#himbo mark

[dangerousstrawberryshark]

Submissive Streamer

🎮Pairing(s)🎮→ Himbo Mark x Male reader ⚠CW⚠→ Gay, gay-sex, sub! Top Mark, dom! Bottom male reader, Mark is a himbo, shameless smut, collar and leash, feminization (the reader just wears lingerie. That’s it, no other description of the reader’s body.), dumbification, some body worship, Mark whimpers and whines, Mark becomes ass drunk, praise kink, blowjob (Mark receiving), you call Mark “puppy”, and breeding kink. 🎮Rating🎮→ Explicit 🎮Requested🎮→ Yes

🎮Word Count🎮→ 2.1k

🎮Summary🎮→ You wanted to try something new with Mark. Of course, he doesn’t take the hint and thinks you want to buy something special for the dog! You decided to become assertive.

Read before continuing: IF YOU ARE YOUNGER THAN 18 OR ANY OF THE WARNINGS MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE, DO NOT CONTINUE READING!

You love Mark, but he’s a little oblivious to your obvious advances; he's a complete himbo. 

Whenever you two toured the pet section of the store, you would pick out various collars and leashes to show Mark. You would then put the equipment around your neck to showcase them and tell Mark that they looked great wrapped around your neck. However, he would only respond, “This will look great on Chica! Thanks for showing me.” 

You even placed the collar on Mark and he thought you were playing! That’s when it hit you.

After seeing the larger man with the collar and leash attached to him, you felt your cock jumping at the sight. You could imagine Mark lying down on the bed, naked, his big and defining muscles glistening with sweat– the collar and leash around his neck as you pulled on it to keep the man fucking you. 

His broad muscular chest heaving as he moans and whimpers from the feeling of your ass tightening and milking his cock. His eyes rolling back, mind turned into mush as you rode his cock until he became dumber from the feeling. You imagined yourself pulling on the leash to bring the large man into a heated kiss. 

Snapping back into reality, you hide the boner in your pants, but not before buying the collar and leash. You were going to try this someday. 

xxx

The perfect time came when Mark was sitting at his desk, streaming or recording for an upcoming video. Being the man he is, he started flexing for the camera, showing off his biceps. God, they were huge. You just wanted him to put you in a chokehold. The sheer size of his thick muscles was astounding. He continued flexing for a few more minutes until you quietly entered the room. 

You slowly walked into frame, wearing a sexy piece of lingerie. Mark, being none the wiser, didn’t see you approach from behind him until you began dancing your fingers around his broad shoulders. Mark jumped at the touch but relaxed as he noticed it was you. “Hey, darling,” he said with a low, honeyed tone. You could feel the large man's body relax as he returned to recording. 

“Hey, baby,” You said, leaning down to Mark’s ear and whispering those words. Your hands roaming the large man’s expansive upper body. Your hands grazing and touching the thick muscles, groping the man’s biceps and shoulders before moving down. Mark’s breath became heavy as he groaned softly, tilting his head back. From your view, a tent was forming in Mark’s pants as he slowly thrust into the air.

You bite your lips at the sight, it was just like your daydream from yesterday. Mark’s breath hitched before a throaty groan escaped his mouth as your hand groped his pectorals. “Your hands feel good, baby. I-I’m still recording.” Mark says softly as he turns off the recording before returning his attention to you.  

His considerably large cock looked like it was gonna rip through the seams of his sweats.  You could see it throbbing. “Yeah?” you said with a low groan and moan in Mark’s ear. Slowly and quietly, you pulled out the collar and leash. With fast movements, you managed to lock the collar around Mark’s neck. 

“B-baby, why the collar?” Mark said confused, but you could see his cock throbbing more in his sweats. “Since it’s obvious you’re my dummy. I’ve been hinting for you to put me in a collar, but you look better in it than me.” you purred as you spun Mark to face you before yanking on the leash, pulling Mark into a heated kiss. 

It was a hungry kiss; your lips crashing against Marks and your tongues moving in sync. Moans and gasps were muffled as the larger man melted. You pulled back from the heated experience, a faint pop sounded with a string of saliva connecting your mouths. Mark already looked fucked out, saliva dripping from his mouth as you could see sweat forming. You could see a patch on Mark’s sweats– he was leaking precum already.

How did you get so lucky? Mark was dominant, but you were given a submissive man as well— a two for one deal. 

“I-I didn’t know you meant it like that, baby,” Mark said with a breathy moan as he watched you get down on your knees. You lessened your hold on the leash, letting the large man throw his head as your hand groped and massaged his aching bulge. “T-thought it was for… C-chica!” Mark gasped as he thrust his hips to meet your touch. 

Damn– everything about Mark was huge, bulky, and beefy with muscles. Your hands pranced around Mark’s tree-trunk thighs that could split a watermelon open, dangerously close to his bulge. Mark whines as he wants you to touch his bulge. “B-baby… please. I’ll make it up! I will…” 

“You’re already making it up, puppy.” you purred, pulled Mark’s pants down and met with the sight of his enormous cock struggling to be held down by his briefs. Mark moans softly as his cock gushes more precum into his briefs from being called “puppy.” Sticking your tongue out, you began gliding it across the large man’s bulge. Your saliva seeped through the fabric and coated Mark’s cock. 

“P-please, baby! Take my cock out! I-I’ll be good.” Mark groans as his cock throbs and begs to be swallowed by your warm, wet mouth. You smirked at the large man’s words. God, he was submissive, maybe you should be like this all the time. Your cock bobbed and leaked precum at Mark’s words. 

