#this is a meaty sandwich

[rungssparemodelpieces]

Human, blaster in hand with Ultra Magnus and Megatron, staring down two Rodimus’

Rodimus #1: “I’m the real Rodimus!”

Rodimus #2: “No, I’m the real Rodimus!”

Megatron: “Alright, which one do we shoot?”

Human, finger in the trigger: “Only one way to find out. How do you spell bananas?”

Rodimus #1: “B-A-N-A-N-A-S!”

Human, shoots Rodimus #1 in the face: “Wrong answer.”

Ultra Magnus: “Woah, that is how you spell bananas.”

Human, looks at Magnus: “Yeah, but Roddy sings the song.”

Rodimus #2, singing the tune: “It’s bananas! B~a~n~a~n~a~s!”

[sauntering-down]

next part of 'quiet nights' coming Wednesday. :)

[lovelyghst]

just thinking about how big simon riley is.

like him fucking you in missionary; the way his shoulders completely block your field of vision and his large hand planted right by your ear dwarfs your own by the masses. his meaty, veiny arm leading up to his panting chest, usually pressed fully against your own as it gets him so worked up to feel your tummy and tits, hard nipples and soft skin grazing his calloused build. the big man comes with big scars!!

speaking of scars, he gets so fucking weak in the knees and heart when you pay attention to his various marks scattered on him. he never tells you the full stories—rarely even a spec of the truth, most often—but he still gets a little flustered when you kiss them better.

simon can usually hold it together, but sometimes (all the time) he gets sooo hard and blushy when you touch and squeeze his biceps and feel up his abs. call him your strong and impressive man and he’ll have you on your hands and knees in the matter of seconds, shoving his dick in you from behind to cover up how pink his cheeks turned.

he loves coming up behind you in the bathroom while you’re getting ready, putting on your pretty lipgloss or adjusting the bow in your hair while he watches through the mirror like a quiet, curious dog.

seeing how the width of your shoulders only reach his pecs when you’re centered at his front, and christ, the height difference.

placing his large palms on your hips, one of them maneuvering to flatten out on your tummy and pull you further into him. he wraps his arms around your entire frame for the tightest bear hug ever.

call him cliché, but he has such an evil habit of comparing your hand sizes. it turns him on and makes you giggle, each and every time.

the one time you asked him to slip his arm around your waist and head in the crook of your collar for a mirror picture had resulted in your neck being sandwiched between his bicep and forearm, and long lasting marks on your hips from where they hit the counter repeatedly as he fucked you hard in a chokehold.

you just get him so riled up! but it’s okay, because he kissed your temple a lot throughout and afterwards apologized with cuddles for ruining your nice outfit and makeup <3

[satsuki-yumizuka]

best sammich toppings go

i like slammy and pepperoni and like........ that kinda stuff ....

[sobbingscripter]

⋆⑅˚₊୨🌼 wc. 1705 🌼୧₊˚⑅⋆

You’re not really sure when things start to go south. If it’s after the death of the Guardians, or when Mark joined a stupid team of teenage heroes.

But the inseparable trio slowly grew into a duo.

“Well, uh… Kiddo, Mark’s… meeting new people. People with… Abilities and such. And he’s… apart of a team. Of heroes. And you might not see him… As much.”

Nolan’s voice is quiet, fingers laced and brilliant blue eyes lowered to the spinning turbines, windmills that pierce the fluffy clouds above and you nod your head. Gaze fixed on the rolling hills, fresh meadows and pasture fields as far as the eye can see.

“Mr Nolan, are you telling me that Mark’s outgrowing me?” You cock a brow. “I’m not a snowflake, I can take the bad news in stride.”

“He’s outgrowing his human age group.”

And you let out a low, bellowing whine. “My Shayla.”

Before a snort of laughter breaks the façade of heartache, and Nolan scoffs, rolling his eyes at your dramaticism. Before bumping his shoulder against yours, glancing down his nose at you, watching as you continue to nibble on some stupidly sugary treat.

“You okay, sport?” Nolan raises a brow and you hum. “No.” You answer. Honest and transparent, before bringing up one of your fingers, a manicured and glittery nail scratching at the bridge of your nose. “But it’s fine’s. It’s not that deep.”

Nolan’s face tugs into a frown, your expression of nonchalance faltering just a little bit as you continue to try to occupy yourself with your treat. Trying to ignore the sting in your eyes, as well as the lump In your throat and the heavy pit in your belly.

“You’ll still have Debbie. And William. And you know, normal people.”

“Mr Nolan, you’re not very good at trying to make me feel better.”

“Well, we don’t… on Viltrum, we don’t deal with things like these.” Nolan hums softly.

And there‘s a silence between the two of you before you break it.

“I know you killed the Guardians.” And you glance towards Nolan, taking another bite of your ice cream sandwich. And he lets out a sound from the back of his throat. Before letting out a breath. “You probably had a good reason though, right?”

You stare up at Nolan from beneath your lashes, brows scrunching and he lets out a breath.

This makes him feel a little bit guilty.

Nolan thinks back to Mark’s baseball game. Barely to his hip, tiny legs carrying him on the wind, sunshine beating down on everyone.

But Nolan particularly thinks of the way he scooped Mark up into his arms. The moment his humanity grew.

