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#gimme a big boy >:(
hffhifjou · 1 year
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rugby!!! winner gets price’s hand in marriage
pt. 1
pt. 3
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petitprincess1 · 7 months
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I'm having a memory of a Mammon...ry 🤩🤩🤩🤩
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skinnywalker · 1 year
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bbytamaki · 1 year
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big biiig men with their itty bitty babies on their chest :(
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black!gn reader (referred to as mama)
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little babies with your same brown skin and big eyes, but they definitely have his nose and his smile. them playing with legos and watching all of the bratz movies while you take a day to get your hair and nails done (all expenses covered ofc).
or taking their baby to parent & baby swim lessons. over half of their body is reaching above the 4 foot pool but still, they make the best of it. clapping their hands & singing the songs too. they never forget their little one’s special towel and after-practice snacks.
men who come to the dinner table after work to give you a kiss before they sit down, complete with a “hi mama” and a smile. your little one looks up with a face full of mac & cheese and grins. “hi mama!” both of your jaws hit the floor.
and when your baby isn’t having the best day, they try to mediate the situation. saying no to cookies before dinner ended in a tantrum of course, so you sat on the floor with your screaming baby and tried to reason with them. “would you like some fruit instead? dessert after.” as expected, they refuse loudly with “no’s” and kicking feet. then your husband comes in trying to contain his laugh.
he scoops up his baby and holds them out in front of him with his strong arms, giving them a pretend upset look (though he ends up smiling anyway). “if mama says cookies after dinner, we’ll have to eat cookies after dinner. you need to be nice to her. can you say sorry?” your baby looks down with big teary eyes and apologizes, crawling into your arms to give you a big hug.
big men who cradle their kids and hum some random tune they heard on the radio earlier to put them to sleep. it works like a charm every time, and soon enough he’s putting your baby to bed and kissing the top of their head before he gets to cuddle you to sleep.
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— diavolo, mammon, simeon, beel, lucifer, jean, eren, reiner, onyankopon, draken, baji, rindou, kakucho, inui, mitsuya , aizawa, bakugo, aran, ushijima, aone, gojo, choso, nanami, aki, kishibe
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ayyyy-le-simp · 19 days
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I’m in love with Hunter but WRECKER IS MY BOY
OKAY?! HE IS MY BOY! I LOVE HIM SO MUCH LIKE HE BETTER MAKE IT!! I LOVE HIM I WANNA BE THERE LIKE AUGHHHHH IM INSANE OMG
I want him to win me a prize at one of those carnival games. I wanna go on a carnival date with him. I want to be held by him. I want to feel that big boy marshmallow on a cold night. I wanna kiss his cheek and watch him smile. I just want him, dude. Like he makes me happy sm right now, hes literally my wallpaper
Okay sorry I had to get that off my chest
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thesamoanqueen · 2 months
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Roman Reigns - BTS 2k24
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xblackreader · 1 year
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big boy half asleep attuma putting all 200 lbs of his weight entirely on Okoye’s body when they cuddle.
“Get off of me, you buffoon!”
“You smell very good, Ki’in…”
“You’re crushing me!”
A few minutes later…
(running her hands through his hair) “You’re cute… so cute, you big baby.”
(buried his face in her chest) “I’m a man…”
“You’re a baby. You’re crushing my lungs, you big fat baby.” (Pets his hair) “get up you baby!”
“…”
“Attuma?”
(Snores)
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imarvelatthestars · 1 year
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Personal Best
Notes: I watched one (1) episode and fell in love with this man. So I made a modern gym rat Wrecker au because I can. And made him a Māori war vet with tattoos because I can. Wrecker girlies, come get y'all's juice!
Warnings: reader being thirsty; not a warning, but the reader's body and physical capability isn't described in any detail
Pairings: Wrecker x Reader (modern gym!au)
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You plop yourself down on the edge of the seat of the leg press and heave a breath. There's an ache running up your forearms to your elbow from that last machine, the stupid reverse arm curls, and it's making your water bottle shake in your hands. Well, it's one of the things that's making your hands shake. The other reason has himself braced some paces away in front of the mirror while he rests between sets of deadlifts.
Fucking deadlifts. This guy, this Wrecker guy, is a mountain of muscle mass and it's no surprise when he does shit like this every day. You don't even know how many reps he has in each set, you're always too distracted to try and count them because this man blows you away. His muscles move smoothly under his skin and it makes his tattoos look almost alive, especially the one on his stomach that you can never quite make out because of that stupid cut open tanktop. Oh yeah, especially that one.