“Yeah? You’ll be a good puppy for me? Since you’ve been a good boy, I’ll give you what you want.” You said, yanking down Mark’s briefs and wrapping your hand around the base of his monster size of a cock. You lean down to drag your tongue across the sensitive skin, tracing along the prominent vein leading to the angry, leaking cockhead. 

“F-fuck… m-mother of god…” Mark moans as he feels your warm mouth wrapped around his sensitive cockhead. Your tongue swirls around the glans, drinking all the precum oozing from the tiny slit. You were only sucking on the head, but it felt heavy on your tongue, you couldn’t take the entire thing. Mark feels like the air being punched out of his lungs as he grabs onto your hair, trying to push you deeper onto his cock. 

Big mistake. Mark then felt the collar being yanked by the lash. He looked down to see you wagging your finger with disapproval. “You can’t do that puppy,” you say, pulling away from Mark’s cock but stroking the heavy piece of meat. Mark began rambling about being sorry and to please continue. He needs to feel the warmth and wetness of your mouth wrapped around his cock again. 

God, he was so hot being submissive.

“Mmm… I’ll forgive this time. Don’t expect this treatment next time,” you say before returning to servicing Mark’s cock. The large man laughed happily before moaning as he threw his head back until the collar was yanked again. “Keep looking at me,” you said, muffled with your mouth around Mark’s cock, but he got the memo. 

Following your order, Mark watches as you suck his cock. His chest heaves as it felt like you were sucking his soul out of his cock and his body. Taking a deep breath, you started moving down on Mark’s cock. Mark felt all the air being punched out of his chest as you swallowed a good few inches (centimeters) of his cock. Mark now realizes how much he misses you sucking his cock. 

You started working hard on sucking and making sure Mark doesn’t look away, slurping away on the large man’s cock with an audible wet sucking sound. Your tongue explores every inch of Mark’s cock, licking and teasing the veins. You could feel the heavy piece of delicious male meat pulsing in your mouth. 

With the eye contact maintained between you and Mark, you could see nothing behind those eyes besides lust. If he wasn’t dumb already, he is dumber now. Lust and arousal tinted Mark’s eyes as he wanted you to do more and you planned on doing that. Mark’s pupils dilated as his body released dopamine and oxytocin hormones. 

You have much more planned for him. 

Mark could feel his orgasm approaching as he discreetly thrust into your mouth. You could feel the signs of his impending orgasm– waves of precum oozing, the cock in your mouth throbbing, and you could assume Mark’s heavy balls tightening. “Better hold that orgasm, puppy,” you said, pulling back with an audible pop. Mark whines as he loses the warmth of your mouth wrapped around his cock. 

“F-fuck, baby… need warmth… please let me feel your ass!” Mark whines as he thrusts his hips into the air, his rock-hard cock throbbing. He was clenching the arm rests on the gaming chair as he held himself from lunging towards you. You grinned with amusement as you watched him, but you weren’t evil. 

Perching yourself on Mark’s lap as you positioned the throbbing cockhead at your entrance. You thankfully prepared yourself beforehand. With a single thrust, the entirety of Mark’s sizeable thick cock was pushed to the hilt inside you. Both of you saw stars and white as your nerves were on fire.  

“H-holy shit… so tight… so good.” Mark groans as he starts thrusting into your tight, velvety walls. He lost all rational thought as he fucked into you like a feral animal, his head collapsing onto your chest as he was drunk from the feeling of your tight hole wrapped around his cock. 

“G-good puppy… so good~” You cried, stroking Mark’s head lovingly as he leaned more into your touch. Your moans got louder as the large man’s cock was ramming your bundle of nerves directly. It felt like your body was on fire– euphoria spreading to every corner. Mark’s grip on your hips tightened as his thrusts got harder, but sloppier. 

Both of your minds were turning into mush; you didn’t even notice a loud clank and crack, as the gaming chair broke from the combined weight. The room was filled with sloppy and wet skin-slapping and the cries of pleasure. It was hot and steamy as sweat formed on both your bodies. There was no world besides you and Mark. 

“L-love you so much– w-want this forever.” Mark babbles as his balls tighten again. His legs and body were trembling as he gave a few more thrusts. You love how dumb Mark can get with you; the feeling of your hot ass around was enough to make him dumber. You love your himbo boyfriend. 

“Cum with me,” you say, pulling on the leash lightly and making Mark look into your eyes. Stroking your cock with each final thrust Mark gave, Your breathing got heavier as you kissed Mark at the same time you came. Your moans were swallowed and muffled as your load spurted and coated Mark’s shirt. 

“S-so good… tight… warm… g-good for you…” Mark mutters as he was ass drunk from you. Mark rammed his cock one more time and flooded your hole with his load. He pushed his cock as deep as he could to make sure his thick pearly cum stayed deep inside your ass. His whines and moans were muffled as he groped and gripped your hips while he calmed down from his euphoric release. 

A moment of silence fell over you two, basking in each other's touch as you calmed down and realized what happened. Mark was definitely gonna let you dominate him. He’s never felt like this before, but he loves it. He then hears your words:

“I’ll buy you another chair.”

THE END

A/n: hello, my strawberries! I hope this was good! Mark is himbo and none of y'all can tell me otherwise. A himbo with a big heart. Taglist: @hiddens-eden @spnfanboy777 @buckyshusband0 @zamfam4272 @raspberryyuuki @maxxioislost @furiousflowercreation @ghostking4m @sluttyhusband @wolf-knights @your-cow-boy @mack-thedork @geminiflanagan69 @starboye @boypied Very special thanks to my proofreader; @sagethegaywitch Join my taglist!

