♡➶˙| cw: Fluff/Crack content. Male!reader. (Anyone welcome to read!) NSFW themes (no actual smut). Himbo!Reader themes. possible OOC Sae. POV changes(?)
Talk about an Ego death. First his (baby) brother has the audacity to outgrow him, now his boyfriend is twice his size?
Sae Itoshi's reputation is never going to recover. Fans all over the globe, the second their relationship is made public; comments, fanfics, fanart, "#who'sthebottom?" Trends on Twitter for weeks afterwards.
Doesn't help that the love of his life (you) is a total Angel. Heavy sports equipment that normally needed two people to carry? Carried. Easily. Tired after a workout? Suddenly he's getting carried to the car/bed/couch. Going to the gym together? Forget it. Sae will train for weeks to get up to a specific weight or goal, and Mr. Musclehead boyfriend waddles in and uses that as a starting weight. Sae's pride? Evaporated. His image? Gone. His current mood? Offended yet horny. (C'mon he ain't gonna pretend it's not hot.)
The first time Sae took his boyfriend to an event? Hell. Especially considering there's a good 20cm difference between the two.
Sae loves his boyfriend though, and he'll admit, there's some pretty good perks to being the shorter one. Namely he gets princess privileges.
Seriously, he does. You're running out of hoodies because he keeps stealing them then pouts when you ask for them back.
I imagine Sae, once he trusts someone, is actually quite laid back and playful. When home alone, he'll randomly engage in play; Tag, running around the House chasing you(or being chased himself), video games, board games, even cuddling on the couch with a book or some TV series neither of you actually give a shit about. He's still a teenager after all, He's not emotionless.
That said, PDA is still a hard no. The absolute best you'll get from him is handholding. Maybe on the very rare occasion he'll kiss your knuckles if you feel panicked or stressed.
Sae's arrogant personality is quelled only by his Himbo boyfriend. Seriously, it's hard being mad at a mountain sized golden retriever puppy.
There are absolutely step stools in the house because Sae can't reach anything, especially if his boyfriend puts the dishes away/tidied up a room/folded laundry/etc. Sae's pride dies a little each time he has to get that blessed stool out of the closet.
"God damnit he put the cups on the top shelf again I'm stealing his knees."
Cringed to hell and back the first time he saw a fanart where they "UwU smol boy"itized him. Never again. He didn't look his boyfriend in the eyes for a week.
Compared hand sizes once. Once. Never again. A fan caught a photo of it....he has never hated people more. (Especially considering the trending Hashtags the next day)
And God help him, the first(and only if he can help it) time Rin met his boyfriend. It was almost his 13th reason. Rin has been banned from the boyfriend. Shidou doesn't even know you exist, and it'll stay that way if he can help it.
Himbo Secretary Reader tagging along when a demon is summoned by another human like an emotional support teddy bear. Dealing with mortals is stressful business - they'd lose their minds after centuries of the same shit when they've finally got some peace with the office sweetheart treating them with the respect they deserve.
"Dark Lord... We have summoned you here on this eve too-"
Secretary Reader, sitting in the demon's arms: Helloooo! :D
"Forgive me, but - who are you?"
Secretary Reader: You can just call me Y/n. The big guy here can be a little shy when it comes to talking to us mortals so they needed me to come along with them - isn't that right?
[The demon purrs softly as Reader rubs their horns.]
hi rin!! this is my first time submitting a drabble idea..
himbo!dilf!Mreader x haikyuu boys (specifically msby4 or alders) reacting to you as the new coach except the only problem is that your.. married maybe make it about like how reader doesnt even notice the flirting and it goes suuper far
ofcourse!! thank you for being my first request<3
and since this is a drabble/hc the start will be the same (training, meian introduces reader)
lustful gaze
himbo!married male reader x MSBY4
cw: cheating,age gap (reader is older but it's legal) blowjob, buttjob,afab character(specifically atsumu..)cunnilingus
HINATA
it was a average day at the V league, hinata was training with bokuto when suddenly, a large man walked in, to describe him the best he looked.... like a ditz; the guy had a attractive face and a even more attractive body... it looked like there was nothing in his head how cute.. "Alright boys, gather around" meian called out, snapping hinata out of his lustful gaze "this is {MALE NAME}, he's our new coach and is very experienced with whipping people into shape." {male name} smiled blankly, eyes slightly crinkling, jeez hinata's already fallen for him.
