deep inside you, hitting that sensitive spot over and over again at the same time she licked the teeth marks on your neck to soothe the pain just to attack the sensitive, sore flesh once more. She kept going and going until she felt satisfied with her work, pulling back with a proud grin on her face to stare at the masterpiece she made — your neck was a red mess, courtesy of her mouth and your own blood, decorated with teeth marks and hickeys. When she noticed the tears streaming down your face, her expression softened ever-so-slightly.

“You wanna cum, sweetheart?” Her voice softened as she asked the question, bringing a hand to wipe your tears away. You continued crying in frustration as you nodded frantically, a pathetic sob coming out of you. “Soon.” You whimpered in frustration at how she denied your pleasure and pulled out of you. “On your fours for me, princess.” With shaky hands, you turned over, struggling a bit to get on your fours on top of the small couch. Alice held onto your hips once more, pulling you close. The way she slowly dragged her cock along your slit and tapped it against your swollen clit elicited a loud moan from you as you pushed back against her. She was teasing you, fingers sliding through your soaked folds and gathering your wetness. Your mouth opened almost on its own when she tapped her fingers against your bottom lip. “Good girl.” She praised, breathing out as you wrapped your lips around her digits. You groaned when you tasted yourself, tongue swirling around her. A whine fell from your lips as she pulled away with a satisfying pop, a pout forming on your lips. She chuckled, giving your ass a light squeeze. “You're a baby.”

Before you could even contemplate clapping back with a snarky response, she was inside you again, and somehow even faster than before. You held onto the couch for dear life, your body swayed with every thrust. “God, yes…” you slurred out, your ass earning another light squeeze. Your knees were struggling to hold you up, your body weakening more and more within every second that passed. You knew you wouldn't last long, even if you tried. When you peeked over your shoulder, a pout formed on your face at the sight you were greeted with — Alice, with that devilish grin of hers. She knew she was driving you crazy, and she enjoyed every second of your torture. She enjoyed watching you get all pathetic for her. You turned your head again, squealing in surprise when she grabbed your hair and pulled your head back. “Don't look away from me, baby. Watch me while I fuck you.” Your apology came out as a whisper, a groan escaping your lips when she released you. You turned your head and your gaze met hers. God, she did look amazing while she fucked you. Your eyes darted down to her uniform, something about it just made you incredibly hot. You bit your lip and she cocked her head to the side, raising an eyebrow. “Why do you like my uniform so much, hm?” You look back at her. “Or, what? You thought I wouldn't notice?”

How could she tease you at a moment like this? It drove you insane — in the good way and the bad way all at once. Your eyes rolled back in response to a particularly deep thrust. You tried to speak, but only incoherent blabber left your lips. “Now, cum for me, angel. Cum all over my cock.” Her voice took on a breathy tone as her hips stuttered. She leaned forward, her chest glued against your back. She rubbed her nose against your cheek in an affectionate gesture as she stopped squeezing your hips and started rubbing them instead, urging you on. A moan bordering on pornographic escaped deep within your chest as she gave you permission. A sinful chain of ‘Alice’s and ‘fuck’s left your mouth as your vision turned white, body convulsing as you rode the waves of pleasure that washed over you. She peppered soft, gentle kisses all over your face, tear-stained and flushed, as she fucked you through the aftershocks of your orgasm. “Good girl. You take my cock so well.” She praised as she slowed down the pace. You looked so fucked-out, she loved it.

It was only when you let out an exhale of relief that she stopped moving. However, she kept the cock buried inside you as she refused to pull out just yet; she enjoyed the closeness too much, the intimacy of the moment made her stomach flutter. “You’re… a fucking tease,” you gasped out, giving her a tired smile as your body slumped down onto the couch, completely spent. “And mean.” She carefully pulled out and turned you around to lay on your back. She leaned down to plant a kiss on your lips while her fingers caressed your hair. You let out a weak giggle. Alice did too. You enjoyed the sound of each other’s laughter as you rubbed your noses together, the sweet gesture being almost a post-sex ritual for you two. “I'm not mean.” She defended herself softly, kissing the tip of your nose before pulling herself off you. “But I gotta get back to work now.” You gave her a look and she shook her head with a chuckle.

“Don't worry, I'll have you on your knees all pretty for me when I come back tonight, love.”

[sturnioz]

confident!reader asking fratboy!matt to use her fave sex toys next time they fuck

my dumbass realised i read this wrong after writing it lol. i wrote confident!reader asking fratboy!matt to use her fave sex toy WHEN they fuck. oops. hope you still like it tho.

your mouth drops open, panting heavily, unable to steady your breathing as matt has you pinned beneath him, your knees pressed to your chest with your legs over his shoulders as he plows into you with a brutal but pleasing force.

his fingers are wrapped around your throat, his thumb pressing lightly into your skin to give you that thrill as your body jolts on the bed with each thrust, your choked moans and his grunts mixing in with the sounds of skin meeting skin.

"m-matt," you call out his name, watching as he raises his head from where he was once watching himself fuck you, dark gaze now meeting yours. "use the toy."

"use the toy?" matt smirks, rolling his tongue across his teeth as he teases. "what? am i not enough f'you?"

"shut up," you laugh, another breathy moan fleeting past your lips when he angles his hips, his mushroom tip repeatedly prodding against the sweet spot that has your toes curling, but you need another push, so you dig your acrylic nails into his biceps. "get it."