“Did you see, Dad? Did you see?” Mark chirps with excitement, toothy grin plastered on his chubby face as he stares up at Nolan, feeling as he sets him down on the soft, emerald hued blades of grass.

“Sure did, champ.” Nolan beams, meaty fingers ruffling Mark’s hair before the seven year old trudges towards you, bouncing on his feet as he stands in front of you. Just a few inches shorter than you.

“Did you see? Did you see me run?” Mark cheers, voice bubbly with excitement, dimples in his cheeks and you nod, enthusiasm oozing from you.

“You ran like a motherfucker, Mark!” “Hey!” Debbie’s ears burn with embarrassment, Nolan’s brows raise. “No cursing, young lady.”

“But Mark did run like a motherfucker.”

“Yeah, I ran like a motherfucker!”

“SHHHH!”

Nolan remembers the way Debbie stressed, trying to keep your foul mouth shut with incessant ‘shushing’. But parents’ head still turned in your direction.

Your excitement was contagious if anything. Especially when you whooped.

“Marky ran like a motherfucker!”

Nolan presses his lips against the crown of your head, heart clenching as he hums.

“Yeah, kiddo.” Nolan nods. “A good reason.”

There’s a soft silence, comfortable but it belies more to come. Worse to come. And you swallow, eyes staring ahead at the emptiness of the pasture fields, green grass and bright turbines and windmills that break the horizon.

“Mr Nolan?”

“Hm?”

“Can you run like a motherfucker”

“Yeah.” Nolan snorts. “I can run like a motherfucker.”

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You never really expect yourself to get caught in the middle of villain attacks. But you’re eternally unlucky.

Except now.

“Any last words, girl?” The Mauler twins gleam at you, meaty blue arms crossed over broad chests before a stupidly large gun is pointed at your forehead.

And the dread mixes with a twisted sense of ‘they mad sexy’, all in the pit of your belly, and you think. Long and hard as to what you’d what scrawled on your tombstone.

“B-O-A-F.” You spell. “Boaf.”

Your eyes squeeze shut when a chunky digit rests over the trigger, readying itself as deep, burly chuckles echo around you. “Funny girl, aren’t you?”

The air around you whips.

“Can you ever be serious?”

Mark’s voice breaks the tension, and your body nearly melts, and you stare up at him. He flies effortlessly, easily gliding through the sky like he’s been doing it all his life. He's a flash of blue and yellow, a bold beacon in the shining afternoon Sun, and you can’t help your intrusive thoughts.

Reaching a hand up and you begin to flick at his earlobe. Teasingly and the giggles that slip from you annoy him a much as it makes him wanna smile. Mark bites the inside of his cheek to bite back a grin, craning his neck as far from you as he can without dropping you.

“Stop-stop it— hey—” he glares down at you from behind his goggles, “—stop it.”

But you can’t take Mark serious when the corners of his mouth are twitching, and his fingers flex as he looks down at you.

Just a bit frazzled, but what really catches his eye, is that Seance Dog T-shirt you’re wearing.

His.

“Klepto.” “Dork.”

Mark lets out a huff, shifting you in his grasp and he presses you tighter against his chest, your ear placed right over his beating heart. And you can hear that unsteady and rapid thumping.

But you just chalk it up to the adrenaline.

“Where do you want me to put you down?” Mark questions you, his gaze fixed on yours and all he can focus on his how fucking cool it’d be to kiss you at the top of the building his hovering right above.

A 50 story high corporate building. Not the Empire State, but meh. Make do with what you have.

“Anywhere you think is—"

“Invincible! I need you!”

A flurry of pink assaults your eyes and within a second, Mark’s setting you on the roof of the corporate building below you. “I’ll be back, promise.” He flies off, and you swallow.

Hard.

“She could’ve said something else…” You mumble to yourself, before settling down on the building, resting your chin on the banister that keep people from tripping over and you watch.

And watch.

And watch.

You even watch as Mark flies off, and your lips tug downwards into a frown.

Brows knitting, and you run your tongue along your bottom lip, taking a sharp breath to even out your voice as you fish your phone out of your pocket.

“What’s up, sport?” Nolan’s voice is just a bit staticky, the sounds of thrashing, followed by bone crushing as well as demonic gurgles.

“Are you busy, Mr Nolan?” Your voice is tiny.

“Never too busy. What do you need?”

You go quiet, teary gaze locked on the way the sin disappears behind the horizon, a golden and bronze glow emanating in the sky above you.

“Can you come get me, please?”

“Sure thing, kiddo. I’m on my way.” Nolan’s voice is considerably softer. “You want a happy meal?”

A teary laugh slips from you, and you sniffle, wiping at your nose with your sleeve.

“Yes, please.”

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You fiddle with the toy in your hand. Appropriately, it’s an Omni-Man action figure who karate chops. Never once have you seen him do it, but you’re not gonna look a gift horse in the mouth.

Especially when you fiddle with it, making it chop against your knee before you take a bite of your burger.

“I’m… sorry, kiddo.” Nolan whispers softly. “I’ll have a talk with—”

“It’s okay, Mr Nolan.” Your voice is soft, quiet as you chew, gaze lowered to where cars occupy the previously blocked off road, a construction team already at work where the twins had fucked around. “Atom Eve needed him.”

“You did too.” Nolan whispers. “You were at the top of a building for Christ’s sake.”

