Top gn reader. Amab or afab w/ a strap I left it vague.
Inspired by @rodolfoparras :)
When you first start your advances, he pushes you off. Because he's already an old man, hair greying, joints creaking, with eyes that have seen far too much. He can't ruin a pretty young thing like you, but oh boy does he want to. It takes everything in him to reject you, let you down lightly, because he wants you just as much as you want him. Maybe more.
It's not hard to notice his wayward glances and sneaked looks, a deep hunger in his eyes, wanting and full of desire. It's rather adorable, seeing him try so hard to suppress his urges and feelings, because he isn't convincing anyone with that act. Not you, and not himself.
But with your persistence, that little facade of his begins to crack. It starts small, maybe a few long conversations over drinks in some dingy bar or a deep chat under the view of the cityscape. His longing gaze becomes more and more passionate, heavy with lust as he takes you in. He still looks away when you meet his eyes, cheeks flushed under his beard as he grumbles some poor excuse.
Fleeting looks become yearning gazes, a brush of your hands become intertwining the under the table. He's breaking, and it's because of you.
And when you finally bed him, he's nothing short of a mess. Splayed out bare before you on your bed, gasping and crying out at every touch. It isn't his first time, far from it, but man does it feel like it is. Every touch from your warm hands on his skin, your breath fanning over his neck or your lips on his face send pleasant and hot hums through his body.
It's embarrassing, it's shameful, every part of him on display before you, but your loving eyes that see nothing but beauty makes his heart clench.
He can hardly get it up anymore, just barely half hard when you're pressing into him, but it feels so good he doesn't have the mind to be embarrassed. When you kiss him you taste the bitter ash lingering from the cigarette he smoked earlier, but his noises are more than sweet enough to make up for it.
When he comes, he's gasping and throwing his head back, body convulsing as he desperately clings onto you. A beautiful sight really, such a man in pieces under you. Pieces that you tear apart with ardor and put back together again lovingly. He lets you do so, becoming putty at your fingertips and moulding into any form you shape him into.
He's reduced to a crying, sniffling little mess with his release splattered on his stomach, but he stares up at you with such pure adoration. He settles into your arms after you clean yourselves up, head resting on your chest and arms wrapped tightly around you.
Truly, an adorable old man.
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So this is my first time writing smut lol. Go easy on me, thanks. This was written with Price in mind but I decided to keep the character ambiguous.
A pretty sub’s legs wrapped around you, whining pathetically. Their fingers intertwine with yours, grip tight to ground themselves to the feeling of your dick stretching them out. One of your hands lock around their throat, squeezing the air out of them as you fuck your aching cock back into their tight hole. They’re so wet, their pretty entrance slick with cum and lube.
“Please.. fuck, m-more—” They look at you all teary-eyed as they choke out their meek words through a sob, thinking you care about a stupid, little doll that you can break and repair whenever you want. “You want more, huh? Such a needy whore,” Their walls seize up, bed groaning from the relentless pounding, “Fuck, greedy slut. You liked that.”
On shaky thighs, they try to meet your thrusts. “Wait, ah, mmmng, slow down-” Oh, but the both of you know they don’t mean that. It’s their own form of asking for you to continue bullying your dick into their pulsating heat. Their sweet cries fill the room, clenching down on you tightly which triggers your orgasm rather quickly. Hips stuttering as your cum fills their hole until it’s leaking past your cock. You glance to their face, panting harshly, and the expression they wear makes you impossibly harder. So fucked out but they need more and more until you turn them into your pretty, dumb toy.
cw: cuckholding, anal sex, blasphemy (?), religious guilt, implied threesome at the end, infidelity, monsterfucking, and creampie
word count: 447
authors note: middle age “couple” supremacy 🛐
thinking about fallen-angel!reader catching an old, sexually repressed priest fisting his cock to a porn magazine. oh, but not just any porn magazine, a GAY porn magazine. upon being caught, reader taunts the priest by asking him why he isn’t with his darling wife to help deal with his “little problem.” to this, the priest just breaks down in tears and confesses how he’s been trying to suppress his sinful desires for decades, and he believed marrying a woman would fix him.
only for it to be for nothing. no matter how many times he makes love to her, he doesn’t actually feel loved nor satisfied. he’s hid his carnivorous needs for the sake of his reputation and the love for his god. but now he’s just too pent up, he needs relief, he needs you.
how could you reject a pathetic, pleading, middle aged man?
time skip to his wife walking into their bedroom, looking absolutely mortified to see an entity of unknown, cosmic origin pounding into her husband in a brutal pace as he lets out moans and pleas to “give him more”. their marriage bed creaks as you bend him into a mating press, and he sobs as he feels your cock reach deeper inside his tight, virgin hole. his hairy legs twitch from their place beneath your palms.