the male notices his gaze, smiling and dawdling over to him, instantly asking for his name and position, just as hinata answers he gets bombarded with another question then another, then. instead of hinata answering your next question you see that his gaze is fixated on the intricate ring on your finger, jealousy filling the room as he huffs "oh.. your married.?" he mumbles, more a statement than a question "YEAH!! my wife is greeeeaaat!! shes so cute and small and she kinda looks like you but she's also really good at pleasuring me" m/n is too busy boasting about his wife that he doesnt know the redness on hinatas face as he says something, barely audible
"i can make you feel better.."
quietly.
though, you hear it, scoffing "hmm? you sure???? my girls real good at this stuff and look kinda..." the males gaze fixes onto hinata, noticing the determined expression
"fine... she can't find out about this though.."
next thing you know is that your in the locker room, naked, sweaty and aroused as you push your dick into his tight hole, hiata squirms, whining as the tip of your fat cock drags dead on against his prostate. your not any better; chest against his, panting and drooling against hinatas neck, placing sloppy wet kisses, slobber dripping down to his collarbone "nghh- shoyo.. ya makin' me feel s'much better" reader moans as he increases the pace of the thrusts, hitting his sweet spot perfectly.
as the thrusts get sloppier, the moans and whines grow louder and needier, the final few thrusts inside of hinatas tight hole males [name]'s dick throb and pulse, then finally, paints his walls a milky white colour, pulling out to look at the mess, shoyo convulsing, creamy semen spurting out of his hole.
"f-fuuuckk that's so damn hot... s'much better than my lady" name chuckles, patting hinata's head, suddenly reader chuckles, getting nervous, eyes darting around until they meet the man infront of you"we can... do this again right..?"
BOKUTO
you were the new trainer for MSBY, a older married man that had only one problem; your brain was the size of a pea, a complete himbo.
which was perfect for bokuto!
he'd always been the stupid one out of the team so to see someone as airheaded and mindless as you in the team made him feel better.
as soon as you two met you instantly clicked.
the constant babbling on about volleyball, workout routines and partners. well specifically yours
[name] loves to talk about his wife, a lovely younger woman with a bright smile and bubbly personality.
bokuto didnt like that.
he hated the fact you had a wife like cmon!! you two were practically perfect for eachother why couldn't you be with him instead??
so thats why hes kneeling infront of you, in your office, looking like a kicked puppy, clinging to your leg and whining "pleaaaase just gimme one chance m/n-kuuun..." bokuto started to rock back and forth, pouting and huffing.
"give you a chance on what kotaro??" you questioned, having no idea what he was doing.
that was until you noticed the gaze to your crotch.
"ko... im married" you mumbled but the boner in your pants said otherwise
when he realised you had been turned on by his whiny attitude, bokuto couldnt help but instantly grab onto the hem of your pants and shove them down. jeez.
you weren't even wearing boxers, meaning your dick was on display in all its glory, Bokuto couldn't help but wrap a hand around it aswell as swirling his tongue around your tip, you were just too big to fully take!!
bokuto kept on going between stroking your shaft and experimentally licking the glans too.
you were pulsing. so close, your angry tip was pulsing with arousal begging to let go, the last few licks sent you overboard, semen spurting out of your tip, covering his face and dripping everywhere.
"f-fuck.. you suck me off better than my lady..." you mumble, slightly embarrassed, bokuto smirks, looking up at you "ofcourse.. ring me if you wanna~"
SAKUSA
it was the end of your first day at MSBY and the team wanted to celebrate and go out for drinks, walking next to sakusa, leaning on him and boasting about your new apartment near the gym, sakusa couldn't care less,
or so you thought.
your attractive voice wafted through the air, it was sexy, too sexy even. he could feel his pale skin heating up with a tint of redness "shut up and keep walking" sakusa scoffed, walking ahead of you.
as the team arrived to the bar, they all ran in, sitting down at the table, you were between meian and sakusa, while the others were congratulating you for the new coach position, you were already downing a few drinks, adams apple bobbing, some liquid dribbling down your lip.
