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🔢what’s their body count?

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"I got no fraggin' idea! Gotta be at least in th' billions, I mean I've fragged entire planets before! Wait... ya do mean kills, right?"

He has no idea how many people he's killed or how many people he's fucked, though number is probably quite close.

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👄do they prefer oral or penetrative sex more?

SINDAY HEADCANONS

"Man, that's like makin' a father choose a favorite child!"

It would be hard for him to pick, though ultimately he'd probably prefer penetrative. Its much more primal and animalistic, though it is a bit more work on his part.

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👀how do they feel about voyeurism? exhibitionism? 🏬would they have sex in public? if so, how public is too public? 🤪what’s the wildest place they’ve ever done something sexual?

SINDAY HEADCANONS

"Somethin' tells me ya wanna get freaky in public, eh? Oh see this one time I literally did a whole field of broads! All of em' lined up n' ready, it was exhaustin'! Good thing I wore a condom!" He in fact, did not wear a condom.

Lobo naturally loves being the center of attention, and that usually reflects in his sexual desires as well. Voyeurism, exhibitionism, public sex, even cuckoldry is not below him. He's a deviant to his core, and has absolutely no problem with blatant public indecency.

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💸have they ever or would they ever accept money or gifts in exchange for sex?

SINDAY HEADCANONS

"Ehh??? No way! Th' Main Man ain't that easy!!"

Yes he is, he absolutely would. Just don't tell anyone about it or he'd probably find at least a hundred ways to sexually mutilate you.

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hewwoooo is anybody out there...

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𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

🧑‍🤝‍🧑🧑‍🤝‍🧑how do they feel about having multiple partners at once? have they ever done it? 🪢do they have a kink? if so, what is it? 💸have they ever or would they ever accept money or gifts in exchange for sex? 🍆how do they feel about toys? do they have any? what’s their favorite? do they use them with partners? 🌙do they need an emotional connection or are one-night-stands an option? 🫂how do they feel about friends with benefits? 🍒how old were they when they lost their virginity? to whom? was it significant? 🏳️‍🌈what’s their sexual orientation? have they ever experimented outside of that [for more binary orientations such as heterosexual/homosexual]? 👄do they prefer oral or penetrative sex more? ↕️are they a sub, dom, or switch? top, bottom, or switch? 🛏️what’s their favorite position? 🔢what’s their body count? 🕒what’s the longest time they went without engaging in sexual activity with a partner? [masturbation doesn’t count] 👀how do they feel about voyeurism? exhibitionism? 🏬would they have sex in public? if so, how public is too public? 🤪what’s the wildest place they’ve ever done something sexual? ❤️‍🔥what’s their most erogenous zone? 💋do they like to kiss while having sex? do they cuddle afterward? 💦what’s their immediate post-orgasm reaction? 🫶what does after care look like for them?

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El Wolf

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take a shower PLEASE.

"If ya wanted t' see what I looked like naked so bad ya shoulda just asked, Super-dupe! HAH!" He laughs for like ten minutes straight.

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"Oh yer fraggin' despicable."

living tribunal, just staring at him

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He'd totally punch the infinite vastness of the cosmos in the face.

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SOMEONE ON LOCG REQUESTED I DRAW TINY LOBO AND I'M LOSING MY MIND LOOK HOW CUTE HE ISSSS

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A smug grin formed on his face as she climbed into his lap as beckoned. It was true what they said, twi'leks were obedient! Huge clawed hands have already wrapped themselves around her waist and buttocks, pulling her in closer. She could see the cigar ash falling down his huge chest, collecting in his undershirt.

"Ah I'm just takin' some time off from bounty huntin'. Collectin' my thoughts, gettin' ready ta strike back, ya feel me?" He chuckled, pouring her a drink. "Bastiches'll pay plenty of creds fer some prime Jedi meat. Gotta lil' collection o' them light swords too if ya wanna see!" He'd continue to brag, chuckling to himself. "What about you? What brings ya here into th' arms of th' Main Man?"

Daring. She liked that in a man. It was easy to see that he had plenty of strength to back up his bold behaviour. Finding herself suitably impressed, she got up from the seat he claimed to be occupied and instead sat down on one of his muscled thighs, easily fitting on one. Her arm went around his neck to steady herself. "I accept that invitation."

Their current arrangement had the advantage that her lips were closer to his ear. It afforded them more privacy and the chances of getting eavesdropped on were lower. "I do wonder, what brought you to this bar tonight?" Before she was able to offer him something in return, she had to know what he required. Her lips brushed over his sheek in the faintest hint of a kiss. "Aside from drinking, of course."

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Lobo's gaze narrows, two red dots lengthening in the shadowy glow of their embrace. His slight arch of the spine, the blithering moan, the tightening hamstrings? It all created a veritable cacophony of pleasure, all of it concentrated entirely between the warlock and the hunter. It was almost story book in a way, had you not known the context of the atrocities committed by the czarnian. Here he was, the scourge of the cosmos, coupling with the guardian of the galaxy. Irony couldn't be lost. Scandalous, taboo, Thanos would find it gleefully hilarious.

"Naaaah, what gave ya that impression?" Sarcasm flowed as the hunter began to let those talons dig in further, tracing across his golden body, finally finding leave amongst his thighs. He'd bring Adam upwards, gilding the other's legs around himself as he nibbled those hips. This wolf wanted to taste the lamb before he devoured. "Yer so pretty... why are you so fraggin' pretty." Finally he'd stop, letting the warlock breathe for a moment before letting his manhood speak for itself. Lobo's bed was rarely cold, and Adam could see why.