[eomcheong-keun-megi]

PLS I CANT DO THIS ANYMORE

[chrisbangs]

he fucking WHAT NOW

[chonkymoth]

going off of that twitter post about how Nandor is fucking giddy when talking w the Baron about how Guillermo killed all the vamps in the theatre and how he doesn't want Guillermo to change:

Nandor is happiest, or at least proudest, when recalling his own days as a fearsome warrior — his acts in conquering, slaughtering, and pillaging. He talks so highly of himself from that point in his life. And it begs the question if he considers vampirism a curse, at least in part, because he is no longer that once ruthless leader and fighter. In terms of overall vampires, he's honestly just kind of average it seems. And when it comes to Guillermo he's downright soft, to the point that multiple other vampires have pointed out that his feelings towards Guillermo and the way he treats him are odd, to say the least, for a vampire/familiar relationship.

But the thing is, I think the thing he respects the most about Guillermo is those same qualities he once had. He sees Guillermo as someone who is powerful and strong and fully capable of holding his own (and tbf he's very right). Him wholeheartedly vouching to the others to spare Guillermo in the name of the "warrior's code"? Yeah, that. And he knows vampirism changed that about him. I think, deep in that emotionally constipated little brain of his, he's so scared of Guillermo getting turned and no longer having those qualities he loves and respects, and instead turning out just like Nandor. We as a fandom talk a lot about how Nandor is scared Guillermo would leave him — and Nandor's said as much — and I do think that's a very good chunk of his hesitation to turn Guillermo, but I think a lot of it, too, is that he's scared of Guillermo turning out just like he has.

Yet, when Nandor sought out a wife last season, he wanted someone devoid of those exact qualities he seems to relish and uphold. He wanted someone that basically just lifted him up rather than be his equal, his counterpart. Nandor got rid of people who bested him in a fight, who were too pretty or alluring, who were funnier than him, etc. And he found, seemingly, the perfect person for him within those tight guidelines....and then proceeded to change every single thing about her. Until finally changing her to be an exact copy of Guillermo's boyfriend. Aka: he desires what Guillermo desires.

Which leads to the question of what does Guillermo desire? Well, that's not nearly as hard to piece together since he's much more open about his feelings. Guillermo desires and values the qualities that, he thinks, come with being a vampire — being ruthless, powerful, and attractive. It's the whole reason he finally said fuck it and went to Derek, because he was so tired of being him. He never realized that he already held all of those qualities he valued ("I don't feel powerful. I don't feel sexy" that's because you already were those things, love). It's just that he discovered the hard way that those qualities weren't really intrinsic to being a vampire. But, back to the point I was trying to make; basically, he values all the qualities Nandor had/has. Former fearless ruler and warrior of a nation, who had 37 wives, and is now a bloodthirsty and terrifyingly strong vampire who fucks around with anyone he wants? Check, check, and check.

So, if Guillermo desires Nandor and Nandor desires what Guillermo does, then Nandor is realistically looking for someone that compliments him and is equivalent to him. Someone who he recognizes to have all of the qualities that are fundamental to who he is and was. Man, I wonder who that could be.... And honestly? I think Nandor is finally starting to connect all these dots himself. Which is just adding to his fear of Guillermo changing in any way. Because he likes and respects who Guillermo has become over these past seasons. And I'm so scared and excited to see how he takes Guillermo being turned, both now and after he sits with the information for a while, because, realistically, Guillermo hasn't changed, not really. But will Nandor realize that?

[gorgon-goddess-of-chaos]

Nap

The irony of doing a whole month of sleep prompts and then not sleeping is not lost on me.

Engineer (Marcus) x GN!Reader, TW: none Words: 316

Being head engineer on such a massive spaceship has been putting some serious strain on Marcus’ body, and it’s been hard for him to stay caught up on his sleep. You’d think that with the endless night sky he’d find it easy to sleep, but unfortunately that’s just not the case. His “nights” have been spent holed up in the workshop trying to piece together some equipment for the other members of the crew.

Due to these nights of inconsistent sleep, despite the fact that “night” is simply a simulation to keep everyone on a schedule, he has decidedly put a hammock under his workbench, just to lay down for a bit if he finds himself getting a little bit too tired to continue working with hazardous equipment. Today happened to be one of those times, so he climbs underneath and gets himself settled in. He’s stopped bothering with turning off the lights or putting a sign on the door to signify he’s sleeping. If he wakes up, oh well.

Somehow, he manages to get some actually restful sleep. He moves his arm to check his data pad, but finds it pinned down underneath something. His eyes peer open, and he sees you on top of him, deep in your own sleep. He freezes, before carefully worming his arm out from underneath you. Marcus considers getting up, but his full body fatigue and mental exhaustion makes a rather compelling argument to stay. So he wraps his arms around you, and uses his foot to push the hammock until it’s gently rocking the two of you.

Marcus figures that you too have been struggling with your sleep, and came looking for him. He’s just glad that he was a good enough excuse for you to take a nap. His heart melts when you just settle right in, cuddling up to him with a sigh. 

“Sleep well, captain.”

[lyknest]

saliva, fourth, gemini, ford, & satang ft. MARK PAKIN

[adridoesstuff]

Thought of the day: why did Mark Seibert never play Franz Joseph in Elisabeth? Because I think FJ as a role would suit him so much better than Der Tod.

[torse]

[minqies]

i think i finally figured out my type... it's literally nct mark .

[gorgon-goddess-of-chaos]

Teddy Bear

Apologies for being a day late on this one, I had a midterm.

Engineer (Marcus) x GN!Reader, TW: none Words: 473

After searching around the ship, you’re finally able to find Marcus, who is asleep in his room. He has crashed on his floor, curled up on a massive teddy bear you’re sure is made from old torn coveralls that no one was using. The stitching is sloppy and there’s a few broken seams, but there’s a certain handmade charming quality to it that truly adds to the scene before you. 