his wife’s heart thumbs in her chest as she eyes your thick member enter her husband’s hole in a wet plap. your dick was huge compared to her husband’s. whenever they had sex, his tiny cock didn’t make her see the gates of heaven like she wanted to. she was left wanting more. craving more.
she doesn’t pay attention to her husband anymore while he was begging for her to forgive him. he lets out a pathetic whine as his orgasm paints his chunky belly white. you give one final thrust to the hilt as you came inside him, he sighed softly as your warmth made his dick twitch again.
but before he could beg for more, you were pulled off of him with your wing. you let out a threatening growl until you stopped due to shock at the sight of the priest’s wife looking up at you with lustrous eyes and her slightly plump, naked body. you were tempted to grab hold of her round breasts. she shook as she grinded her wet pussy against your leg, she licked her lips with hunger as her manicured fingers slowly stroked your rock hard cock.
then without any warning, she rises up until the tip of your dick was just kissing her entrance, and pleaded with you to make her see the light.
YOU GET IT. MATTHEW MURDOCK IS A BOTTOM. A BOTTOM. we need him sluttier I swear....
Roommate! Matt who habitually walks around in your shared apartment adorned with just your hoodie and his boxers. It’s meant to tease you—to tempt you into touching him. Sometimes, he’d go out of his way to wear one of your shirts and nothing else. His strong, plump thighs would tense up whenever you’re close to him, and he’ll grin the moment he feels your stare. His backside would peak under the material too, and occasionally, his half-hard cock would strain under the fabric that belonged to you.
It’s not like he can help himself. Your items, specifically your clothing, bear your heady, mesmerizing scent, and you smell really good. You can’t expect him to go on ignoring that.
Roommate! Matt who habitually and consensually tugs the waistband of your pants down, especially when you’re trying to focus on something. Don’t blame him, he just needs your cock inside of him too much to the point that you’re fucking him a little more than half of the time you’re with him.
He particularly likes the feeling of his greedy hole swallowing the girth of your cock, his arms curling around your neck. Matt will deliberately clench around you when you don’t look or touch him for a while when he’s cockwarming you, just to get you to pay at least a fraction of your attention to him. If you do get somewhat pissed at him for distracting you, he’ll pepper sweet kisses all over your face as an apology.
Loki's the type to talk to you with so much disdain in front of others only to be a blabbering mess behind closed doors.
Spewing out curses and spells unknowingly as his mind gets turned to mush, binding the two of you together as he claws at your back. His nails digging in deep as he locks his ankles together with a keening cry.
Oh and the blissed out look of pleasure on his face is so pretty. Tear streaked cheeks, his usually neat and orderly hair surrounding him in a dark twisted halo as if he were a fallen angel.
If not for the way he's still clenching around you, you'd probably think he's had enough but with a weak roll of his hip and breathy sigh he pleads to you so sweetly to ruin him all over again.
Fucking Gi hun when he still was married. In their house, in their bedroom and their space making him arch his back and let out pretty moans that in no way his wife can recreate. Making their bed creak like it never had before. And all of a sudden his honey sweet moans and pleas are interrupted by the sound of keys jingling and the door opening. His eyes widened and he covered his mouth with his hand. You heard his wife call for him but no answer. "Guess they decided to go out" she said to herself. The walls were pretty thin. You smirked and started moving your hips once again, not hard enough to make sound but effective enough to get him to silently beg you to stop. One hand holding his waist, your free hand went to his cock and started stroking him. You could hear his wife tidying up the place in the other room. 'please-" he begged you, taking his hand off his mouth momentarily, the single word he said being interrupted by a moan. You were sure his wife couldn't hear it. Nonetheless you leaned into his ear, "you are so cute trying to muffle your moans darling" you said. "But not well enough. What if your wife hears you? What if she notices that you are being fucked by your 'best friend"? What then?" Your words him squirm in your grasp. You started pressing open mouthed kisses to his neck. You know he's sensitive there. This made his hand go from his mouth to your back, desperately trying to ground himself. He came with a loud moan, a moan the whole block let alone his wife could most definitely hear. And before he could realize his mistake you heard the footsteps of the only other person in the apartment getting closer to their bedroom.
notes… found this in my docs from a long while ago… don’t think I ever posted it… ??? i mention volunteering for context, but u can ignore it if it’s ooc xx
content warnings… sub!characters, dom!reader, older men in a slutty santa costume, butt plug, anal beads, anal sex, hand jobs, multiple orgasms, tears, reader has a cock
“Have you seen my costume anywhere?”