“I know.” Your voice cracks and there’s a heaviness in your heart that you didn’t have before. A pit in your belly that makes it hard to chew properly and the lump in your throat makes it hard to swallow. And your brows knit into a little frown, features scrunched and you wipe at your nose. “I know.”

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Your attention is firmly on the screen in front of you, your thumbs working at the controller in your hands, jaw clenching and your brows are knitted.

“Psst! Pssssst!”

Mark stares out of his window, hands braced on the pane as he waits for you to turn him.

Dorkish grin plastered on his face and when you face him, your grin doesn’t mimic his.

And the lack of your crinkling eyes, your rising cheeks makes his brows knit and he swallows.

“Hey, what’s wr—”

Your hands move to shut the window, shutting the curtains and effectively, ignoring Mark.

He swallows again. Hard.

Your face… it was so cold. No warmth, not a lick of kindness in the way your brows were knitted. No amusement. No offer to play alongside you. Mark’s throat tightens and there’s a lump there. So, so very heavy and he trudges out of his bedroom, eyes glossy and wet.

You haven’t closed your window in roughly 12 years.

Why now?

Mark steps down the stairs, his footsteps just a bit too slow to be normal and Debbie raises her gaze from the book in her hands, pristine brows furrowing in confusion.

“What’s wrong, honey?”

“I— I don’t know, Mom…”

T🌼A🌼G🌼L🌼I🌼S🌼T

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[seaslugandscylla]

I don’t have Roblox or know lore, but I love the design of this fishy bastard. So miserable, so irritated, so sassy, so fishy in the most fishy way. However, my brain infected with biology overthinking forces me to think too much about his inefficient way of nutrition. Too long digestive track, two stomachs, too many intestines, two digestive enzymes sets, two metabolism rates and two absolute different dietary needs. But only one teeny-tiny human mouth through which he can eat his fill. No way to satisfy the sea serpents belly when the maximum size of his bite is a big sandwich, yet even if they have the jaw like a snake the snack must be small enough to pass his esophagus and to fit in the human belly. Probably his constantly hungry and slightly malnourished. Poor guy. Also the very human side yearns for greens and their fancy vitamins, delicious chlorophylls and carotenoids. Still needs them though, avitaminosis is not cool or pleasant. He hasn’t eaten a broccoli for who knows how long and dreams about it hoping some idiots sent to him has one to give away. But not sure if the rest of the body is as keen on leafy goods. Maybe it would demonstrate against? Who knows? I only know that the menu of fish part includes only meaty dishes in XXXXXXL size. The orange carotene might not be welcome down there. The true irony of the fate. He’s so tragic character…so I gave them an ability to cook soup and a big pot. Now he can keep the semblance of normality and safe warm meal in the abyss

Here are some of my thoughts about most interesting notes cause my brain

[crabsnpersimmons]

Clip: well maybe it would be easier if you didn't have big meaty claws! crabs: well these claws are only good for attracting mates* *cute robots

so while i was struggling with my creative block, i was trying out new hobbies to fill the void and i decided to try out crochet

i

have not yet learned to enjoy crochet

but hey, Clip's here to be a... support? (show off?) at least he's surrounded me with amigurumi plushies of dear friends. see if you can recognize them all!

i'll put the tags under the cut

from the left to right, top to bottom:

@linafoxoficial - purple fox sona plushie

@inkydoughnut - crochet donut

@itsmuffiiee - sona plushie

@cacaocheri - cherry sona plushie

@eggcromancer - egg sandwich sona plushie

@normal-about-the-dca - beetle sona plushie

@scarredlove - blue mug plushie

@starriegalaxy - star sona plushie

@divinit3a - Pomeranian plushie

@enduu115 - sona plushie

@random-tail - kie kie plushie

[2-dsimp]

I want to tie up Temothy and ride him until his balls are empty, maybe tease him by edging him a little bit here and there

『Featuring how to prep up your yandere bull hybrid for a rodeo』

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Cw: NSFW 🔞, Fem reader! Titjob, blowjob m! Receive, praise, overstimulation, Temothy being a messy stud, copious amounts of precum,

PSA Reminder: Before you get to riding your Assistant Temothy you must first go through the precaution of pregaming your bull for maximum performance✨

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"Fuck y-yes…You're driving me i-insane with how p-pretty you look s-struggling to fit my cockhead inside that t-tiny mouth of yours b-buttercup!”

Temothy whimpered under the sensation of your lips barely wrapped around the leaking head of his penis. The feel of your tongue sliding along the underside of his oozing bulbous tip. Caused the bull hybrid’s hips to jerk erratically against your tits of which you sandwiched his monstrous cock around.

And he was tearing up from the softness enveloping his pulsating length. Barely refraining from tossing his head back and groaning since he’d much rather fuck into your breasts. While looking down at you in a teary sinful manner to spout bold filthy praises as opposed to how timid he usually is around you.

"Y-you're sucha sweet cowgirl…. Always takin care of your Bull~ Makin sure t-that my h-heavy balls are e-emptied out of all the precum I’ve got backed up in my s-system first. before milkin me of every drop of my thick bull cum!"

Without warning the Bull Hybrid rocked his meaty dick forward sharply pushing past your mouth. So that his cockslit rubbed against your small pilant tongue. Coating it in rivets of sticky fluids, the amount he was spurting inside of your mouth damned near made your cheeks puff up like a chipmunk.