You crouch down, pressing a kiss to his head as you sit down next to him, pushing his hair out of his face. He’s out cold, but keeps his arms wrapped tightly around the massive teddy bear. You hear him mutter a few things under his breath in his sleep, but nothing you can make out all that clearly. But your name slips out as he hugs it tighter, and your heart can’t do anything but melt as you know he’s dreaming about you.

After going through your options in your head, you decide to try to pry his arms off the stuffie so you can potentially squeeze in and give the man what he wants. He’s rather strong, so it’s fairly difficult to do so without waking him up, but you manage. You slip underneath him, on top of the teddy bear, and chuckle quietly to yourself as he then resumes his cuddling with you instead. There’s something familiar about it, like you’ve done it a million times even if it feels like it hasn’t been long since the two of you started dating. 

But it’s the way he slots himself against you, laying his ear against your chest and listens to your heart beat. Like he’s your personal mechanic, making sure your heart is protected and secure. His whole job revolves around maintaining the steady beating of the core of the ship, it surely can’t be all that different when it comes to you, right?

Your arms slide down his back until they fall into a resting position that’s most comfortable to you, that’s the most familiar. Marcus snuggles right back in again and you can’t help but feel like he’s turned himself into a bit of a teddy bear himself. Perhaps it’s his weight that provides grounding to you, or his steady breathing and slight squish of his dense muscles when you squeeze him affectionately. Any way you look at it, it feels right, perfect even.

You find yourself dozing off as he drags you down with him into slumberland, moving his head to rest on your shoulder so you can keep him as close as possible. He nearly hides you with his body, but perhaps the teddy bear you’re laying on is not just a stuffie, but a representation of how you view him. Yours, a little worn around the edges and not perfect, but perfect enough for you.

[oursoulsareodinsown]

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[i-like-loserz]

my needy boyfriend

synopsis: mingi is kind of obsessed with you. it's adorable really...

pairing: sub!mingi x reader

warnings: SMUT (18+), needy boyfriend!mingi, taunting, unprotected sex, size kink, creampie, breeding kink, slight dacryphilia

word count: 1k

note: mingi gives off such himbo energy and i need to reflect my neediness in him :D

part II | masterlist

Mingi is just so easy. 

With a mere suggestive look sent his way, a flirty little smile, or a quick peek of your cleavage, he grows achingly hard under his pants before he even processes what’s happening. 

His brows cinch together worryingly as he attempts to strategically hold a book or his jacket in front of the desperation pressing against his pants.

He looks so pitifully pretty when he meets your stare, brown eyes silently begging you to take care of him so he doesn't have to walk around like that all day. 

Every night his big hands shakily ghost over the softness of your thighs like he’s apprehensive to touch something so precious. Your poor boyfriend can barely handle the barest touches before he’s on his knees, begging for more.

When you finally give him what he wants, he looks a mess under you with his fluffy hair, kiss-swollen lips, and pants barely shoved halfway down his legs because of how eager he was. 

You’re completely bare on top of him, skin hot against his as you stare down at the pretty sight of your flushed boyfriend, panting sweetly under you. Mingi melts against your body with a whiny moan, hips desperately rutting against yours as you pin him against the couch.

Your hot mouth drags against his sensitive neck as you grind down on him. With each slow drag of your hips, his cock slips in between the slick folds of your pussy, just barely pressing against your entrance, but never fully pushing in.

You can tell by the low choked out moans and the subtle sheen of his teary eyes that he’s already overwhelmed by your teasing.

“Baby, p-please stop – I’m about to –”

You giggle at his pathetic whimpers begging you to stop before he cums from the mere touch of your pussy. He hasn’t even pushed in yet.

You dip down to capture his lips, hands cradling his jaw as you pull him closer. His body practically vibrates as he eagerly returns the kiss, his mouth clumsily moving against yours. 

“If you’re gonna cum, do it inside of me…” You whisper against his mouth, reaching between your heated bodies to line him up to your entrance. You feel him twitch in your hand as he processes what you just said. 

“Y-you’d let me do that?” He’s breathless as he looks up at you with wide adoring eyes. His chest rises rapidly as he anticipates your next move. 

“Only if you want to, baby.” You coo as you slowly sit yourself down onto his cock. 

“Yes —” He whines, his hands immediately moving to wrap around your waist, pressing firmly against your softness as he struggles to get used to the euphoric feeling of your pussy squeezing around him. “I-I do – please, let me.”

“Fill me up then~”

Mingi’s hips stutter as they buck upwards against you, seeking that impossible closeness that he craves insatiably when it comes to you. His cock sinfully fills you up until your legs are shaking as you struggle to hold yourself up.

Despite his soft and needy nature, your boyfriend is not small by any means. If he wanted to, he could have you pinned against the wall, screaming his name for hours at a time as he makes you cum around his cock. 

His hand could easily wrap around your throat and leave beautiful marks on your skin – but that’s not his style. Though he regularly leaves you feeling sore whenever he pushes into you (which is often), Mingi is the one who falls apart and begs for more. 

“Fffuck, you’re so wet for me, baby,” he pants, staring up at you with pure infatuation in his eyes, “you’re so pretty – mmhn, so fucking p-pretty…”

He fucks up into you with fervor, addicted to the feeling of your tight pussy fluttering around him and the way your nails scrape desperately against the bare skin of his chest and shoulders. You feel so good he can barely think. 

“C’mon, Mingi,” You roll your hips against him, pressing your hands against his firm chest for support. “Fill me up and give me a baby.”

“A-anything – anything for you, baby.” He sounds wrecked as he attempts to answer you.He’s barely thrusting into you as he starts to reach his climax, but you’re still moving above him. 