And it's funny because he's a big guy, really intimidating with his hulking 6'4 stature and the scar that lightnings out across the left side of his face and all the tattoos. If you saw him at a bar in the middle of the night riding a motorcycle or something, you'd probably turn and walk the other way because his figure was that imposing. He does still put your nerves on edge a little, but it's not because you think he's scary. Because he's not. The two of your have never shared a word, but he's always laughing with the most genuinely brilliant smile and that alone is enough to make you feel safe.
You finish your swig of water and settle back against the machine. Deep breath, in and out. Wrecker grunts loud and heavy on the other end of the room as he drops his weights again. Another deep breath for good measure then. Definitely don't pay attention to the way he sounds out of breath, but in a nice way. You start counting reps, fixate your attention on the shoe smudge on the floor. Don't let yourself get distracted. You're here for yourself, to get stronger, to be proud of all the progress you've made and the muscle you've worked so hard for. You're not here for an attractive stranger who makes semi-obscene grunts when he deadlifts like every other guy in here. Focus focus focus.
You focus so hard that you end up doing five extra reps. And when the weights clang hard against themselves and you lean over to take another swig from your water bottle, you catch something moving in the corner of your eye that almost makes you choke. You're still half drinking as your gaze flickers up. And up. To that lightning scar and that smile, all dazzlingly white teeth and smile lines. Oh no.
"That's your best, isn't it?"
Your brain has stopped working. There should be a 'unable to compute.exe' label taped to your forehead because there is no way that this man is speaking to you. There's no way he's actually noticed you. Your hardcore gym crush. Your get lost in a daydream gym crush. Your guilty pleasure gym crush.
His eyes are fluttering around. In all these weeks, how had you never noticed one of his eyes was a different color? The brown one makes sense with his skin color and the broad reach of his nostrils, but the milky blue one is beautiful. Huh. That's when you realize you should probably say something.
"Uhh..." Even though you've just had a drink, your mouth is suddenly dry. "Sorry, what?"
Wrecker chuckles and your eyes immediately drop to his chest. Holy shit, this man is even bigger up close. He's about as broad as a door! And shit, there's muscles everywhere you look. Even in his neck. Normally that wouldn't do it for you, but... there's always been something about this guy that's drawn you to him.
"That's your personal best," he clarifies with a gesture to the weights you've loaded onto the machine. "Right?"
You nod as if in a dream. His voice, all rough and tumble raspiness like smoke and whiskey on a dark night, is making your blood go hot. This is getting embarrassing.
You take another swig even though you don't need it. "I guess so, yeah. Wasn't thinking about that." No, you were thinking about the way he grunted when he did his reps. Perv.
"Alright!" he bellows and slaps a hand on your shoulder, nearly whacking you off the machine. "Now that's what I'm talkin' about!" His accent is coming through thicker now, that vague shaping of his vowels turning distinctly Kiwi.
"Wrecker!"
You don't recognize this voice, although your new friend does. His head snaps around and you follow the line of his gaze to another man down by the treadmills. He's one of the newer members, you realize, tall and dangerously thin and a triple amputee. Just looking at him makes you feel like a slug.
"What?" Wrecker grumbles back. "I'm kinda in the middle of somethin'!"
Oop, that's enough to make your face go hot. You know, you know he doesn't mean it the way your dumb brain took it, but can you blame yourself for wishing he did? You bow your head a bit to hide the flustered expression you know you're sporting. Maybe you should start on your next set. Get your blood pumping in an appropriate way, get yourself back on track, and you do settle back into the seat, get your legs into position, but he's still standing there.
"You're being loud," his friend says with a poorly contained smirk. He sounds Kiwi, too. Did this guy bring half of New Zealand with him or what?
"And I can be louder!" he shouts back with all the giddy petulance of a child. Everyone is watching him, some of them are smiling, some are clearly irritated, but he doesn't seem to care and you dare to find it endearing. His friend laughs. "Ah, shut up, Echo. Go bother someone else."
"Sorry about 'im," he says to you as he throws his thumb over his shoulder. "Likes t' think he's real funny."
You just smile, all softness in the presence of a giant. "That's okay."
His eyes settle on yours and that big goofy grin of his drifts into something gentler, something you don't know how to name. "Heh." He puts his hands on his hips, shifts his weight back and forth, and you can tell there's something he's dying to say. He just doesn't seem to know how to say it. "You've been comin' here for a while."
He noticed? You swallow hard and nod up at him. "So have you," you answer and your voice is suddenly smaller than ever before. God, he's making you nervous.
"Yeah, I gotta keep up with all my brothers. Someone's gotta be the strongest, y'know? That's my job."
And he puffs out his chest a little bit, confident grin returning as he swells even higher above you. But his bashful energy comes back tenfold a moment later and suddenly he's barely meeting your eyes, hand scratching at the back of his neck as he struggles to find the words he needs. You give him as much time as he needs.
