#top gn reader

[18+] Mdni

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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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.”

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?

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.

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.

$ log - bending steve rogers over his desk to teach him a lesson on writing proper, professional mission reports, since he clearly couldn't do it right! $ warn --nsfw --amab!reader --dom!top!reader --mean!reader --sub!bot!steve --begging--degradation --spanking --edging --over-the-desk --dumbification $ cd masterlist / steve-rogers $ echo "ass or arse? sorry folks i am a britainian" > authors-note.txt

you had steve bent double over his own desk, broad shoulders trembling as you thrusted into him, punishing force. one hand was clamped cruelly on his waist, while your other hand casually held the printed mission report, skimming the lines of his failure.

"incompetent," you scoffed, "can't hold a perimeter without losing sight of the flank. this report is as sloppy as your lead during the recon. and i'm to blame?"

steve let out a broken groan, eyes unfocused as he stared at his desktop monitor. his hands trembled, fingers slipping on the keys as he tries correct the errors you were mocking.

you leaned forwards, your chest pressing against his back — which coincidentally lodged your cock even deeper into his tight arse. the sudden deep intrusion made steve cry out, high-pitched, strangled.

his fingers jerked on the keyboard, sending a string of random characters across the screen.

"i think you're missing a semicolon there," you chuckle, your free hand dropping to thumb his nipple with a bruising pressure.

"god, please," steve gasped, eyes water as he stared at the monitor to find the cursor through his hazed pleasure. "i'll fix it, just — fuck, please — harder —"

xifere presents… older men x top!reader

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

characters… nanami kento, higuruma hiromi, hibino kafka, sakamoto taro, king, zombieman, kishibe, samura seiichi, rokuhira kunishige, yoo joonghyuk, kim dokja, loid forger, + your favs !

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.