You moan loudly as you attempt to grind against him, his cock drags deliciously against that special spot inside of you. The closeness of your body presses his pelvis directly against your clit, adding another layer of stimulation to the mix.

"O-oh my god, Mingi!"

Sharp bouts of ecstasy are marked with every move you make. You tremble against him in pleasure as heat takes over your body. Stuttering out a moan, you clench around him as an orgasm abruptly rushes through you.

Your back arches as your climax fizzles through every nerve in your body, and Mingi can only groan at the feeling as you push him to the edge. 

"Y-yes yes yes yes..." He breathes out barely audible words as he fucks your through your high. He’s still so eager, even with your fucked-out, pliant body now laying over him.

With every small thrust he makes, you suck him back into your wet pulsing pussy, drawing out another ruined whine from his pretty pink lips. The most he can do is hold you down onto him and force you to take all of him as his cock twitches wildly inside of you. 

You caress his messy hair fondly, pushing it off his forehead so you can watch as his eyes roll back in pleasure.

He cries out and a familiar warmth shoots into you several times, completely painting your insides. You’re so full that it starts to drip out -- down the sides of his cock and onto the sheets. 

He's panting under you, completely ruined by his orgasm, hips still flexing uncontrollably against yours. You lovingly comfort him by pressing small kisses over his heated face and along his neck.

"You came a lot, baby~" You slowly lift your hips until he's barely inside of you so he can feel his cum drip from your overstuffed pussy.

“Fuck, I made a mess again…” Mingi says sheepishly, biting his lower lip as he looks at what he's done.

"Clean it up."

[acid-ixx]

— related post !

socialite! (secret himbo/bimbo) reader who takes one look at bruce wayne in a gala and you decide you'll use your (dumbass) alluring charms on the man to spend a night with him and it ends up successful. you had the best bed-breaking sex in your life, never once questioning all the taut muscle underneath his polished thousand-dollar suit; now crumpled by how handsy you were taking off his clothes. he was great with aftercare, too, carrying you off to one of his luxury bathtubs to bathe you and leave even more marks on the expanse of your back whilst massaging your naked body (you didn't even think for a second at the romantic implications his actions had).

then you're at one of luthor's galas the next time, being interviewed by this cute man with eyeglasses, who calls himself clark kent, with the cutest country-boy accent, who looks too tall to act all lanky, but you're not one to judge. you take one look at his baggy suit, ignore the pen and paper in his hands and drag him off to one of the spare janitorial rooms to have, quite possibly, the most pleasurable quickie you've ever had spent inside a cramped closet, your sweat sliding off each other as your bodies move in a harmonious tandem. you give him a kiss on his collar right after the momentary sex, and giggle at the skittish blush dispersing on his face, as if he didn't just give you a reason to go home early due to the limp on your step.

after everything, they were buried in the back of your mind. they were great fucks, yes, you never had a moment of horny zenith not until you met them, yes; but your relationship (if you could even call it that) with both men were purely sexual and a one-time thing. you never really thought of them, you prioritize your social life and reputation above all else, not your coster of other rich people you've slept with.

but one day, you see both in the same room as you in another gala. you're oblivious to the sets of eyes hungrily taking you in, or how quickly they shove off other people just to move closer the moment their attention land on you. you take a look at the two men, biting your lips whilst your eyes devour the memory of their muscled pecs squished between your index and middle finger, and their thick thighs pistoning you back and forth, all hidden under all the clothes covering their body; and whisper not-so silently:

"i can take them both, not in a fight."

sadly, you'll never know that they're both at each other's throats after hearing your confession, ready to take each other in a fight if it meant having you in their arms once more. you'll never know just how bruce managed to throw in a microchip in your bag before you're escorted home by his limousine, or how clark watched your sleeping body in your apartment as superman just to make sure you slept well after he pounded you to oblivion in that closet.

all you'll know is that you're going to score them into fucking you once more either way. after all, if they're both the best choices when it comes to pinning you down and going crazy on your body, then you'll do anything to achieve that aching goal with the both of best worlds.

you're unaware that they'd do the same thing for you, though. but it's not out of the intentions to merely sleep with you, no. they're also planning to find a pathway into your heart while at it.

so... welp, guess that's just an added list of all the other suitors you had fighting over the chance of having another night with you.

a/n: gender-neutral reader. no bodily gender mentioned at all. this is purely sexual content with some plot. i blame my irl best friend for this (the single dialogue was me thirsting over the characters through our chats). yes, i post this after posting angst. am i shameless? also yes.

[nemesyaaa]

❝ no brain. only big arms and fat thighs.❞

featuring himbo!rafe x reader.

⸻★himbo!rafe who’s a beast of muscles, all beefy and heavy, literally the bulky man towering everyone around him. when he's not putting on his stupid preppy kook dressing, he loves wearing those little tight t-shirts that are too small to fit his big tits but shows off his well-shaped six pack.

⸻★ himbo!rafe who is the king of manspreading. you can be sure that his massive legs are always highly spreaded every time he sits down somewhere. bonus, when he's wearing one of those favorite shorts after going to the gym, and his thick thighs are naked enough to reveal his fleshy skin filled with hard stunning veins.

✦ He's HUGE so ofc, he's gonna take a lot of place. ⸻ “sit on my lap, baby. you don't need a seat. ”

⸻★ he's more a female magnet than a womanizer. attracts women as well as he knows how to catch them but it doesn't mean he's got a hard interest in them. you're the one he cares about. he's not smart enough to get them with his brain but like any good himbos, he knows how to use his physique to his advantage. ⸻ his pretty face saves his lack of culture.