Like the rest of the czarnian bounty hunter, the Main Man's Main Man looked...well, almost human. It was uniquely large, slightly ridged. Hairy too. As veiny as his biceps. Ten silver studs lined the shaft, he had to show off even there. It looked... strangely wet? A natural lubricant. There was very little written of czarnians or their biology, but Adam was about to get a very personal lesson.

He'd clutch the other male in his lap tightly. "Say it. Say yer mine."

   𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐌   clutched onto a handful of black fuzzy matter,   sliding easily through the gaps of aureate fingers.   a guttural sound ebbs through pristine turgid lips,   followed by sharp   𝘿𝙄𝙎𝙋𝙀𝙍𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉   of air suffusing upwards his esophagus.   hollowing his cheeks when the emergence of rare pain began to blister the side of his nape.   it was cold then the return of his blood quickly trying to procure around the penetrated epidermis of normally resistant flesh.   rebuild and concentrate the injury.   even so,   the sentinel of the soul gem could feel the man’s tumescent beginning to surface between their tightly enclosed bodies.   his own symmetrical perfection of the sacrum reacting to the arousal evidently being so   𝙍𝙊𝙐𝙂𝙃𝙇𝙔   displayed.

   ❛   it’s clear you —   ❜   he huffed.   ❛   want to bond ...   ❜   his voice hitched when his back was forced to arch,   feeling the width of hands mount against the dip of his spine and tailbone,   pressed further into him.   it was going to be difficult trying to reason with a sexually aggressive man such as the czarnian.   𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐌   tries to maneuver his own musculature against the hardened frame,   pale eyes diligently trying to detail what was happening in spite of the rising heat within his own body.

he perhaps didn’t have the heart to stop him.   as resilient as he was and could be,   his own instincts were betraying morality and all sense of   𝙍𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏.   the mobilization of tiny nerves encroaching within his brain stimulated the blood flow reaching into more intimate places;   stimulating his own erection.   he could feel the whirring of the soul gem mounted atop his golden temple,   almost as if it was taking gratification in the dark desire.   𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐌   felt an urgency of a moan rippling off his tongue,   his hamstrings tightening and outlining the protruding fleshy muscle as he anchored powerful legs around lobo.

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Oh sure at the time it seemed like a great idea, going head first through a wormhole. How was he supposed to know he'd end up in an entirely different reality? Well, he did of course know what would happen, but he wasn't really paying attention at the time. Too busy having sensual fantasies too horrific to describe in words. Still, he didn't even notice he was in a new world! He was treating this as any other outing, racing through the sky at full speeds towards earth.

He's thrashing his head back and forth, jamming out to the ear-bleeding metal music currently pounding in his cranium. A cigar sits between his sharpened fangs, smoke pouring from the corners of his mouth. The roar of his space-hog was nearly enough to break the sound barrier as he was ready to enter Earth's atmosphere. As expected, there was Superman. "How's yer hammer hangin', ya big blue moron! How's about you an' I throw down fer old time's sa--huh?"

Well he didn't expect that. "Comic books? Like... Dilbert?? What in th' frag are you even talkin' about, Super-dupe? Someone slip ya summa that green rock or what?" His eyes narrowed, there was something going on here. "I suggest ya better start talkin', geek. Or I start blastin'."

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The commercial airliner that had nearly crashed in the Hudson River had been safely supported by a mysterious red and blue blur that settled the plane into the water. Before they could blink, the blur had zoomed into the sky, travelling into the clouds.

Clark tries to keep his rescues under the radar. Tries to keep himself from being spotted on camera but... that's a little harder to do when you live in the real world and not a comic book.

He's started wearing glasses. Not because he needs them, but because he needs to make it a bit harder for people to not recognize him outright. Clark doesn't need a second look or a second guess. Or someone going 'Hey! You know, you look just like Superman!'

In the comic books, Superman makes it look easy to keep his identity secret. He shows his face everywhere, takes questions from the media. But Clark can't do that. This isn't the DC universe, and there isn't a writer controlling the story.

Suddenly the flying young man stops dead in his tracks, his super hearing catching something above him. Something in outer space, coming closer to the planet. And it sounded like a.... bike?

Raising his fists in the air, SUPERMAN blasts into the sky, messy black hair blowing against his scalp as he breaks through the atmosphere. What was it? A weapon? A satellite? Maybe a-

"What in the-" As the stars of space become visible to him, Clark finds himself face to face with one of the strangest things he had ever seen. Something that couldn't be real - someone that couldn't exist. Yet, here he was. The main man himself.

The Kansas farm boy forms a fist - the initial shock removed from his mind as he realizes what he could be going up against. "Okay pal - take a second here... you aren't exactly supposed to be real. But let's try not to let this be like American Alien where we destroy half a city fighting each other." God... this was surreal! "You know, your a lot bigger than ah-" he clears his throat nervously "I-I mean - it's just a bit weird seeing you in person and not a comic book page."

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What flavor is your soul?

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ah little kraken, bold are you. restless sailor, dauntless fighter, lower your sword, let me see your shield. ah, of course, they are but the same object. oh wave-tossed ruffian, lend me some of your mettle would you? you have been struck by the sharpest of spears yet you still stand here proudly. but off your guard, elsewhere of the battlefield, you will find your spirit can parch others. your words are but weapons crafted from your soul. little lion, sheathe your claws, or the ones you love the most will suffer. you do not have to be strong all the time love, there's nothing wrong with being soft. vulnerability is not weakness, and if it were, what's wrong with that? strength is not always your greatest tool, your heart is good. put down excalibur, and use your words. you'll find they will carry you much farther. not everything in life is a battle.

"Eugh. I wanna find the hippie bastich who made this and slaughter em'."

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Growls at

Blows smoke into his face.