"Look, I... I know we've only just met and everythin', but I just think you're really pretty and I wanted t' ask you out. Been wantin' to for a while now."
Local woman incapacitated at gym by hot muscle man's attempt to ask her out, details at 7. You're sure that's what all the news outlets are going to be saying later today because you cannot for the life of you remember how to fucking breathe. You've been pining after this guy for how long now and he's saying he actually noticed you? Out of everyone in this gym? There are prettier girls, women who can deadlift 200 pounds and lithe, flexible yoga girls with the sporty ponytails and cute leggings. But he's asking you.
"If you don't want ta, that's fine," he insists with a mildly panicked expression, "I-I understand-."
"Really?" You blink. "You're actually asking me out?"
Wrecker grimaces, then attempts to smile. "Yeah. That alrigh'?"
Your face is about to burst into flames any second, you're sure of it. "Yeah," you breathe, "that's alright."
The smile he gives you could blind someone. He huffs out a relieved laugh that makes you shiver and laugh in response. The two of you sit in the awkwardness for a few moments until he finally musters up the courage to ask if he can get your number. You exchange phones, enter your information, and then he grins at you again. Dammit, he's cute.
"See ya? Soon?"
You nod a bit more eagerly than you mean to. "Soon."
"I hope so, pretty girl," he rumbles with a wink.
Oh, you're sure this man is going to be the death of you. But what a way to go. You don't bother hiding the way your eyes follow him as he returns to his corner.
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emisirrelevant · 7 months
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WORKIN BOYS IS FINALLY HAPPENING?!!
Oh my god, Starkid fans we are WINNING!!!
Just when I'm still not over Pulp Musicals, and we're still waiting for the Nerdy Prudes proshot.
They give us the ultimate TRIO and say "here it is, workin boys is finally gonna be in your eager little hands"
THEY KNOW WHAT WE WANT.
I freaking love being in this fandom.
Now to get my headcanons/theories ready.
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mf-ladle · 1 year
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What the riddler does when he isn’t riddling
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burnthheparaphilia · 2 months
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OMG ELVIS HOW DID YOU KNOW TODAY IS MY BIRTHDAY😳😳😳!!!!???!!!!
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mariusroyale · 6 months
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cuffing season is approaching again
which means im gonna be extra annoying about my favourite big boy
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scuopsie · 5 months
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VIXX HYUK - 231202 previews
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yorshie · 1 year
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Oops my hand slipped
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unexpected-keon · 1 year
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I may or may not add more to this. If you know me IRL, no you don't ;]
Enjoy :D
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You giggled quietly to yourself as the faint sound of a whimper falls on your ears. "What's wrong, mein Liebe? Too much for you? Need me to stop?" König nearly lost his head at how hard he shook it. "Nein! Nein...don't stop...bitte. Ich will es unbedignt." you smiled as you continued rubbing the inside of his thigh, your breath ghosting over the angry pink tip of his dick. You don't miss the way he shudders as you rake your nails down his thighs, slow but firm. You blow a puff of cold air on his weeping tip. "Liebe, bitte, touch me already." König's eyes were glossy and another tear threatened to fall and further wet the cloth of his sniper hood. "Keep crying for me and I just might think about it, baby." König let out a desperate whine at the smirk that sat on your face. His hips bucked with impatience as you seemed to take forever to please him. You shot him a glare, a warning to be patient. "Do I need to tie you down, maus? You've been such a good boy up to now. Don't get greedy, Prinzessin. I won't feel bad for leaving you like this. Now behave." König nodded, his body going tense under your touch. "Bitte, please, I need you, mein Herz. I'll go crazy without." You comply with his begging and lightly grip his length, your wrist moving up and down lazily. He sighs, head lolling to the side as he looks at you with still glassy eyes. Quite moans leave könig s you finally put your mouth on his cock. You start at his base, kissing and kitten-licking your way to the tip of his dick before parting your lips and taking him in. "Oh, Himmel..my dove." The hand that had previously been resting at his side, moved to the back of your head trying to push you farther onto his cock. You grab König's wrist and move it away from yourself. "What did I say about-" He cut you off by grabbing your face and shoulder before tossing you onto the bed where he was just sitting. "Mein Liebing, you know I love when you dominate, but I can't take much more tonight. Now, unless you object, I'm in charge." You look up at König with wide eyes and a hot face. You nodded slowly and let him move and position your body the way he wants. " Oh,mein Kleiner bär, I'm going to destroy you."
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wint3r-h3art · 1 year
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Thinking about his tiddies again 😤😫
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