His breath hitched into a low pleased moo from the sight of his precious darling boss. Before he begrudgingly pulled his hips back from your plush lips not wanting to drown you in his spend. And instead opted to shower you in a translucent spray of his thick congealed pregame.

“Mmh—Shit I’m so sorry darlin, f-fer makin such a big mess in your office b-but you like having your gorgeous s-skin covered in my m-milk right? My little heifer?"

Temothy apologized unevenly, sniffling from how fucking overstimulated he was from the revelation. That his throbbing shaft was actively covering you, his boss, in his creamy pre-spunk. The Assistant’s heart hammered loudly within his heaving chest in a rambunctious rhythm. As shaky pants escaped his lips, while he stared unblinkingly at your body.

Getting painted all over in ropes of glistening pre-ejaculate. His swollen testicles twitching violently as his every nerve ending release seemed amplified by ten fold. With every splatter of his seminal fluid against your breasts, face, thighs, and hair. Leaving you utterly dripping from the sheer backlog he possessed.

[the-cosmic-cauldron]

Astrology Observations 08/14/2024

 

 

Your Moon Sign and Favorite Food

 

Aries Moon: fast food, snacks, children’s food, steak.

Taurus Moon: Old-fashioned home-cooked meal, hole-in-the-wall restaurant, baked goods

Gemini Moon: snacks, frozen food, pizza, ethnic cuisine

Cancer Moon: baked goods, soul food, curries, pasta, breakfast food.

Leo Moon: Chain restaurants, pizza, fruit, quality meat meals

Virgo Moon: Tea, coffee, seafood, mothers infamous dish, savory foods, chicken

Libra Moon: steak, high-rated restaurant food, fruits, soups, sandwiches, ethnic dishes

Scorpio Moon: Fried food, meaty dishes, fast food, spaghetti, orange juice, seafood

Sagittarius Moon: ethnic cuisine, hole-in-the-wall restaurant, savory, chips and salsa/guacamole, burgers, soda

Capricorn Moon: coffee drinks, pasta, spicy foods, BBQ, pizza,

Aquarius Moon: Candy, fast food, ethnic cuisine, fried food, cereal

Pisces Moon: Chocolate, baked goods, meats and cheese, your family cooking, spaghetti

 

Your Venus Sign and Toxic Trait

 

Aries Venus: Liking someone because you haven’t interacted with them yet.

Taurus Venus: Catfishing in the beginning and then looking homeless throughout the relationship

Gemini Venus: Talking to people because of boredom

Cancer Venus: Acting unbothered by your interests even when you feel so deeply

Leo Venus: Punishing your person when they don’t give you enough attention

Virgo Venus: Being petty when your person can’t read your mind (all the time)

Libra Venus: Falling in love with two people at one time

Scorpio Venus: Convincing people they’re crazy when you actually are

Sagittarius Venus: Wanting to cheat or fuck around when boredom sets in

Capricorn Venus: Making up for your mistakes with gifts

Aquarius Venus: Trying to convince other people to not have any boundaries

Pisces Venus: Saying love is unconditional and then putting conditions on your love

 

 

Why Your Friendships Ended By Your Mars Sign

 

Aries Mars: They tried to outdo you.

Taurus Mars: They tried to get you out of your comfort zone.

Gemini Mars: They were too clingy.

Cancer Mars: They tried to use you as their punching bag.

Leo Mars: They tried to outshine you.

Virgo Mars: They tried to make you do everything.

Libra Mars: They were causing you too much internal conflict.

Scorpio Mars: They couldn’t connect with you after awhile.

Sagittarius Mars: They were too boring.

Capricorn Mars: They were a user.

Aquarius Mars: They wanted you all to themselves.

Pisces Mars: They made no effort to be your friend.

[writerasss]

Planets in the Second House and Your Food Choices: What Astrology Says About Your Appetite

The second house in astrology isn't just about money, values, and possessions—it's the celestial kitchen of your chart. This house governs your mouth, taste, and what feeds your soul through food. When planets take residence here, they flavor your eating habits, cravings, and even how emotionally connected you are to food.

So, what does your cosmic recipe say about you?

Sun in the Second House: The Royal Eater

The Sun here craves food that feels grand. Think rich, traditional dishes, bold spices, and warm, golden flavors. People with this placement often have pride in their food choices maybe even a little snobbery. They gravitate toward cuisines that make them feel like royalty at the dinner table.

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Moon in the Second House: The Comfort Craver

This is the emotional eater. With the Moon here, food is love, nostalgia, and therapy. These people lean into soft, creamy, home-cooked meals dishes like kheer, mashed potatoes, or milk-based desserts. They eat with their heart and often turn to food when moods fluctuate.

Mercury in the Second House: The Snack Connoisseur

Fast talkers, fast eaters. Mercury in this house loves light, crunchy, and quick foods sandwiches, wraps, finger foods. These people are curious about flavors and often enjoy experimenting or talking about what’s on their plate. Grazing > big meals.

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Venus in the Second House: The Pleasure Seeker

Food is an art form to Venus in the second house. Presentation matters. Taste matters. Texture matters. These individuals gravitate toward luxurious, sweet, and beautifully plated meals. Expect an obsession with desserts, wine, and all things decadent.