⸻★ biggest and proud member of the thirst trap community. you can be sure that he posts hundreds of photos after the gym of his large thighs and strong arms, flexing his muscle on the bathroom mirror to get all those veiny lines bulging his thick biceps and pecs.

⸻ he likes to pretend that it's for his gym bros but will delete the story if you don't see or react to his post.

✦ of course, he's an attention whore when it comes to you. that's a true himbo.

( the rest under the cut...)

⸻★ himbo!rafe who will take every opportunity he gets to show you how strong he is.

no matter your weight, he's bigger than you so don't you dare worry about your body size. you're perfect. he's gonna lift you up so easily, and it's also an excuse to show you how well–builded he is.

✦ if your feets hurt, he will carry you a short distance as well as a long one. he will open all the jam jars for you, and carry all your bags and suitcases. with him, you won't move a finger and you can be sure that you won't break any nails.

✦ you are a princess to him, and he will treat you with all the respect a girl like you deserves. he doesn't call you his baby for nothing.

✦ and that man loves to smack on your ass but you immediately need to calm him down because he doesn't know about his heavy strength. like this man, he's kind of a beast, could bruise you with just one good slap.

⸻★ big addict when you touch and compliment his physique. like yes, praise him. you're the gool girl he craves and literally dreams of. huge simp when you've just done your nails and you're testing their quality on him. he loves having your wild marks on his skin. come on, he's big. ⸻ his huge size is literally not for the WEAK so he's begging at your feets for you to use your nails on him. he wants you to dig them so hard so that every time he looks at his broaden back in the mirror, he remembers why he's paying for any of your girls appointments.

⸻★ 100% jealous. he’s really is. he doesn't want to share you. even if you're not his girlfriend, he’s convinced that you are his and that you belong to him.

the problem with himbo!rafe is that he's not really that smart... even if you're the one who made the first move with this guy in the club, you can be sure that the innocent person with whom you flirted will end up in a hospital bed...⸻while you will have all the privilege of ending up in his bed. (women can do no wrong)

he doesn't want to hear or know the context. (be serious, he's not gonna understand it in any case.) like any himbos, he hates to think. he only trusts what he sees. so if he has to spend all the party breaking the jaws of all these guys around you, you can be sure he will do it.

you don't want to care about him ? he's gonna show you a reason why you should.

this man will literally fight. yea, he got muscles to show off but also to be sure to destroy his rivals.

he is proactive. he acts, he does not think.

⸻★ if you want to go out in a short dress, a mini skirt, any tiny piece of clothing, you can be sure that he won't say no but will be clinging to you like a leech. like he's okay with your outfit but you don't go anywhere without him. it's THE RULE.

✦ if you're not okay with that, fine. you're gonna cry about it at home.

and you can pout, he doesn't care. (you're still pretty so…)he will literally mock you by saying don't play games you're gonna lose if you want to win.

“ but raf…” you start. but he doesn't care. “ do not rafe me. you've done enough tonight. ” “ i want to go to the party ! ” “ no, you just want to get on my nerves so you stay here. ”

but if you're going out and the other boys want to look at you, there's no problem. you can be sure that in the next second, their faces will be too broken to continue staring at you.

⸻★ don't talk to him about things that are too complicated like politics, ecology or feminism, you're gonna waste your time. the only thing on his mind is you so don't confuse him with things he'll never understand.

⸻★ himbo!rafe who adores when you need him. like, if this man doesn't wait for your call every time.... that's probably the only reason he has a phone.

he loves when you need him, even for random things. you need a driver? he is there. you need money? give him the amount and it's done. you need advice on your new outfit? he's gonna worship you.

⸻★ himbo!rafe who always got a soft spot for you and called you by sweet nicknames like baby, princess, peach, and pretty. he's listening to everything you have to say, don't make you repeat even if he doesn't understand a single word of what you're saying. ⸻ “ rafe, you're not listening. ” you shouted softly, snapping at him. “ of course, i'm listening baby. ” “ okay so what did I say ? ” “ that you wanna hang out with me tonight ? ” he proposed with such an obvious smile that you're forced to laugh at his audacity. “ i didn't say that. ” “ okay, but do you wanna hang out tonight ? you can't say no. i mean, it's yes or yes. ” “ okay, i wanna hang out with you tonight. ”

if you hate some people, you can be sure he's gonna be the biggest hater of those people too. but easy girl, because he's also the biggest hater of boys that you love.

✦ himbo!rafe who loves when you cry on his arms because one, his ego needs to be the first man you think about when you're sad, but also because he loves to carry you against him. shush you everytime you sob, but also kiss your forehead dearly. he's so gentle at the moment, but the moment he knows the name of who makes you cry, he's turning into an evil man.

⸻★ when you show interest in him, he loses his mind. he's like a sweet giant puppy. he's not the type to blush when you look at him but he just wants to squish you in his big arms. like, you are so nice and pretty.

you make him feel so dumb ( when in fact, he's really stupid on daily and it's not about you.)

⸻★ it's also a sucker for the size difference between the two of you. like, you are so small compared to him. so, don't try to run away from him, he will always be faster than you. himbo!rafe loves to play around with it, resting his arms on your head when he's next to you, joking about your small feets compared to him, pretending to not see you when you're around.

it's all a joke until he finds that thing can be a kink…

and that you’re maybe into it.

⸻★ himbo!rafe who's is a BIG VIRGIN not because he doesn't get any opportunities to fuck some bitches but this man wants to get his first time with you and only you.

✦ not only he cares about his virginity, but he does checks on yours every time.

⸻★ he's got a nice cock if you ask, everything so good-shaped about him…but god, he's such an himbo. there is nothing in his brain, so don't expect your dumb puppy to know how to use his pretty dick.