"a'ight.. put your claws away, kitty" matt clicks his tongue against his teeth with a tut, slowly down his moments as he leans back, reaching towards the nightstand and pulling open the draw to search what he was looking for — your small, silver vibrator.

you watch as matt switches on the toy before guiding the buzzing head to your clit, causing you to gasp out loud and arch your back, your walls clamping tighter around matt's cock in response.

"oh, fuuuck." you pant breathlessly, feeling the knot in your stomach tighten already just from the extra stimulation, your legs trembling against your chest as matt keeps one hand pressed down on the back of your thighs, ensuring that you remain squished.

"there we go... keep squeezin' around me like that," matt hums, his tongue poking out between his lips as he resumes his pace, rolling his hips forwards, fucking into you once again as he keeps the vibrator pressed to your clit. "this what you wanted?"

"uh-huh.." you moan with a nod of your head, your body writhing beneath him as the dual sensations of his cock plunging into you repeatedly and the vibrator buzzing against your sensitive clit sends wave after wave of pleasure coursing through your veins. "more."

matt tuts again, shaking his head down at you. "always makin' demands.. c'mon, kitty. where's your manners, hm?"

[moonsandmobilityaids-inactive]

James's Turn

Pairings: Poly!marauders x disabled!reader Summary: Remus and Sirius have been able to make you cum. It's James's turn. Warnings: Smut (piv) Series Masterlist

You are lying on the plush bed, enveloped by warmth and soft blankets. The firelight flickers, casting a soft glow through the room as the men move about, preparing for what is to come. Sirius has taken up a position in the armchair beside the hearth, his eyes gleaming with mischief and anticipation as he watches you and James.

Remus leans over you, his lips brushing against the curve of your shoulder. His fingertips trace a path down your chest, barely there touches that ground you, keeping your focus on him and not the nervous anticipation of what's to come.

James is at your side, his gaze intense and focused. He has watched Sirius, learned from his actions, and now it is his turn to show that he too can bring pleasure this way. He reaches for the lubricant, applying it carefully, taking his time because there is no rush. Not tonight. Tonight is about savouring, exploring, pushing boundaries but always with care and consent.

His hand moves between your thighs, his touch gentle yet firm. He slides two fingers inside you, slowly, always checking your reactions, making sure you're okay.

"Ready?" James' voice is low, almost a whisper, filled with excitement and a hint of nerves.

You nod, the butterflies in your stomach fluttering wildly. He leans down to capture your lips in a searing kiss, slow and deep, his tongue teasing yours in a tantalising dance that leaves you breathless. It's a reminder of his skill, of how well he knows your body and its responses. His kisses have always been like this—warm, confident, a silent promise that he is there for you, to guide you through uncharted territories of pleasure and sensation.

James moves back then, positioning himself between your spread legs, his arousal evident and ready. You can feel him at your entrance, slick with the lube he'd applied earlier, but he doesn't push inside just yet. Instead, he reaches for the suction toy, casting the same warming charm Sirius had used before. Carefully, he positions it against your clit, watching your face for any sign of discomfort.

The moment the toy starts, you gasp, your body arching slightly off the bed as the sensation hits you. It's intense, almost too much, but not quite crossing into the realm of pain. Your hands grip the sheets beneath you, knuckles white as you adjust to the combination of pressure and suction.

James regards you with dark eyes, the intensity of his gaze mirrored in the careful precision of his movements as he inches closer, the tip of him nudging against your entrance. He eases forward, entering you bit by bit until he's fully seated within your warmth. A low groan escapes him at the sensation, his body stiffening for a moment as he adjusts to the heat and tightness enveloping him.

You can feel the gentle pulse of the vibration spell he'd cast, not dissimilar to the one Sirius used earlier, yet somehow different when coupled with James' presence. The hum of it sends a wave of pleasure rippling through you, compounding with the ever-present suction toy to heighten the sensations coursing through your veins.

"Fuck," James breathes out, his head dropping forward, forehead resting on the curve of your shoulder. His hands grip your hips more tightly as he begins to move, each deliberate roll of his hips sending sparks of pleasure shooting up your spine. The dual stimulation from the vibrations and the suction toy work in tandem, your body responding eagerly to the assault of sensations. You feel yourself tighten around him involuntarily as he thrusts, the walls of reality blurring into nothingness as pleasure takes hold.

It's overwhelming—a tidal wave threatening to pull you under—and yet, you find yourself yearning for the release it promises. You can sense it building, a familiar pressure deep within that intensifies with every stroke, every pulse of the spell.

Remus's lips trail down the side of your neck, his breath hot and reassuring against your skin. "You're doing so well, love," he whispers, his hand gently cupping your breast. His thumb brushes over your nipple, a teasing contrast to the relentless pressure below.

His touch amplifies the sensations coursing through you, each caress carefully calculated not to push you over the edge too soon. You feel cherished under his ministrations, a stark reminder that their pleasure is linked to yours—not just from the physical act, but from witnessing your responses as well.

Sirius watches from his chair, one arm draped over its back, his body leaning forward slightly. His eyes remain fixed on James's movements, taking in every thrust, every subtle shift of his hips. The intensity of his gaze betrays more than mere voyeuristic interest—he's studying, learning what makes you unravel.

James's pace quickens, the sound of his heavy breathing joining the chorus of low moans and gasps. He grunts with effort, trying to maintain control even as his body urges him on. The feeling of him inside you, coupled with the unyielding pressure of the toy against your clit, is overwhelming.