“Hmm? I thought you left it under the bed?” You replied, looking up from your phone. He turned around after rummaging through the closet with a confused look. He can’t recall placing the Santa costume he was using to volunteer under the bed. He walked over, crouched down, and to his surprise, found the hidden box his costume was in.
You watched him pull the box out and place it on top of the bed.
“I don’t think this is where I originally left it,” He added, and he was right. You may have told a little lie.
“Have you tried it on yet?” You asked innocently.
“No, I was planning on doing that today in case I need to make any changes.” He carefully pulled off the top, noticing his costume was somewhat smaller than he remembered. He picked up the top piece, expecting to see a generic red and white coat, but what unfolded was a tiny red wine dress, with white fur rimmed around the top and bottom. The dress was sparkly, had a little black belt stitched onto it, and came with long-sleeved gloves that he had yet to notice.
“It looks nice. Why don’t you try it on right now?” He looked at you with a slight blush on his face.
“This isn’t the costume I ordered…” He replied, his voice barely above a whisper.
—
“So, so pretty…” You whispered. He lay with his back against the bed, the tight dress barely covering anything considered modest. White fur lined the top of the dress, his tits about to burst from the constraints of the taut stitching. The red fabric was nearly sheer since his muscled body stretched it out, his nipples hard and sensitive from the incessant rubbing.
Grabbing his legs, you pulled him closer, admiring the way the fur adorned his big thighs, his dick pushing the base of the dress slightly. Already restless from his ruined orgasm, he shuddered when your fingers grazed his messy thighs, and then gasped when your hand wrapped around his sensitive tip. The red beaded butt plug in his ass wasn’t helping either—he whined repeatedly with every movement, his ass contracting with every fleeting touch. He wanted more.
You gave his dick a few pumps to tease, watching him grasp at the sheets.
“Gh—too much–!” He yelped.
Too much? And yet, he used his gloved hand to keep yours on his dick, avoiding eye contact at every cost. The room filled with ahs and ohs the moment your free hand played with the gem of the plug, twisting and turning as he desperately tried to muffle his moans. His pretty face was flushed, brown eyes shut beneath his lashes—oh, how easily he comes undone under your touch.
Bead by bead, you pulled the plug out, a slew of curses tumbling from his lips as he tried to bear the pleasure of being stretched out.
“J-just- shit–! Hurry it up already!” He couldn’t help it—you’ve already ruined him so, his composure couldn’t keep up. The cry he let out when the last one popped out was pathetic, and the feeling of being empty was too much to bear. He wanted to be filled again, but by your cock and your cock only.
His hole contracted involuntarily while letting your tip sit at the entrance of his ass. He looked at you pleadingly for a fraction of a second, but he wasn’t prepared when you slipped your cock into him, a strained groan leaving his throat. He was still so tight—you let out a sigh—his insides warm and still coated with lube from earlier. You pulled out, leaving your tip in, slamming back in quickly, and every single coherent thought in his head evaporating.
His legs wrapped around your back, bringing you in closer. You dragged the top of his dress down, exposing his sensitive nipples, playing with each one delicately. The only word running through his head was “more,” more, more, and more…
He greedily sucked you back in with each thrust, his tongue lolling out of his mouth when you reached his prostate, his hands grasping at you to bring you closer.
“God– harder, please–!” he cried. It was never gentle with him, despite his usual demeanor. But you gave it to him with no complaints, drilling your cock back into him as if it’d be your last time. The skimpy dress rode up his thighs and abdomen, letting his angry cock smack against his toned stomach, and a mix of his arousal dirtied his clothes.
Wasn’t he so pretty like this? He took you like a champ, and you rewarded him with a few pumps to his dick, but the simultaneous pleasure was just a tad bit too much. His back arched off the bed as his arm reached for yours, tears daring to spill when he finally looked at you. It’s humiliating, but you make him feel so damn good.
You knew he was close when all he could say were broken “pleases” and “mores” and whatever the fuck his mushy brain could come up with. Thankfully, you gave him just that, and finally, he let out a loud gasp when he came undone, his back prettily arching off the bed once more. Like an artist, he painted cum all over his pretty red sparkly dress, his expression all but innocent. He could use a bit of rest, but…
I’ve read your other fics and they’re delicious 🤤.
Imagine eating Rin out then getting caught, by like Isagi or some.