Mars in the Second House: The Spice Fiend

Aggressive, intense, and never shy about flavour. Mars brings the fire spicy, meaty, bold dishes that dominate their menu. Think grilled meats, hot curries, and anything that kicks hard. Mars natives often eat fast and with purpose, sometimes even competitively.

Jupiter in the Second House: The Indulgent Explorer

When Jupiter sits here, there’s a love for abundance and variety. This placement leads to a deep appreciation for different cuisines big platters, feasts, and buffets. While their appetite for food is expansive, so is their waistline if they don’t watch that indulgence.

Saturn in the Second House: The Restrained Realist

Minimalist and disciplined, Saturn here creates a reserved palate. These individuals prefer simple, traditional, sometimes even bland food. Eating can be mechanical or health-conscious, and they may follow strict dietary routines or fast out of discipline.

Rahu in the Second House: The Obsessive Adventurer

Rahu is intense, unconventional, and often addicted to extremes. This placement loves foreign, exotic, or synthetic foods. Think instant noodles, processed snacks, and fusion experiments. There’s often a tendency toward bingeing or an over-dependence on specific tastes.

Ketu in the Second House: The Detached Diner

Ketu is all about withdrawal. Here, it can lead to irregular eating, disinterest in food, or spiritual dietary habits. These natives may fast frequently or forget to eat altogether. When they do eat, it’s minimalistic, clean, or sattvic more for function than pleasure.

[letternotekisses]

Hey, so I see you write for my husband Mauga a lot, and you did something for hazard…

I literally CANNOT STOP thinking about being sandwiched between them. Just crushed in those tits. The threesome that would LITERALLY break the bed

ohhh anon, your beautiful, beautiful little noggin!! this was a bit rushed but omg such a hot idea💞

Being in a relationship with both Mauga and Hazard would be the threesome that breaks EVERYTHING, let alone the bloody bed! Even just while messing around, jokingly wrestling each other over who gets to go first has the sofa legs creaking in agony. Hazard is admittedly a little more considerate of the furniture, but Mauga takes it as a challenge to bend you over every single surface until he can get it (or you) to break.

Also, the amount of food those two eat, you’ll be cooking seconds and thirds and freezing the fourths in case they get peckish again later. No need to make dessert, though, when they’re both looking at you over the kitchen island with heated gazes that tell you just what they have in mind for pudding. (Spoiler alert: it’s you.)

Not only are their appetites large, their libidos are just as insatiable. Both of them typically catch you off guard, sharp grins splitting their faces and bearing their pointy canines until your back is met with a wall of solid muscle, smushed comfortably between their humongous badonkadonks until you’re dragging them both into the shower with flustered grumbles. Works every time.

(A lot of your trysts happen in the shower, as those two fuckers know how to make a mess.)

You’re often on your knees, their huge, hulking bodies blocking the light and most of the hot water. Heavy cocks resting over your face as you tentatively stroke one and lathe your tongue leisurely over the other, their breathing loud and hungry, chests heaving hedonistically as Mauga cups your head to coo down at you, guiding your movements. Hazard’s hair is slicked down by the water, giving him a deliciously disheveled look as your fingers struggle to connect around the girth of his meaty cock.

If not that, then you’re hoisted up by their conjoined strength and stuffed to the absolute brim. One on either side with their cocks bullied deep inside your soft, inviting holes, their movements so perfect in tandem that it has you drooling against one of their chests, all fucked out. And yes, both of them whisper sweet nothings into your skin, growling and grunting about how they’re going to breed you so fucking full.

Life with them is just as sexy as it is fucking expensive. 💞

[clancycatears]

NSFW ALPHABET (Soap ver.)

soap masterlist - nsfw alphabet template

soap's version of the nsfw alphabet! where we go through a multitude of sex topics from a-z to determine what a character is like in bed. :)

cw: MDNI (18+), written with m!, f!, and gn!reader in mind, canon-typical swearing, degradation and a smidge of praise, dirty talk, thigh worship, johnny is a freak but we all knew that (he’s a sweetheart when he wants to be), oh yeah he's definitely a himbo too.

a/n: time for the freakiest of the 141. is that even a debate??? i also changed d from dirty secret to dirty talk. because dirty talk is awesome.

; 2.1k words.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Okay, I can’t lie. Johnny is all for the act rather than aftercare, sooo he isn’t the best at it. But he means well!!! Emotional aftercare is where he’s at, rather than the physical.

He’d roll over to his side and pull you into his chest, peppering you with kisses to your face, shoulders, and scalp, while murmuring both sweet and cheeky praise to you while catching your breath.

Honestly, he doesn’t know what to do until you tell him. You need a drink? Oh, oopsie, he’s getting it now!!! A towel to clean up? Aw, but I wanna look at the mess we made just a lil’ longer!!!

It’ll come with time.

B = Body Part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite body part of his has to be his arms. Because god DAMN!!! Those things are MEATY!!! He loves to flex just to show off his hard-earned muscle (and because he knows you like it). Those arms could be classified as a bloody weapon. “Needa lift, bonnie?” Yes, sir.

His favorite body part of yours are definitely your thighs. This man is a goddamn animal when it comes to your plushy thighs. He’ll be squeezing, caressing, kissing, EVERYTHING!!! He loves, loves, loves them so much that sometimes you’re convinced he favors them over you.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Johnny is a messy guy. It’s inhuman when it comes to how many loads he can hold. He doesn’t care where it goes, as long as it’s out and he can get another round in.