You can feel the familiar tension coiling tighter within you, threatening to snap. You have low expectations, just in case last time was a fluke, but the signs are all there, building towards another inevitable peak.

"Fuck, you're perfect," James murmurs against your neck, his breath hot on your skin. "You feel so good."

His words, coupled with the warmth of his body and Remus's fingers teasing your nipple, send jolts of electricity through you. You can feel yourself trembling, teetering on the edge of release, and from the way James's movements become more frantic, he can sense it too.

"That's it, love," Remus whispers into your ear, his voice a soothing balm amidst the storm of sensation. "Just let go."

The rhythm of James's movements grows more frenzied, signalling his own impending release. His hips meet yours with fervour, the heat between you both reaching a fever pitch. The vibrations from the spell continue to dance across your skin, and each contact sends a shiver of pleasure through your body.

You're on the precipice now, every nerve ending alight with anticipation. A knot of tension has been building inside you, and as James gives one particularly hard thrust, it unravels completely. You gasp, your back arching off the bed as waves of ecstasy crash over you, leaving you breathless and quivering.

"James," you whisper, your voice barely audible over the pounding in your ears. Your muscles clench around him, drawing a deep groan from his lips.

James continues to move, his pace quickening as he reaches the precipice of his climax. His body tenses against yours, his breath hitching in his throat as pleasure courses through him. His hand moves to cradle your face, bringing you into a deep, fervent kiss just as he succumbs to the shuddering waves of his release.

He pulls away slightly, burying his face into the crook of your neck, his hot breath fanning over your skin as he lets out a low groan. You feel the warmth spreading within you as he empties himself, marking you as his own. The intensity of the moment lingers, his body still trembling from the aftershocks of pleasure.

The two of you lay entwined, both panting and shaking from the exertion. James slowly pulls out, his movements careful and deliberate as if he's afraid to break the spell that's been cast. He rolls onto his back, pulling you close against his side. His fingers trace lazy circles on your arm as he presses a soft kiss to your forehead.

Remus is already there, tending to you with gentle hands and softer words, cleaning you up while murmuring praise that sends warmth pooling in your chest.

Sirius moves to sit at the edge of the bed, his hand resting lightly on your ankle, thumb rubbing soothing circles. His gaze meets yours, a silent conversation held in the space between heartbeats. The corners of his mouth twitch upward in a smile that holds multitudes—pride, satisfaction, something deeper still.

"You're amazing," Sirius says, voice roughened by what he’s just watched. It's meant for you, but there's a teasing lilt to his tone, a playful jab at James who lays spent beside you.

James chuckles, the sound low and rumbling, vibrating through your skin where he presses against you. He leans over, lips brushing your forehead in a gentle kiss that belies the intensity of moments ago. "Told you I could do it."

There's no arrogance in his tone, just satisfaction—a job well done—and perhaps a touch of awe at the power you hold over them. It's a sentiment reflected in Sirius's gaze, the way his fingers trace lazy patterns on your skin, grounding you, reminding you that you're here, safe, surrounded by their warmth.

Your breath comes easier now, the tension in your muscles unravelling under their careful ministrations. You're spent, sated, the aftershocks of pleasure still humming along your nerves.

And in this moment, it's enough to simply exist—to be held by them, to share in their laughter and their triumphs, their trials and their joys. They are part of you, and you are part of them, woven together by threads of friendship and something deeper, something that defies definition.

For now, that's all you need.

[eroticdarling]

๋࣭ ⭑✶ THEIR FAVORITE POSITION.ᐟ

[ SEPARATELY PAIRING ] Fem!Reader x Shuji Hanma 𖹭 Kazutora Hanemiya 𖹭 Keisuke Baji 𖹭 Takashi Mitsuya 𖹭 Seishu Inui 𖹭

[ HEADCANON ] Tokyo Revengers characters and their favorite positions cause I said so

[ WARNINGS ] Links Included 𖹭 Anal Play 𖹭 Rough Sex 𖹭 Viginal Sex 𖹭 Nipple Play 𖹭 Marking 𖹭 Biting 𖹭 Teasing 𖹭 Deep Penetration 𖹭 Oral Sex 𖹭 Ass Smacking 𖹭 Soft Sex 𖹭 Soft Smut 𖹭 BDSM 𖹭 Dick Riding 𖹭 Begging 𖹭 Sex Toys 𖹭 Vanilla 𖹭 Hair Pulling 𖹭 Praise 𖹭 Counter Sex 𖹭 Shower Sex 𖹭 Doggy Style 𖹭 69 𖹭 Upstanding Citizen 𖹭 Flatiron 𖹭 Cowgirl 𖹭 Stand And Deliver 𖹭 Leap Frog 𖹭 Seashell 𖹭 Pretzel Dip 𖹭 Missionary 𖹭 Spooning 𖹭 Table Top 𖹭 Chairman 𖹭 Pinball 𖹭 Seated Wheelbarrow 𖹭

[ A/N ] I worked my ass off on this and tbh I wanted to do something like this for a while and add links cause I saw a few people do this about a month ago but I forgot to like it so I could give proper credit. This is a one-time-only thing cause I'm not putting myself through this hell again. Sorry besties.

「 Shuji Hanma 」

Doggy Style | 69 | Upstanding Citizen

If there's one sex position this man loves is the classic doggy style, the way you get on all fours while his upper body is draped over yours does something to him. He also loved that this sex position allowed him to have deep penetration and easier G-spot stimulation.