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「 pairing 」 gn reader x itoshi rin
「 content 」 rin is trying to stretch and you are trying (and succeeding) in getting in his way
「 tags 」 rimming [rin receiving], reader has no gender or genitalia mentioned, yoga, cumming in pants, caught in the act, slightly dubious consent but rin is loving it I promise
a/n in case I did a terrible job of describing the position Rin is in here is a link for reference (it would be some variation of this)
LETTING you bury yourself between his legs in a room where anyone could walk in was a terrible idea. Rin knew, that's why the first thing he did when he saw you approaching while he was maintaining a bridge was a clear, "no." Because you would never have pure intentions when trying to follow any of his daily routines, something you had never done before.
But that only made you smile like a cat while feigning innocence.
Rin let you hover around, trying to ignore you. And then somehow everything went wrong and here he was: arched on the mat, supported by his hands, his chest open in an almost impossible arch, only one foot on the ground. Forming a living bridge, initially tense but firm, which has evolved to now be on the verge of collapse.
You had the audacity to direct one of his legs over your shoulder, and Rin could only growl at your boldness.
"Get out," he demands, but there's no heat in his voice. Especially not when your hot, bold tongue licks around the ring of taut muscle and your chuckle against his warm skin makes him shiver. Rin knew, he was too lenient with you. He should have been stricter when you still listened to him. "You bastard gnh— this is not the place for this."
But he still doesn't push you away. Your fucking mouth...
You didn't even try to undress him, just pushed the leg of his shorts to the side along with his underwear to gain access to his hole, leaving his cock trapped in the tightness of the fabric — so heavy and hard that Rin could feel the blood rushing through his entire member, moisture accumulating at the tip. You were brazen, not backing down even when he kicked you on your first attempt to put your mouth on him.
Rin should have worn the tightest shorts he had today, even though he doubted it would have stopped you from trying to embarrass him in such a public place.
Your mouth moves against him, murmuring. Rin feel the words more than hear them — wet, muffled, broken against his sensitive skin. "Mmm… jus’ wanna a taste…"
Rin will definitely kill you. As soon as he can. "Seriously?" he snaps, voice low and ragged. "You can’t shut up even with your mouth full?"
He can't see your face from this position, what is good, he doesn't want to see the smug expression that will be there. That was permission enough for you. The obvious choice: either shut up and carry on, or...
Rin's arms tremble with the effort of holding his weight as your lips suck on the soft rim. Even though he had showered before starting his stretches, he still found it disgusting, having your mouth there, knowing that there was no way you couldn't taste not only the soap and water, but also the salty sweat.
Embarrassment made his face hot, his entire body on fire as you casually, as if it were part of your own routine, reveled in the way Rin's hole clenched around of your tongue, twitching under each wet lick; eating his ass slowly, lazily. He didn't have time for that, and you still acted like you had all the time in the world.
"...You're going to make me fall," he growled, his eyes about to roll back in his skull, his voice trailing off into a groan as your tongue probed past the ring of muscle and slid into the tight heat. As if shocked, the muscle in his leg jumped with unexpected pleasure, contracting in your shoulder.
You make a contented sound against his ass, using your fingers to spread his cheeks so you have more room to work with your mouth... Rin hears his own voice ringing in his ears, loud, surprised, breathless as a flash passes behind his eyes and his balls tighten.
He doesn't have time to warn or try to get away. Rin is only able to feel: heat flooding his stomach, hole tightening around your tongue, heart pulsing in his cock confined in his gym shorts. You lick him through his orgasm, thrusting your tongue inside him, making disgusting sounds like you're eating the most delicious meal.
Wetness spreads in his underwear and his arms that held his body up finally give way.
Rin's back hits the floor at the same moment the door opens with an audible click. "Rin—"
Upside down, he sees Isagi, with an expression that seems to range from traumatized to provocative in horrible slowly seconds.
The three of you freeze.
There's no way to cover it. Rin on his back on the mat, hair flushed in his face, shorts still messy and with a wet spot growing in the front and you kneeling between his legs, lips glistening with moisture and one of his heels still on your shoulder.
Rin's face burns brighter.
Only an idiot wouldn't connect the pieces, but well, Isagi was an idiot so maybe...
"Are you two making out or doing some very very specific type of training?"
"GET OUT."
"No, seriously, Rin, I want to learn too—"
Rin grunts like an animal about to attack. He'll kill Isagi, then he'll kill you. He won't leave any witnesses to his humiliation.
"Get the fuck out, Isagi, you bastard." Isagi obeys, laughing like someone who now has an ace up his sleeve, muttering to himself an "I always knew" that makes Rin's head throb harder.
Rin covers his eyes with the back of his hands, feeling the semen cool against his skin, forming a disgusting mess in his underwear, drool dripping from his hole because you always had to spit on it like a salivating dog. "You fucking idiot, I warned you someone might come in and you didn't even think to lock the door—never again. Never again."