D = Dirty Talk (are they mean? are they sweet? how do they talk to you while doing the do?)

Johnny is a filthy, mouthy bastard. Not only can his tongue work like magic, but it can also string a nasty line of dirty talk.

Don’t be me wrong, though, he’s definitely got some sweet talk in him. He just saves it for foreplay and the afterglow instead.

“Ye like that, don’t ye? Slutty wee thing, takin’ every inch like y’were made for it.”

“Christ, listen to ye. Makin’ those sounds just f’me. Y’want ery'one t’hear, don’t ye? Greedy bonnie.”

“So good f’me, always so fuckin’ lovely.”

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Johnny has several bodies I fear, more than two sets of hands to count for (25+). He was a big player in his early years for sure.

He absolutely knows what he’s doing every time. In just a night or two, he’ll already have you all figured out. What makes you squirm, whine, moan, and come all at once.

Foresight is everything when it comes to Johnny. A keen observer, he is.

F = Favorite Position (this goes without saying)

Dude is a doggy style veteran. His classic and go-to. Just to watch your ass jiggle as he’s rutting (maybe with a tiny smack in between). He’d be grabbing and kissing until your skin bruises. Maybe he'd occasionally bend right over you and kiss your shoulders, while also dragging his cock deeper into you just to earn a gasp from you.

The sandwich, too. He loves to watch his cock disappear with every thrust, your body shine with sweat the longer you go, and hold your legs in a grip you can’t move from. Perfect view to watch his seed drip out.

Definitely has it for a lot of over-the-counter positions, too. Freaky mf. He'll have your hands crossed over your lower back to keep you in place, unable to move while he just uses you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Oh, Johnny is definitely a silly guy. He’d crack jokes left and right while literally rearranging your guts. I fear he can never lock-in 100% when it comes to sex.

Even if you’re trying to focus, he’s distracting you. Gets a laugh out of you every time, because it spurs him on.

And you know he’s gonna be rating how he was from 1-10 every time.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Johnny isn’t the shaggiest, but he keeps a decent bush down there. Not bushy enough to be prickly, but still a little bush nonetheless. Honestly, he’s a bit of a hairy guy under his uniform, but he shaves semi-often.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Johnny treats intimacy like it’s earned, because he’s never been the type to actually love. So when he’s actually got heart eyes for you? He’s all in.

He’s a fuckin’ animal when it comes to sex—but when it shifts to something slow and steady, he can be almost reverent. Slow, methodical kisses and touches, breathy grunts, the whole package. Buuut you’d only get this in later rounds, not the first.

J = Jack Off (masturbation headcanon)

God, Johnny is a chronic masturbator. Once he’s got alone time and aching hard-on, he’s fixing it. Dude is so mean to himself, because he literally edges just to get a bigger load out.

Poor thing, really, because he’d rather be fucking you stupid!!! But alas, he’s miles away in a foreign country while you’re home alone!!! Wanking it is the way to go (and he does it very often… think every other night).

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Y’all. Johnny is a freak. Freakiest thing in the 141. I have so many kinks I know he’d have, but we’ll stick to three.

Biting and hickies. What the fuck, Johnny? He bites with every chance he can get. Your shoulder during doggy, your neck in missionary, your thighs while going down on you… Dude wants to leave his mark for days.

Cockwarming. After a round, he’d sit nice and still in there just to plug what he gave you, before he’s already got another hard-on. Your warmth is what spurs him on. He definitely cockwarms outside of sex, too. Before bed, in the morning, during a little snuggle while watching a movie… And then he’s bucking his hips and getting right into it because he has no self-control.

Cum play. He’s using that shit as lube, swapping it through your tongues, and getting it in every hole he can. What can I say? Dude is messy.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Of course the bedroom is a favorable spot, that goes for everybody. Though with Johnny, I think it’d be an even split between the bed and the couch.

In the shower, too, because again, he’s a messy guy. Easy spot to clean right up after the deed.

Oh, and maybe some cramped spaces like a closet or under a table. Honestly, he can go at it anywhere if it means he's getting off with you.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Oh dear. Johnny is a sucker for touching. Not light touching like Kyle, any kind of touching.

Squishing his muscle while he’s flexing? Kissing you senseless. Running your hair through his mohawk? He’s nipping into your neck to give you a hint. Straightening his collar when he’s dressing up? Oops, looks like it’s suddenly too hot on him and he needs to take it off.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Johnny is a freak, we all know this, but he’s got clear boundaries, and he’d sure as hell respect any and all of yours.

As for his, breathplay and choking. Absolutely a no-go for him. Hand necklaces, yes, but no pressure whatsoever. He’d never want to cause you harm like that.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

This man gives like a man starved. No kidding, he’s ravenous. Doesn’t even care if he’s grinding into something while doing it; his focus is on your taste and nothing else. Oh, and he can be messy. Your arousal will stick to his lips and make his chin glimmer, and then he's swiping his tongue around like a dog licking its lips.

When he does receive (which is very rare because he prefers the other way around), he’s vocal about it. Grabbing the back of your head while crooning a “fuckin’ ‘ell” that borders between a groan and a whimper. Dude would be on cloud nine.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Definitely a fast and rough type of guy. He’s slow and sensual when he really gets into the moment. Every time he takes you doggy style, he’s fucking like a dog. No argument there.