Another thing that Shuji found particularly enticing about the doggy-style position was the feeling of control he had over you and how he could use it to his advantage whenever he wanted. He often would tease you in this position or add to the stimulation by rubbing your clit or making you do it.

His second favorite position was the 69 position, he would lay down, flat on his back, and make you climb on top, so you facing away from his upper body. This position was one of the best for dual pleasure so you both could get a piece.

The easy access to your cunt and how he could see it was a beautiful sight for him. While you're sucking his dick while playing with his balls, he has one hand on your ass squeezing or smacking it while he's eating your pussy like a starved man with two fingers in your ass to increase the ecstasy.

Honestly, the upstanding citizen position was a turn-on for him when he felt like it. Don't get him wrong he loved this position but he would most likely use it in situations like when you both are in the shower and he finds it as an opportunity to do this or when he's standing up rock hard and then you playfully hop on him and straddle him, wrapping your legs around his body. One thing leads to another and now you're pinned on the nearest wall and holding onto him for support while he's fucking you senseless.

You both moved in perfect sync with one another, with pleasure and satisfaction washing over your bodies in every feeling. Shuji could visually see how he made you feel, he loved watching your face as you felt the overwhelming bliss while in this position. He loved hearing you moan and seeing your breathing become rapid.

𝑫𝒐𝒈𝒈𝒚 𝑺𝒕𝒚𝒍𝒆 ♡ ���𝒊𝒙-𝑵𝒊𝒏𝒆 ♡ 𝑼𝒑𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑪𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒛𝒆𝒏

「 Kazutora Hanemiya 」

Flatiron | Cowgirl | Stand and Deliver

Kazutora's first favorite position is the flatiron, laying you facedown on the bed, legs straight, hips slightly raised, creating a snug place for his cock kept him on his feet. One of the things he liked doing in this position was placing his hands on both sides of your hips, pressing them into the bed while thrusting so he could go deeper into you.

As he fucks you in this position he can't help but start biting on your shoulders and the back of your neck. His teeth sink into you while going at a slow pace that's driving you crazy. He's also calling you the sweetest nicknames in between the bites and thrusts letting you know he's all yours.

The Cowgirl was his second favorite because even though he liked being in control he loved it when you were. You would kneel on top, pushing off his chest and sliding up and down his thighs, Then leaning back and supporting yourself on his thighs.

By using this position you were able to delay his climax and intensify your own, which was something you enjoyed as much as he did. For extra intensity, you would bring your chests closer together by leaning forward, then taking the time to add some nipple play and neck kisses into the mix.

I feel like you could just simply imagine Kazu putting you in the stand-and-deliver position. He has you standing, bent over with your back arched at the waist, while he's behind you with a silky scarf that's already tying both of your hands together as he fucks into you, feeling how tight your walls are getting around his cock.

This position got you seeing stars as your tits hang and bounce up and down while he's going deeper into you. He's gonna put in a few ass smacks that'll leave burning marks and nine times out of ten he'll even lift your back a bit and put your arms in between his so you don't run and to keep you locked in. I also feel like he loves this position better in the shower because he often enjoys shower sex.

𝑭𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒓𝒐𝒏 ♡ 𝑪𝒐𝒘𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 ♡ 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑫𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓

「 Keisuke Baji 」

Leap Frog | The Seashell | Pretzel Dip

Keisuki loved the leapfrog position so badly that it was like he could do it every day if he wanted to. You get on your hands and knees like the doggy style but fully face down with your hips raised, basically being the face down ass up.

His hands grab your soft hips for more leverage while his thrusts are getting animalistic and your face is sinking into the pillow taking in all of your moans and cries begging him to slow down while gripping the sheets tightly trying to last long before getting pushed to your climax.

Now for the Seashell position, he would most likely have you lie back with your legs raised and your ankles crossed behind your head while he fucked you from a missionary position. I also feel like to tease you he would ride high by rubbing his pubic bone against your clitoris, or ride low by directly stimulating your G-spot with the head of his cock.

In this position, he had full control over you, and seeing how full and cock drunk you were would be sending him into a spiral. Your face and how your body responded to him would give him the power to keep going even if he already cums inside of you about three to four times.

The Pretzel Dip position plus Kei is something else because he's gonna be extra with it. He's already got you set up by laying you down on your side. Then, he kneels between your thick soft thighs, straddling your bottom leg. Your top leg then rests on one of his thighs for deep penetration and while he's fucking you he's also grabbing your face and forcing you to look at him so he can see you better.

And remember when I said he would do the extras? Well, this man would be into nipple play and using sex toys to add more stimulation. He's adding nipple clips into the mix or grabbing an ice cube and using it on your nipples while at the same time using anal beads and/or vibrators for your ass and clit. If he doesn't feel like using those then he'll simply use his fingers to circle your clit while two fingers are in your ass.

𝑳𝒆𝒂𝒑 𝑭𝒓𝒐𝒈 ♡ 𝑺𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒍 ♡ 𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒛𝒆𝒍 𝑫𝒊𝒑

「 Takashi Mitsuya 」

Missionary | Spooning | Table Top

I feel like Takashi would be into simple and Vanilla positions like Missionary for example. You're on your back, while he lies facedown on top giving you slow and sweet strokes. As he's thrusting and stuffing you mercilessly hitting all your pussy’s favorite spots he's whispering how good you feel with a sprinkle of neck kisses here and there.