the next few hours were blank, blurry and hard to remember, you were fully drunk, clinging onto sakusa, babbling and whining about 'going home'.
so ofcourse he'd help you.. it was better than dealing with a drunk bokuto and atsumu anyways
while you were walking back to his apartment, you on his back you started panting, nuzzling against him, "mmm.. hurry up babyy" you whined, too intoxicated to notice.
arriving at the designated apartment, the sound of a jingle cuts you out of your drunken haze, giggling, mentioning a name he couldn't quite recognize. "mmm yuiii i wanna have fun" you mumble as your hands embrace him from the back, drooling on his shoulder, his face turns red, arousal lingering in the atmostphere.
with a long amount of thinking sakusa finally musters up the courage to huff "hmmph.. fine"
so that's why his pants are off, so are yours, rubbing your shaft against the cleft of his butt, going up and down, building up precum against the small of his back, hands on his waist, drooling against his nape, whining and whimpering "nghhh fuuuck yuiii ya feel s'good"
poor you, too intoxicated to realize who you were pleasuring yourself to..
well, not like you cared, you did find sakusa as a attractive guy..
his ass felt soft, smooth and felt so damn good, you could already feel the knot in your groin bursting, all over his back, groaning"ghh fuck yui your so pretty"
sakusa's face turned white at those words. he didn't realise what you said before.. yui was your wife.. you should know who you did this with.. right?
"uhm.. you know.. i'm kiyoomi not yui right.." he muttered and.. you heard that
"hmm you aren't?? well~ you made me feel better"
ATSUMU
it was a day off and well atleast atsumu claimed he "needed help" with his training, i mean you weren't mad about the fact he wanted help although he wanted you to meet at his home?..
going to the given address, you rang the doorbell speaking up; "hey atsumu-kunn i'm here... let me throough?" humming in a playful manner, you were dawdling around the entry area until the door opened, allowing you inside the fancy building
going to his apartment was quite hard, it was the top floor and it was hard for you to register the numbers!!
after SOO long you finally got up to the final floor, knocking on his door, as the door opened, revealing atsumu, looking you up and down he noticed your workout clothes, jeez how can one look so damn hot in a tank and bike shorts..??
"a-ah [m/n]-kun.. come in" he invited, as you walked in, looking around, humming. "ok! what to start with.. stretching?"
and thats how the stretching started, he pulled out a yoga mat, going in downwards dog, arching his back as you noted his form, nodding in approval, fixing his back arch.
the next position was to stretch his legs, he'd been in paint after all so why not help!!
"mmm ok so you do thaat and then.." your gaze trailed down, looking at his crotch area, it looked off to you, you tilted your head, like the dumb guy you were, you leaned over, humming, spreading his legs to stretch them, that somehow made a wet patch on his crotch appear?? how did that work?
"hey tsumu-kun.. did you pee yourself??" you look up, eyes meeting with his, dilated, lust-filled eyes, his breathing grew heavier as a soft breath escaped his lips "please.. help.."
you were confused. what did he want help with? you weren't already helping him?? his hand moved to his crotch, the wet patch expanding "with this.. please?.."
his pants were pulled off, boxers at his ankles, looking at his adorable cunt, drooling with slick "a-ah you have.. i wanna try.. can i try it?.. please lemme try it" you begged silently as he nodded of approval, your tongue making contact with the slick folds, lapping at the wetness, atsumu squealed, legs wrapped around your head, squirming.
when one of your thick, caloused fingers enter him, he swears that he died and went to heaven, curling your fingers that were wrapped around his gummy walls, his eyes rolling back every time you hit that sweet spot.
while your digits abuse his hole your mouth latches onto his clit and thats when he explodes, orgasming, fluids painting your face and tongue white, panting as you ascend your head from between his legs and giving him a long kiss, tongues intertwining.
"mmh.. it's kinda funny yannow..? you taste better than m'wife tsumu.."
You may be in a polyamorous relationship with Satoru and Suguru, but you are honestly treated as nothing more than an accessory. But you're too airheaded to realize what everyone else sees.
Your boyfriends rarely ever do any typical romantic stuff with you. They will have you carry their stuff like when they go shopping or are on vacation. You get tasked with rubbing sunblock on their bodies at the beach, but they won't return the favor.