But if you’re tuckering out or getting overstimulated, he’ll slow it down and get all nice n’ sweet for you, dragging his thrusts so you feel every inch of him. It'll quiet you down, much to his dismay, but your pleasure and comfort matters too much for him to really care about your volume.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Johnny’s always down for a good quickie. Location doesn’t matter to him, if you express you need some relief, then he’s giving it to you in seconds. Don’t blame him for the mess, though, he doesn’t carry condoms very often.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Unlike most of the 141, I think Johnny would be down for public sex (with the exception that it’s hidden somewhere, like a bathroom stall or storage room). When it comes to the bedroom, anything rough would be a no for him, but anything else is game.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

This man has an unholy amount of stamina. Three rounds is what you’re getting minimum (given that it’s spread throughout the day sometimes). Seriously, how does this man do it??? Are we sure he’s human???

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Honestly? None. He’s got enough energy and stamina that he may as well be classified as a vibrator himself. He thinks toys are silly, and he’d rather keep them out of the bedroom if you have your own.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Johnny teases. Over, and over, and over. While away on deployment, you know he’s gonna be texting you a “miss how you felt the other night. can’t wait to come home ;)”

He’ll be teasing until you’re begging for relief. Definitely a chronic edger when it comes to foreplay. You buck your hips or gasp when he gets too close? He’s slowing down just to hear you whimper before starting back up again.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Okay guys, hear me out… Johnny is a whimperer. AND a moaner. He can be loud. We love him for that. Grunts, groans, whines, pants, huffs, the whole deal. He’s letting you know just how much he’s enjoying this from not only his touch, but his volume, too.

W = Wildcard (a random headcanon for the character)

SFW headcanon—Since he loves when you touch him, he obviously loves it even more when he returns the favor. Physical touch is his primary. Especially with shoulder massages (which he isn’t really good at) and hugging you at any time of day.

NSFW headcanon—He loves to go to sleep naked with you. Not just for sexual purposes, but also for the intimacy that comes with it. He finds it easier to fall asleep like that (while also sneaking some cockwarming in there).

Johnny is absolutely a top. Switching between hard!dom and service!top. The only time you’d top him would be from your annual cowgirl.

Oh, and ass vs. tits? He’s a sucker for both, but leans more towards tits. He loves to squeeze those things like they’re stress balls.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Short and girthy all the way. 5.3in (13.4cm) when hard, and 2.5in (6.3cm) when flaccid. Prep is everything when it comes to sex with Johnny, because honestly, no amount of it will really ease the stretch. Uncircumcised.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Johnny is always raring to go. Doesn’t matter the time or day. He’ll go all night if he can. Dude has the stamina of a horse, and the yearning of an animal in heat.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Given his crazy amount of stamina, and when he’s spent, he’s passing out instantly. When you need aftercare, he’ll be a little groggy. He’ll get you a towel, handing it to you before flopping down and shutting his eyes. Next thing you know—he’s snoring.

Of course, he'd wake up in the middle of the night, wrap his arms around you, and hold you firm against his toned chest as a silent apology. He feels so bad for falling asleep, but he can't help it!!!

༝ TABLE OF CONTENTS: ALEJANDRO // ALEX // FARAH // GAZ // GHOST // LASWELL // NIKOLAI // PRICE // RUDY // SOAP // VALERIA

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[lovelyghst]

something about the way könig wraps both his arms around your entire frame and cages you in as he fucks you in prone…

something about his meaty biceps, which have surpassed the width of your skull, constricting around your own as his equally impressive forearms are pressed tightly to your front, sandwiched between your bared chest and the mattress. occasionally palming at your cute tits greedily, maybe even coming up to wrap around your exposed neck and dig two fingers into your racing pulse point.

each snap of his hips pushing all the remaining air from your lungs in sharp huffs that turn into whines the harder he goes, causing you to claw at his arm in some attempt to urge him to slow down as you drool all over your pillow. sometimes it works, and other times he snickers sweetly before cooing to his pretty girl that he knows you can take it.

you always immediately change your mind and pout about it when he does listen to you, anyways.

something about the manner in which he pants and grunts in your ear so shamelessly with every time he bottoms out in your tight cunny, sucking him in and treating him so well despite the painful stretch. his groans mingling with your strained, soft whimpers so prettily, and so pornographically. next time, he murmurs into your temple, he’ll have to put this on film for when he’s far away from the home which is your sweet, sticky cunt and pliant body beneath him.

and finally, there’s just something in the idea that he could crush you where you lay, so easily. the fact that you’d be helpless against his strength not fleeing from your thoughts no matter how fucked-out you become, the knowledge that he’s far past the achievement of strong enough incessantly swarming your naive mind. the mean-sounding german he mumbles against the back of your head making your tummy flip in its place, reminding you that he’s in power, and that anything is a possibility when he’s in this sort of headspace.

but maybe that’s why you like it so much; he doesn’t, and he never has, even when he could. and that makes you all the needier for more, and he utterly adores you for how much you trust him.

instead, he snakes a hand below your belly and wrings you dry of countless messy orgasms, forcing your overworked body to convulse and come around his cock until you’ve ultimately lost your voice and he can fuck his warm spend deep into your waiting core.

because he’s a sweetheart like that, but only for you.