He's also praising you, telling you how beautiful you look and how much he loves you, while he's trying not to be vocal but the feeling of him burying himself into your tight and aroused cunt made his dick twitch. It's hard for him to not melt when he's balls-deep in you and you're looking so stunning under him.

He more than likely loves the Spooning position when comes home from work at night and you're in the bed lying on your side on the phone, waiting for him. He would take a shower and only put his boxers on then get under the covers with you in the same position, facing the same direction, and bring your knees up slightly to align your ass with his pelvis. You're already naked so it's easier for him to just slip his underwear down and slide his aching cock into your cunt that was waiting for him to fill you up.

This was like a routine that you both loved and couldn't stop and as his chest made contact with your back his hands were gripping your hips with his nails digging into your soft skin. His thrusts were deep and if he wanted to go deeper then he would place his hands on your shoulders to increase the intensity.

You were the one who introduced him to the Table Top position and ever since then he's been addicted to it and uses it whenever he can. He would fuck you on the edge of a table, counter, bed, or any flat surface. He doesn't care, whatever is close to him he would pick you up by your ass and lay you down. Nine times out of ten if he's hungry for it he'll rip off your clothes and under clothes.

For example, Takashi grabs your ass and picks you up, making you wrap your legs around him. He goes to the island that divides the dining room and kitchen while hungrily kissing you also dipping his tongue in your mouth. He laid you down and instantly took your clothes off, leaving you naked, and started unbuttoning his pants. And before you knew it he had your legs down and placed your feet on his chest, in front of your shoulders snapping his hips into you at a rough pace. You writhed under him cause the pleasure you secretly yearned for was given to you.

𝑴𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒚 ♡ 𝑺𝒑𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 ♡ 𝑻𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝑻𝒐𝒑

「 Seishu Inui 」

Chairman | Pinball | Seated Wheelbarrow

Chairman is a simple position for you both and pretty easy, unlike his other favorite position. Seishu sits on the edge of the bed and you get on top of him but, face away. You leaned back on him, creating full body-to-body contact as he wrapped his arms around you and slowly thrust upward into you.

At first, he goes slow into you until you beg him to go fast and then you're bouncing up and down his dick. He's also the type of person to add in love bites and mark you on your neck or somewhere where it's visible so people know you're taken.

Seishu loved putting you in crazy positions and the Pinball was one of them. You get into a partial bridge position (like a pinball machine), with your weight resting on your shoulders, then he's fucking you from a kneeling position. He finds it enjoyable because depending on the angle of how he's thrusting into you it allows different kinds of stimulation, ranging from fast and intense, to slow and sensual.

He likes to stay in control and make sure that you're loving it just as much as he is. He enjoys hearing your moan and gasp as your arousal builds to a climax. He also liked grinding against your pelvic bone for more intensity and if you wanted more then he threw one of your legs up against your shoulder so he could go deeper into you.

Another crazy position he liked was the Seated Wheelbarrow, Inui is sitting at the edge of the bed, while you position yourself so your ass is in his lap. Then, you plant your hands firmly on the floor, stretching your legs out behind his waist and he's holding your thighs for support. When you both first did this he noticed that this position allowed him to rearrange your guts and since then he's been lowkey addicted to it.

The way you look in this position to him is intoxicating and the atmosphere is getting thick. He loves when your back is arched and your ass is on full display for him to pump two fingers in while his other hand is kneading your other cheek. What's even sweeter to him is how your ass bounces every time he rolls his hips into you and you're arms shaking, trying to keep holding yourself up. If your arms gave out on you then Seishu would pull you up and fuck you in a reverse Cowgirl position.

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒏 ♡ 𝑷𝒊𝒏𝒃𝒂𝒍𝒍 ♡ 𝑺𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒘

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𝐶𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠 ~𝑁𝑆𝐹𝑊 𝑉𝐸𝑅𝑆𝐼𝑂𝑁~

tw: fingering, use of a vibrator

he..kinda knew you've been a little anxious than usual lately so one day..

you were waiting for yet another adventure to end and once it did, you dashed to your room and look for your only outlet of stress..but it was gone. You were now silently panicking mumbling, "Oh no,no,no. What'd I do Caine? Was it because I didn't put all my effort into it? I promise I wi-"

"Looking for this my dear?"

You snapped your head around to the voice seeing no other than Caine holding your precious vibe, his fingers fidgeting with the ball-like tip. How the fuck did he get in your room? No, no time for questions, you wanted the relief now, the image of the set of dentures working his fingers inside of you actually sounds great too. After all, those hands did conjure up that toy..

"C-Caine, I need that, i've been really-" "overworked? I can see that. You usually would come and talk to me but im guessing it was for this contraption i conjured up for you." Caine explains still playing with the device. Not a surprise that he was this observant plus you thought that maybe he made it because he knew you liked him when you first entered the circus idk

caine's dual toned eyes scanned the room and since everyone has basically gone to their own quarters to do whatever, a discreet question popped into his head.

"Perhaps you would like me to be your stress reliever?" 👉👈 (he would do this as he asks the question) "Ah! Sh!t..yes." you winced as said question sent your face ablaze and an ache in your loins causing a sharp pain in between your legs. The ringleader approaches you as he puts the vibe down on your nightstand.