[honey-tongued-devil]

i Beg you i mean BEG YOU to do more chubby person x jinx or vi or something BECAUSE IM LITERALLY FATTT and i love the hcs

DROP ANOTHER ONE AND MY LIFE IS YOURS 🙇🏽‍♀️

[Arcane preference] with a chubby s/o pt.2- cuddle time

The second request of the week. Honestly, as someone who isn't exactly slim, I write these headcanons for those who ask me but primarily for myself. Requests are open, as usual, I ask for your patience because English is not my first language. I'll leave you the link if you'd like to follow me on Bluesky (I'll be posting Arcane content there soon as well, i want to build a 'public' meanwhile).

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Jayce:

- Starting with the fact that this man is built like a wardrobe, and his clothes are already pretty roomy, he’s started buying even bigger shirts just to make sure you can borrow them, they’ll be oversized on you, and you’ll be happy.

- So when you’re at home watching a movie or cuddling in bed, he strokes your belly with a smile, pretending to be surprised.

- “Is that my shirt?”

- This himbo, who handles a hammer that weighs as much as a horse, means no arguments when it comes to cuddles: you’re sitting in his lap.

- And when things get a bit heated, he’ll hoist you up with your knees on his shoulders, pressing you against the wall just to flex his strength and remind you that it’s absolutely no problem for him.

- After the dirty deeds, expect him to bring you something to eat (and especially drink) in bed, and don’t expect to be able to say no. 

Viktor:

- When you’re relaxing on the couch, it takes a moment to find a position that’s comfortable for both of you: usually, he sits upright with one leg stretched out, the other (his weaker one) draped over yours, and you either facing him or lying on your side with your head on his shoulder.

- The focus here isn’t on clothes, but blankets. They’re all queen-size, so the two of you can wrap yourselves up as comfortably as possible during cuddles without anyone getting cold.

- And when you stand up with one draped around you like a cape, he can’t help but chuckle and call you “Your Majesty.”

- As for clothes, you’d never think he’s clued in to your needs, but then you see the socks he buys for you both: to avoid any circulation issues, he only buys soft cotton and wool socks without elastic, so even at home, you always have cozy socks that match the season, like festive holiday ones.

- His secret move? Sliding his hands between your thighs when they’re cold, and playing with the little rolls there, pinching them when you’re cuddling.

- In your most intimate moments, he stops to kiss and nip at your thighs, leaving little constellations of marks that he traces over with his fingertips in the days that follow.

Ekko:

- Cuddle time is sacred.

- If he walks into the room and sees you sprawled comfortably on the bed waiting for him, a bomb alert goes off in his head: he shuts the door and runs to gather everything he might need.

- Water, snacks, extra blankets, anything he can think of.

- When he gets back and shuts the door behind him, he has a ridiculous grin on his face, warning you that he’s about to pounce with a playful growl, as if to show you just how much he wants to nibble you.

- Ekko is a huge fan of having your knees on his shoulders while you lie down, rubbing his cheek against your calf, and kissing it while you’re busy squirming.

- His favorite hobby? Getting his head caught between your thighs and becoming “deaf.”

- He’s always the big spoon because he has to protect you, hug you, and nestle his arms and hands into every soft spot.

- After any wild night, expect breakfast in bed and a hot bath waiting for you.

Vander:

- Zaun has a dreadful climate because the smog creates a thick layer of heat, but being underground and surrounded by cold materials, temperatures can drop sharply. So sometimes he shows up with a blanket, hands you a corner, and asks you to hold it for a moment.

- As soon as you take it, he calmly wraps it around you, picks you up, and carries you over to the fireplace, keeping you wrapped like a burrito on his lap while he enjoys his pipe for half an hour.

- Because of the cold, intimacy often happens right there in the living room, in front of the fire. Sometimes, he’ll give you the armchair and kneel in front of you, or you’ll both find yourselves on the rug.

- He’s a good lover, but don’t expect him to do much after expending all that energy at his age. On a good day, he’ll be a gentleman and carry you to bed; then it will your turn to cuddle and soothe him with gentle strokes as he enjoys them with his eyes closed.

- If it’s not a good day, he’ll pull the blanket over both of you and set the guard in front of the fire, resigning himself to the fact that you’ll be sleeping cuddled up either on the chair, the sofa, or even on the rug.

- In exchange, the next day, he’ll make it up to you with a long, hot bath and a massage.

Silco:

- This man has money, and he knows how to use it well.

- When the cold sets in Zaun, your bedroom becomes a place you’d never want to leave. Fur rugs are laid out on either side of the bed, soft, warm robes in matching colors appear in the closet, and if you want to stay in your den waiting for him while he works without freezing, you can even light the in-room fireplace.

- After he finishes his work, he washes up, dons his robe, and heads straight to bed, sometimes he doesn't even waiting, and begins going over his paperwork under the blankets while he absently strokes your shoulder or hair.

- If you complain enough, he’ll carefully gather up the papers, set them aside, and hover over you to kiss your neck and collarbones, sliding your robe aside so his lean, wiry body can press against yours.

- He’s incredibly gentle in everything he does, from how he touches to how he kisses or nibbles. Every movement makes you shiver, but he remains composed. Occasionally, between kisses, the cold tip of his nose brushes your skin, making you giggle; he then returns to your lips, asking for forgiveness before continuing his slow exploration.

- He’s the type for wine and a cozy dinner under the covers, a break for cuddles, and then back to work.

- If you protest that you’re eating too much, he’ll feed you himself—no time for nonsense (but always with a touch of tenderness).

Jinx:

- The most chaotic thing Jinx does is cross out or draw over posters that show people who are too skinny. They can’t make you insecure if you don’t see them, and any excuse for vandalism is a good one.