Suguru and Satoru are acting all sweet and intimate with each other, holding hands, kissing, hugging, etc. But they rarely do those things with you unless they're horny. Even then, you're treated like a slab of meat who exists to satisfy them.
If only you could see how your fellow sorcerers pity or laugh at how oblivious you are of the fact you're a third wheel. Do you really think you're on an equal playing field with two boy bad bitches who are also special grade sorcerers?
You'll get left behind and told to wait so Satoru and Suguru can go off on dates. The times you are included, they're constantly groping your thighs and crotch under the table at dinner and leaving hickies along your jaw and neck.
Wouldn't be surprised if both of them have you saved in their contacts as something like Dick because that's all they see you as – a glorified walking dildo to fuck them whenever they please. And with the drugs they slip into your drinks, they ensure you can go all night and cum multiple times without needing a breather.
You feel a feverish heat from whatever it is, and your head feels a little hazy. But all you can think about is sliding your aching cock into the wet heat of their mouths and cunts. Most of the time, they'll restrain you to the bed so they can have their way with you – taking turns riding you and using their soft breasts to stimulate your cock.
Even when you black out, your boyfriends keep using your body, which is all they really care about anyways. You will briefly regain consciousness here and there but time has lost all meaning. When they've had their fill, they don't even clean you up, instead just going to their own bed to cuddle and sleep. You can taste their cum on your lips, meaning they must've been riding your face too.
But even with all that, you still foolishly believe they care about you.
┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° Lin Lie is absolutely smitten with you. There’s just something about your easy-going, airheaded charm that keeps him on his toes. You’re always in a good mood, so much so that it’s contagious. Whenever you’re around, he can’t help but smile—whether you’re trying to remember something you forgot or making a silly comment, you always make him laugh.
┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° Despite your airhead vibe, you’re seriously strong, and Lin Lie can’t help but admire the muscles you’ve built. He loves the way you flex and show off your strength, but he also adores how you’re just so cuddly and affectionate afterward.
He’ll often find you playfully challenging him to a spar or offering to lift him up for fun. He’s always game, of course, because he loves the challenge and loves the way you get excited.
┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° Lin Lie secretly melts every time you wrap your arms around him in a big, muscley bear hug—especially when you don’t even realize how strong you’re being. “Careful,” he laughs, “you’re gonna crush me.” But the truth is, he loves it.
You have a habit of getting distracted mid-conversation, especially if something excites you—like a cool bug, a new protein bar flavor, or the gym’s new punching bag. Lin Lie finds it endearing. He never minds repeating himself; he just thinks it’s cute how your brain bounces around like a golden retriever with biceps.
┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° You love physical affection and are constantly clinging to him. Whether it’s draping yourself over his back during cooldown stretches or sneaking behind him just to hug his waist, you’re touchy in the softest, most loving way—and Lin Lie lives for it.
┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° When he’s meditating or training in silence, you sometimes sit with him in peaceful solidarity… but you usually end up falling asleep against his shoulder or lying on his lap with a dumb little grin on your face. He never complains. He just brushes your hair out of your face and keeps watch.
Bonus extra scenario because this was requested forever ago and I’m just now posting it 🙁
It was late—too late to still be at the gym, honestly—but you had dragged Lin Lie into a spontaneous nighttime workout session, saying something about “chest day never sleeps” with the brightest grin on your face.
Now, with both of you finally sprawled out on the mat, drenched in sweat and muscles sore, you were lying half on top of him, cheek smooshed into his chest and arms loosely wrapped around his waist like a very affectionate, very muscular koala.
“You good?” Lin Lie asked softly, brushing a few strands of hair from your forehead.
“Mhmm,” you mumbled, eyes already slipping closed. “You smell like victory and protein powder.”
He chuckled quietly, warmth blooming in his chest. “You’re such a weirdo.”
“You like it,” you said with a lazy grin, nuzzling closer.
“I really do,” he whispered, letting his hand rest on your back. You were heavy, but in the most comforting way possible—like gravity didn’t stand a chance with you holding him down.
As your breathing evened out, Lin Lie stayed still beneath you, heart beating calm and steady. The gym was dark, silent but for the hum of the overhead lights, and he wouldn’t have traded this moment for anything.
“You’re falling asleep, aren’t you?” he asked, already knowing the answer.