He scoops you up in his arms and in an instant pins you down to the mattress by your wrists as the ringleader gave you light literal love bites across your shoulders up to the nape of your neck, his hands slowly let go of your wrists as they languidly traveled down from your chest, shaping down your waist until they stop at the center of your thighs, rubbing your clit through your panties.

You couldn't lie though, Caine's hands are godly touching every crevice of your human form, and since he chose to be a tease, it's made you be a little more louder than usual. "Oh god Caine~please I-" you whine, your back arching from the stimulation. This was the perfect embellishment that Caine fantasized for a long time, it's like he's almost dreaming.

His free hand snaps as your vibrator appeared in his grasp as he replaces his hand with the vibe on the highest mode against your now sensitive nub, rubbing it in a circle, causing you to yelp at the sudden sensation. The pleasure was increasing by the minute and you were already praising his name for more but you couldn't make it out cause it felt so damn good.

"lovely sounds my dear~" the ringleader purrs, '' I've been hearing them ever since I gave you this..device..I would have stopped you but the name I heard you sing out one day--" "C-caine~..i'm gonna cum"

"Like that, yes. I must have made the right decision." his thumb turns off the vibe, you whine for the pleasure to come back until he discards your panties and quickly inserts two fingers into your wet,needy hole starting a fast thrusting pace. The intrusion was pure bliss as you threw your head back and rode out your orgasm on his hand, moaning your last string of curses.

Stress? Gone.

[lady-z-writes]

Sequel to this little post

[2/?]

Cw: smut (18+), fingering, dirty talk, mention of sex toys.

You hate to admit it but you feel sexy walking into this event, Butcher's arm around you, heat in your cheeks from the booze you drank in his car.

He'd muttered a, "just keeping face," as he grabbed your ass when the doorman took down your fake names.

It took everything in you not to kiss him then.

But he noticed you pulled into him just the slightest bit.

And that was both a curse and a blessing.

Made him wonder, really.

What - exactly - got you going?

Because the way your eyes lit up a little when you walked into this sex party, well, it was the thing of fantasies.

Made his gut tighten a bit.

And maybe he kept his hands on you - just because it felt good.

Every guest is handed a party favor; a little black bag with a little red ribbon. A little pink vibrator - some new dual stimulation toy they're peddling. Looks fun.

He can't help the deep chuckle as you peek inside. Your mouth drops. You look at him.

"Fancy a go? I'm a whiz with new toys."

You quip a, "is that so?" before you realize what you're doing and he's half-hard at the thought that maybe he'll get to play a little tonight.

A half-naked individual stops by with a tray of drinks, hands you one, moves on.

Butcher guides you into the over-the-top kitchen of this mansion, shoves you - hard - against the counter; his body pressing harsh against you, bending you at the waist. Hips pressed into you from behind, he leans forward, you with him, and guides your hand to pour the drink in the sink.

Hot breath against your neck, he tuts out, "eyes everywhere, luv. Can't be too careful. Gotta put on a good show for 'em." His mouth is on your neck and you can't help the gasp you let out. "And you know better than to drink anything they've given ya, aye?" You nod, understanding his move now. "Should punish ya for that one, I should."

A soft whimper leaves you and you're covering your mouth in an instant.

It's subtle, but he grinds his lower half against you. Barely. Not enough for him, but you're pretty sure he's hard.

"Ohh...you'd like that, wouldn't ya, doll? Ya want me to take you right here against this fuckin sink in this fuckin hoity toity mansion with all these freaks able to watch." His hands hover over your hips now, teasing toward your breasts but he still doesn't touch. "Bet you ain't even looked who else is in here, hm? Bet ya were too full of ol Butcher pressin ya into this marble to notice if anyone's behind us, sippin' champagne and finger fuckin' themselves wishing they was you right now."

You steal a glance over your shoulder and he fucking eats up the look on your face. Lust and curiosity and temptation.

A challenge.

And, fuuuck, if he ain't willing.

He's shocked when you press back and kiss him.

And then it's on.

The hunger erupts in him.

Earpiece out and pocketed, fuck the mission for a moment, he decides.

And he hoists you on the counter, watches you drop your glass in the sink, and you two are wrapped in each other so immediately he doesn't come up for air until he's red in the face.

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[conceptionsofconciousness]

Father seen through Astrology

*** The sun rules over the father in the horoscope. It is important to note aspects of planets can modify their nature. The sun the house is in can show added information pertaining to his character and role as a parent. *** How father may be perceived based on Sun in Sign placement

Sun in Aries The Sun is the significator of the Father and his general nature. Sun in Aries can show a father who was a very fiery spirit. In a sense, he may have been very childlike, either for better or worse. He could of been a great friend growing up, but the relationship may of suffered if he had a lack of maturity. Passion and inspiration may have poured out of his character. He was most likely very pioneering, adventurous, very independent, and loved to prove his worth. A competitive approach most likely was how he lived his life. The father could have always pursued something new and exciting. Sports or activities pitting his worth against others may have been a hobby. He may have also been in the military or taken on the battles of playing the hero. He may have excelled at working in emergency situations. Proving his worth as a parent was probably important to him and he may have loved to play the hero towards a child. Unfortunately, he could of exhibited a selfish side, a domineering nature, a strong temper, and possibly a naive childish nature.

Sun Taurus The Sun is the significator of the Father and his general nature. Sun in Taurus shows a father who carries an earthy nature about him. He carries a down-to-earth, practical, and responsible way about him. The father carried a strong value system and was most likely very fixed on what he believed. He was most likely a hard worker and a great provider; but also very patient as a parent. He understood the value of providing the necessary means for survival. Venus ruled over his life making indulgence, comfort, luxury, and pleasure important. Food was probably a priority to him, at the very least providing an abundance of it.