- With the cold setting in, her hideout transforms into a true nest: a heap of clothes and fabrics covered in blankets and throws to make everything softer and warmer.

- Jinx has cold feet, but it’s not her problem—it’s yours. She’ll press them against your stomach, your back, and if you react, it’ll only get worse.

- She’ll start laughing, and it’ll become personal. The only way to fight back is with tickling, but that would be a declaration of war.

- When you both finally calm down, she’ll wrap herself around you, clinging with her whole body, inhaling your scent deeply, and digging her fingers into your side.

- Don’t expect too much delicacy in intimate moments; if she needs you to move, she’ll grab and pull you into whatever position is most comfortable for her. She holds your legs up, and handles you like you’re her personal doll.

- For her, this is princess treatment; and the effort she’s putting in is what counts.

Vi:

- She buries her face in your chest, first and foremost. Feeling sad? Face in your chest. Happy? Face in your chest. Deep in thought? You guessed it—face in your chest.

- Her go-to stress reliever is squeezing your thighs and hips.

- During cuddles, she rests your head on her shoulder, strokes your back, kisses your forehead, and speaks softly.

- She always plays with your hair, and if it’s long enough, you’ll find small braids everywhere.

- When you’re cuddling in bed, she’ll either hold you close or be the little spoon herself, with one hand in yours and fingers intertwined.

- When things get more intimate, she becomes completely dependent on you, pressing her fingers so deeply into your skin that they leave marks, as if even that isn’t enough and she wants to be inside you, to reach into your very core.

- She never imposes anything; if you don’t feel like washing up, she’ll clean you up with a warm cloth, and if you don’t feel like getting up, she’ll carry you. Whatever you want, she’ll go along with it unconditionally.

- Occasionally, she’ll climb over you, propping herself on her arms, just to steal a flurry of kisses.

Caitlyn:

- Caitlyn can cook, and she will.

- Her way of cuddling starts at the table, with an evening set up like a royal banquet. Anything you like will be there, along with sweet and savory snacks, which, if there are leftovers, she’ll take to the coffee table or the bedroom so you can enjoy them later.

- There’s no rush; if you want to go for a walk or relax after eating, it’s fine by her—she just wants to be with you. She might ask a housekeeper for a bit of help, or she’ll clean up on her own while you get ready.

- If you lie down in bed, she’ll absolutely take the chance to gently knead your stomach like a cat, making you laugh but also helping you fall asleep rather quickly.

- She’s the ultimate big spoon, nestling her face into the crook of your neck and holding you tightly.

- When things get more intimate, she loves to look you in the eyes while she touches you, so she can savor every reaction, every shiver, watching your body melt with every move she makes.

- She becomes mesmerized by the way your body ripples under her touch, like there’s an ocean beneath your skin.

Mel:

- The real issue with Mel is that the rich never have anything better to do, so morning, noon, and night, they’re constantly organizing events. Breakfast at a noble’s home, brunch with the councilors, and of course, everyone must dine together. Tea at five with the Kirammans is absolutely sacred, and dinner is a moment for sharing ideas.

- Intimacy is this strange, almost absurd thing, as though everything is designed to give you no second of solitude.

- But when she does find a moment, she sits down and signals you to come into her lap or rest against her, cuddling you, playing with your earlobes, and winding her fingers through your hair until your eyes cross.

- She prefers giving affection to receiving it, simply because it feels like the only way she truly knows how to show love.

- Only in the deepest intimacy does she allow herself to do less, to enjoy your presence lying with her, to let go of control.

- She adores the way your body moves artistically, like it follows lines painted in oil, and these are the few moments where she can fully admire you.

- She’s quite strict afterward. You must drink those two glasses of water, and as you get up, she’ll call for someone to change the sheets and make the bed, so by the time you’re done showering, everything is ready and perfect.

Sevika:

- Bluntly put? She works with the chem barons, who are mostly old, misogynistic men with monocles embedded in their skulls, grotesquely altered rats with spider-like mechanical limbs, a very interesting gang of women in latex with disturbing port attachments, people with mechanical noses that pump in toxic stuff directly, and other highly modified, not-so-pleasant characters.

- I mean, sure, you have every right to feel insecure, but when she tells you you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to her, she’s being quite literal.

- Her delight in the fact that not only are you entirely flesh and blood but actually soft flesh is beyond words—she feels like she’s hit the jackpot with a premium relationship.

- There’s hardly a moment when she’s not touching you, holding your arms or cheeks in her hands, or kissing your skin.

- During cuddles, she prefers you on top of her, and if she’s calm and has enough time, she’ll even remove her arm.

- It’s a controversial choice, but she doesn’t want to be around you while wearing a weapon, and she doesn’t want you to see her the way she sees the chem barons. It’s almost a moral decision on her part.

- In bed, she can hold you easily with just one arm; she’s strong, it’s not an issue for her. But first and foremost, she wants to lie down with you, feel your soft arms, your chest, your waist where she can let herself sink in, and when you laugh because she’s tickling you, she kisses you.

- For her, the hardest part isn’t functioning with one less limb but letting herself appear calm, not on the defensive, even vulnerable.

- But she doesn’t regret it for a single second.

[minnepaulitan]

So, my first D&D meeting (event? get-together?) ended with my character (male), after a day of our caravan getting ambushed, after a hard skirmish in which almost everyone died, he had a night of heavy drinking and woke up in the town stables naked, wearing a saddle, then spending the rest of the morning naked as he walked back to the tavern to discuss the party's next moves. It ended with him saying, "well, I'm going to get dressed, then we can head out."

So, I think I'm going to like D&D