“…No,” you murmured, clearly very much asleep.
He smiled to himself. “Yeah. Sure.”
additional note ! this request is literally from weeks ago imsoashamed
okay but like himbo/bimbo/thembo reader who is such a fucking cinnamon roll that they solve all of the world’s problems because everyone and anyone is too afraid to disappoint them. even the goddamn fucking universe.
(not winnie the pooh parody inspiring me to write this)
like they’re literally too nice that people can’t help but fold to their whims.
yanderes murdering people?
reader politely asks them to stop because hurting people is not good and they would feel really bad if someone gets hurt, much less not live because of them.
everyone suddenly comes back from the dead.
war? suffering? natural disasters?
what even are those hahahahah
all solved. just make reader the ruler of the entire world; everyone and everything will be good.
reader gets kidnapped, creeped on, etc.?
the world actively tries to destroy the perpetrators. up until reader gently asks them if they could loosen the ropes binding them cause it hurts oh so badly and they can’t give people hugs like this.
and so you get freed with some reverse ransom right behind ya.
✮ pairing ; Gekko x M!Reader
✮ summary ; Gekko can't seem to keep his eyes off you, He can't help but feel his pants tighten everytime he catches sight of you. So he decides to blow off steam...
✮ a/n ; Sorry if he's ooc y'all I made this at 4:30 😭 also readers a muscle Bottom🤭
✮ warnings ; ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+ Masturbation ; 18+ Twt Links ; NSFW Thoughts ; Erection ; Domination
The scarlet colored ball toppled off the side of the basket. Gekko let out a sigh of frustration, "Why can't this damn ball fall through the hoop!?" He cursed.
Dizzy tilted it's head towards the boy inquisitively and nuzzled into his arm. Gekko looked towards her and smiled. "I'm alright, little homie. You don't got nothing to worry about" He lied.
In truth, he was downright annoyed and frustrated in many ways than one. God he hated those heated (e/c) eyes that'd make his heart drop to the pits of his stomach. He hated how one jiggle of your ass made all the blood in his body rush to his dick. He hated those plump juicy lips that'd make his balls drop to the floor.
It took all his self control not to pin you to the ground, throw your legs over his shoulders and fuck you into the mattress — ⭐
'god mateo stop thinking with your dick' he thought.
His zipper was on the edge of snapping , he can't even think of you without his nuts being sore. You had so much influence on him, he even had wet dreams of you. And they were always the same;
You on your back your face red and drenched with tears as he pounds into you relentlessly.
Gekko was glaring at his skateboard without even realizing it. He stepped on it and began to speed out of the court. He needed to blow off some steam.
Gekko launched open the door to his house and slammed it right after. 'I need to make this quick'. His mother was out of town for the time being and Gekko needed something to relieve his problem. Thankfully he had just the right thing.
He bent down underneath his bed and grabbed the recent bought lube he stashed away and frantically tugged at the belt of his pants.
Gekko wasn't one to masturbate often. The only time he did was when he was in desperate need for relief. And this is one of those times.
He threw away his jeans and practically ripped his underwear, freeing his erection from the confines of the cloth.
His cock stood there swinging back and forth and as hard as ever.
The agent plopped down on the couch and grabbed his cock. He pumped it a few times and reached for the lube simultaneously releasing his veiny shaft to squirt the clear liquid in his palm.
Once he was satisfied with the amount he brought his soaked hand around his cock once again and began fisting it.
Gekko wasn't the biggest, but he wasn't the smallest either — His cock was 8 in inches but was notable girthy in width. His cock is especially veiny and pink at the tip with tattoos running down the underside.
He felt a trickle of sweat slither down his ear. His skin was dampened and moist with sweat, his neon tank top sticking to his skin like he just left a sauna.
He kept his meaty rod clasped within his shining fist, pumping it at an exceptionally slow pace. His breath hitched as he forged lewd images of the infamous crush who caused this mess.
You.
He imagined grasping your two mounds of flesh sitting on your chest, as your silken walls contract around his cock.
He imagined the stench of musky sex permeates the room, as you panted for him to go faster.
Gekko was heaving at this point, he was on the edge of cumming causing his cock to grow an angry shade of red while veins protruded. Almost as if it were about to explode. His fist pumped his phallus with a greater ferocity, as he threw his head back facing the ceiling.