The father may of been a very possessive person, owning or collecting many things. Providing possessions like toys or gifts could have been a way to show love to a child. On the downside of his personality, the father could of been a very stubborn person, inflexible, and very stuck in his ways. Laziness may have been an issue, especially when overly comfortable. Fights may of occurred because of the father’s fixed opinions and struggles to see things in others ways. Regardless of negative traits being a great provider was probably his defined role as a parent. Providing comfort to his children was and is the utmost priority.

Sun in Gemini The Sun is the significator of the Father and his general nature. The Sun in Gemini brings a father who has a very airy nature about his general character. The father figure was a master communicator and most likely quite intelligent. Curiosity enveloped his personality as he was probably a person whom loved asking questions, learning, and absorbing all kinds of information in general. Words, language, and word games may have suited him. The father was most likely a whimsical person and had a comedic side to him. He tends to be someone who needs much variety in his life and loves different stimulation to stay young and healthy-minded.

Emotions may not of been his strong suit, perhaps being disconnected from his own feelings was the norm. Struggling to understand others' emotional displays, especially as a child, may have been difficult. A difficult person to go to for emotional nurturing. The dual nature energy of Gemini can present a confusing perception of the father. He may have seemed to be two people; or at the least moody and inconsistent. Scattered-minded may havecertainly describe his personality. Maturity at points may have been in question to his youthful-like exuberance.

Sun in Cancer The Sun is the significator of the Father and his general nature. The Cancer Sun's father embodied the watery nature of Cancer in his personality. A shy introverted and private nature may of embodied the root of his character. He is most likely a proud father, very nurturing, and involved as a parent. Being an emotional person do to the influence of the moon, He could of been very emotional and sensitive. He may have embodied more feminine characteristics as a father figure. While moody by nature; one of his greatest assets was his ability to nurture and be understanding of emotional needs. Making a loving home could have been a priority for him. Being a good cook was entirely possible.

The Cancer father most likely has a very good memory, is drawn to a love of history, and enjoys the subject of family lineage. The imagination was very active and he may have been quite creative. Being ruled by the Moon could have made the father overemotional or moody. If the father is struggling in a bad time he might be one to retreat into his shell and he is hard to reach. An overprotective streak may have embodied his role as a parent; leading to frustrations and over-parenting. A detached and unemotional outlook may have been lacking to help make more informed decisions as a parent when required.

Sun in Leo The Sun is the significator of the Father and his general nature. The sun in Leo shows the father was the highest embodiment of the father figure by the nature of the Sun. Ultimately having the Sun in Leo will show the father was quite proud of his gift of being a father. He loves children, having fun, and being a part of their life which makes him a good parent. The father was most likely authoritative, kingly, confident, and had a charismatic side to him. He most likely exhibited An ambitious nature and was bold, proud, and passionate.

Leo rules love and the father was most likely quite loving in his nature. He could be a protective father and one displayed a loyal side to his character. As a father integrity was important to him as a person and a parent. A generous side could of made him very giving, if not spoiling at times. His love did have it’s limits though; if a lack of loyalty was shown or his pride was hurt he may of been fierce or turned away from his duties. He could have been proven to show the negative sides of Leo; egotistical, demanding, sulky, demanding, or prone to being dramatic.

Sun in Virgo The Sun is the significator of the Father and his general nature. Sun in Virgo shows the father had a strong Mercurial nature about him. The father’s cerebral nature manifested strongly through reading and have been a writer. He was most likely a very earthy type of person. Practical, thorough, and systematic embodied his earthy traits. He valued working hard but may have had issues feeling appreciated for his efforts. His nature was potentially introverted, shy, reserved, and very humble. The reserved nature most likely made him not the most emotional of people.

Being a father he was most likely patient, tolerant, organized, and big into planning. He is most likely a very clean person and loves to have everything in its place. Details are very important to him and he was a particular person about being perfect. His perfectionist nature may have made him hard to please due to his potentially critical nature. He may have also had an OCD nature. Health and diet may have been of particular interest to him. He may have also suffered from health issues during his life. Anxiety could have been an issue. Feeling anxious about doing the right thing as a parent may have been something he struggled with. He may of also “over-structured” a child’s life as a parent; perhaps not allowing them to have enough of heir own kind of fun.

Sun in Libra The Sun is the significator of the Father and his general nature. Sun in Libra shows the father carries a Venusian and intellectual airy nature. The father may have been interested in many Venusian interests; food, music, glamour, clothes, or art. He can have an elegant, affectionate, courteous, harmonious, and easy-going side about him. The business was most likely his strong suit; always looking for deals and adding to a position of abundance. The father was a social person who enjoyed engaging with others.

As a father, he may have treated being a parent more like a partnership, where friendship was the central focus of parenting. He may have been one to spoil the children to win their approval. Conflict was not his strong suit and found himself being diplomatic and always looking for a peaceful solution when justice was required. Discipline was not his strong suit. The Libra father could have struggled to be a true caretaker; instead choosing to nurture partnerships outside of parenting that were important to him. He most likely struggled with his own ego and looked for validation with others; sometimes giving in far too easily to keep peace.