[wtfdemother]

NSFW - MDNI 👑

cw: fluff, thigh riding in the middle of the night

His eyes snap open, body tensing on instinct from your subtle, needy movements. You were trying to be discreet, to soothe the ache below the navel without disturbance but alas. The thick, meaty arm around you tightens its hold, König throws a leg over your hip, caging you in while he sandwiches the other between your legs. He can feel his dick tighten in his boxers as you grind against his thigh again, softer this time. “Baby...”

He buries his face in your hair, slowly inhaling the scent of your conditioner, taking you in, making his head spin from the sweetness. His heart races as he tries to calm himself, but it's difficult with the way you're subtly seeking friction against him. He flexes the muscle in his thigh, rubbing more deliberately against your covered heat.

He kisses your hair, his breaths growing heavier, more ragged. König guides you with a hand splayed under you, the pressure slowly building. He's careful not to go too fast, letting the warmth slowly trickle down your belly, relishing the quiet whimpers you made in the crook of his neck. “Shhh… I know, I know.”

He makes you cum on his thigh, feeling your pussy throb on his bare skin, your slick covering his hairy leg riding out your lip biting orgasm.

A groan slips past him, he feels his control gradually decline. König rolls you onto your back, peppering kisses where he could. One hand reaches between your legs, almost peeling your panties to the side before pressing two thick fingers against your soaked entrance. “So fucking wet already…” he mutters approvingly moments before pushing his fingers in, finding little to no resistance.

Your toes curl from the delicious stretch, head falling back blissfully onto the pillows. He gently cups the side of your face, capturing your lips in a soft, languid kiss. His tongue slowly slides inside your mouth, committing your taste to memory.

His palm bumps repeatedly against your clit, you try bucking your hips to get more friction onto your swollen nub but König catches on too quickly, “Nein, Schatz, have patience…”

He fingers you slow, grinding the inside of a calloused hand over your sopping cunt. “I have to prepare you for my cock, you know this. Shhh, just a little more.” He speaks with such confidence, so secure in himself that you can’t help but flutter your eyes shut and enjoy the slow burn, letting it consume you whole.

He pecks you on the forehead, a knowing smile passes between you two when you open your eyes again, safe and sound while he holds you tight. König furrows his brows in concentration, slowly sinking himself into your warmth. Silky walls hug every vein that protrudes from his girth, soothing his every nerve like a balm as he slips in and out of you.

He makes love to you, taking his time despite the growing need for more, his tongue lazily exploring the depths of your mouth while he swallows your moans, marking your neck in kisses and bites.

Once he spills himself deep inside, König collapses on top of you, feeling your pussy pull him deeper with every squeeze, every throb from your new orgasm. He doesn’t pull out, refuses even to do so, he just wants to hold you tight until you both fall asleep in each other’s arms.

[beelzebubsboyfriend]

leona kingscholar HC’s for dating an deer beastman reader.

As we all know, Leona loves to sleep, so it’s pretty certain that he would love cuddling you, because your cute fluffy nub tail that brushes up against him when he is trying to fall asleep just has the uttermost effect on him, making him purr every single time like an adorable house cat!

Leona has your name in his phone titled as: ‘’the cutest herbivore.’’ Because of your aborable deer features, that make his tanned cheeks brighten up with redness and his lips curl up into that mischievous smirk, that u oh so love.

Leona oftentimes will see u being teased by the other beastmen Savanaclaw. you cannot fathom the anger this lion beastman feels in the pit of his stomach when he sees the other dorm members teasing you for your ‘’pointy ears’’ or your ‘’weak and sensitive personality’’ usually he let this slide because you could always take their insults and dish it back out, but the last straw for him is when the one time he seems them attempt to even lay their measy hands on you, the rage behind his green eyes is evident. He’s quick on his feet to be infront of u, bearing his fangs at the first year beastmens as he towered over them, they then all scurried away like cowardly dogs, leaving just you and Leona, he then grabbed your smaller hand tightly vowing to u he would never let anyone else talk down on you again.

Leona will share food with you off his plate as if to strengthen your frail frame, he does it subconsciously most of the time, placing the items he doesn’t like on his food, on your plate he hadn’t really realised that he was doing it until one time he had asked ruggie to fetch him a meat sandwich,when leona took the box from ruggie and retreated to his room with you on his bed reading a book, he was very eager for the meaty sandwich as he had been anticipated , just for them to be the wrong thing, instead an cheesy salad sandwich, a scowl appeared on his face as he looked at the sandwich’s contents, he then looked at you with his green eyes and smirked gleefully, passing the box to you, he began watching you munch down on the sandwich, his green eyes looking you up and down, all he could think was how lucky he had been to have found someone like you?

now, this may be controversial but, Leona sometimes will have the urge to take a bite out of you, he just can’t resist your smell at times, just tasting u a bit more, just feeling your warm blood on his tongue, while he continues devouring you whole, your souls forever intertwined together where nothing and nobody can tear u apart because you are one, he knows he shouldn’t do it though because it will hurt you, and he knows he could NEVER hurt you, so he instead likes to leave marks on your neck or shoulder, and some “gentle’’ bite marks on your wrists just to let all the other students at NRC who you truly belong to.