Soon enough he found himself thrusting into his palm, imagining it was your ass that clamped so tightly around his length.
In one flush movement he released a cry from his lips, his orgasm crashing down on him with impeccable force. Semen spurted from his enraged slit, gushing and spewing from the tip. He panted profusely and remove his now dormant hand from his spouting member.
He threw his head back down drawing frantic breaths of air. A loppy side grin fell upon his face. Though his mind was still hazy he got rid of his cause of stress and that was to be happy for.
"Chirp"
His eyes expanded to the size of meal sized plates. Gekko whipped his head towards the sound only to be met with the presence of three gawking creatures.
He didn't have time to collect the situation as he heard the twisting of his doorknob.
Day one of asking for billy hargrove x himbo reader (smut and fluff)
Summary:
Billy doesn't exactly have the greatest repertoire to refer back to on these new emotions, what with his mom being six feet underground and all; he’s certainly not going to his dad about this, either. So he chooses to suffer in ignorant bliss and silence.
Which is hard to do when you’re there. Barely five feet apart. Chin on his shoulder as you look over his notes for the stupid chemistry group project.
Pairings:
Billy Hargrove x Male!Reader
Tags:
Himbo Reader | Headcanons | Fluff
Words: 595
Author's Note:
I have a confession, I don't write fully himbo characters as often as I should, even with Thor, I do wash down the himboness so...not sure how good this is 😅 I couldn't think of anything for the smut part, apologies for that.
Billy’s been in Hawkins, Indiana, long enough to know he fucking hates it here; he was happy and fine in California. He liked the sun, the beaches, the people, not questioning his sexuality at three in the morning because you picked him up like he weighed nothing after he squared up to you.
You didn’t even do anything but set him aside because you were late for practice, and never before has he been glad to be in an empty hallway. If that didn’t do it, then witnessing the absolute dumb fuckery that permeated your mind was enough to make Billy realize he may, in fact, have a thing for guys.
“But I’m not….am I?” Billy’s been staring at the hood of his car; his reflected image stared back at him, confused as he tried to work through his current turmoil. It was early Saturday morning, and he’d decided not to stay in the house any longer than he had to.
“Hey, Billy.”
He spins around to see you jog up to him - and he is very much appreciating the running clothes right now; he tries to reign back his ogling; thankfully, you don’t notice it.
Billy doesn't exactly have the greatest repertoire to refer back to on these new emotions, what with his mom being six feet underground and all; he’s certainly not going to his dad about this, either. So he chooses to suffer in ignorant bliss and silence.
Which is hard to do when you’re there. Barely five feet apart. Chin on his shoulder as you look over his notes for the stupid chemistry group project. “Do you mind?” he asks, lacing as much venom as he can.
“Oh, sorry,” he feels relieved you might move back, but you don’t. Instead, you plaster yourself to his back, arms holding your own notes - which he can see even better now, so thank you for that - and with both books side by side, you return to reading, muttering to yourself all the while, Billy feels seconds away from melting into the floor.
“I can’t believe I have to fuck him.”
“You do not have to fuck him, Billy; I am begging you —”
“I gotta fuck him,” Billy reiterated, ignoring whoever it was he’d been speaking to and all but running towards you. When you notice his approach, you wave him over, the hose in your hand dropping, as Billy tries very hard not to pay attention to how close your shirt is sticking to your skin.
“Why are you wet?” He knows why you’re wet; he watched you try and fill the bucket for the school fundraiser, stare down at it, and then get doused in water. You, of course, explain what happened, and he, of course, calls you a moron.
“Well, not all of us are pretty geniuses, Billy,” you retort, turning away to shrug off your shirt, utterly oblivious to how wide his eyes go. “You alright?” You ask him when you turn back, placing the back of your hand on his forehead, “Your face is all red; oh, god, you’re really warm. Should I get the nurse?”
“No —no, I’m fine.”
“You sure? You look like you might faint,” you worry, “I can carry you there if —”
Billy should get a medal for the amount of speed he puts into his getaway run. He’s out of sight long before you can respond, jumping into his car and driving off to anywhere else; he stops somewhere - feet swinging a little, then screaming into his hand, then back to a blushing mess.