Sun in Scorpio The Sun is the significator of the Father and his general nature. Sun in Scorpio showed the male parent was one who had a distinct Martian or Plutonic nature. Privacy was important to him, yet a mysterious and complex aura about him always loomed. Emotion, passion, and intensity were a strong mix of traits in his nature. His feelings were most likely very deep and possessed a keen intuitive sense along with them. He was strong at seeing under the surface, getting to the truth of matters, and understanding the darker side of life. He could have had occult interests like astrology he was drawn towards.

As a father, he may have been very protective and possessive. Showing a vulnerable side could have been his weakness. The plutonic side may have been strong; leading to issues with moodiness, jealousy, manipulative behaviors, and issues with power struggles. Trust issues could have been present in his character perhaps to the point of paranoia. Despite darker issues, he was probably a very courageous and resourceful person. His loyalty was second to none and his role as father was taken with serious determination. He was dependable when a child had emergency situations and most likely was overprotective.

Sun in Sagittarius The Sun is the significator of the Father and his general nature. Sun in Sagittarius shows a father with a larger-than-life outgoing Jupiter persona. His general character possessed an optimistic nature, humerus, and was quite jovial. Higher abstract thinking was a prime focus of his life. He most likely gravitated toward higher education, philosophy, religion, and broad-minded subjects. Morality was a central point of focus to him; as was honesty. An enthusiastic personality embodied his quite independent approach to life. Like lord Jupiter himself he was probably quite generous and a very giving person.

As a father, he may have been a bit of an enigma because of the outgoing nature of Sagittarius. He may of valued his freedom so much that the parent child relationship could of suffered. This isn’t always the case forever as the mutable energy of the sign has a tendency to grow into new roles; a father is no different. The father may find he enjoys being a teacher as a parent, going on adventures with or even playing sports with a child. Regardless of his personality, he will certainly be a father that gave freedom as he himself enjoys it. His role will be to help a child grow into the fullest embodiment of the expansive nature of fire and the sun. Teaching practical lessons and financial acumen to children could of been a shortcoming of his.

Sun in Capricorn The Sun is the significator of the Father and his general nature. Sun in Capricorn can show a very down-to-earth father figure. He most likely embodied an independent, responsible, and disciplined side to his character. Hard work was no chore to him; he understood the value of patience and getting good results in time. Most decisions he made in life were based upon a need to be self-sufficient. He may of been widely recognized by the public, carried an air of status about him or received much praised for his talents.

As a father, he must likely passed down the importance of being responsible. The importance of rational decisions was stressed. Unfortunately, he may not have been one to encourage the use of the imagination; which may have led to a feeling of missing part of the childhood experience growing up. In some cases, the father may have been a heavy disciplinarian and quite strict; which ensured adult-like responsibilities were taken seriously from a young age in a child. He could of taught the values of financial security and may of even been very materialistic.

As a parent, he may of been a perfectionist and been quite cold to the emotional needs a child can have. His general character may have been a bit solitary, or at the least withdrawn and introverted. He may have been pessimistic and even suffered self-defeating bouts of depression in his life. In some circumstances, the father may of been really wrapped up in his career and reputation and neglected his fatherly duties.

Sun in Aquarius The Sun is the significator of the Father and his general nature. Sun in Aquarius can show the father was most likely a natural intellectual and air-inspired individual. Scientific and logical-minded thinking patterns embodied his character. He may have been a person who was a bit impersonal and probably detached. The relationship with the Father may have lacked the deep nurturing a traditional child/father relationship embodies. A natural humanitarian attitude and a progressive attitude may have made him very spiritual, liberal, and a believer in equality for all. Most likely he lived life with many friends, and group involvements and may have been into politics.

The father-child relationship could of been one centered on friendship traits. Generally, the more in common that is shared the more bonding that is shared. This kind of father-child relationship may get better with age; especially if both are involved in similar communities or share aspirations and goals. He may have lacked nurturing skills and failed to understand the emotional ramifications of his actions. An arrogant intellectual nature coming from his high amounts of wisdom may of strained the parent child relationship. He could have seemed like a no it all and been very stubborn and impossible to sway. At points the fathers humanitarian interests may of been so deep the child may of felt neglected and failed to be admired for his needs or uniqueness.

Sun in Pisces The Sun is the significator of the Father and his general nature. The father's personality was ruled over by Neptune and Jupiter. His personality as a person could of been quite compassionate, accepting, and idealistic. Gentle, considerate, and soft by nature; affection came easy to him and embodied a loving image. An air of innocence from the Neptune side of his personality made him quite imaginative. Creativity was a strong suit for him, namely music and probably vision-minded concepts. He may have enjoyed hobbies like video games movies, TV, and maybe even drugs or alcohol to escape from reality. The natures of Neptune and Jupiter combined could of made him quite a spiritual person. He may have been a person who longed to belong to something greater than himself.

The father’s strongly compassionate nature may lead to a gullible nature. He may have been moody, confused, and had an unrealistic view of life. Father may have even suffered depression or been a loner. The Disciple wasn’t his strong suit and was the type of father to let his children get away with anything. His loving nature may have been so giving he chose to spoil instead of letting children learn the value of hard work and earning. Offering his children freedom was natural to him and it may of led to the child’s greater creative side blossoming. He may of feared being a bad parent and times he came up short may of led to him feeling great personal guilty. These shortcomings may of led to him being disconnected and withdrawn as a parent. Sometimes he may have been absent altogether if the guilt was strong enough.

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