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sexual fantasy with unspecified partner || you still only get one!

❝I have way too much time to just fantasies in prison.❞

❝So we start off fighting like we always do. I goad them into getting a bit rough,❞ he waggled his brow suggestively, ❝And while they’re choking me, I see they’re clearly getting aroused too. I start rubbing them off with my leg, watching their eyes go unfocused. They cum in their pants before pulling me into a rough and bloody kiss. Each touch a fight for domenance, pulling their hair as they groan and cry out. Biting each other and leaving marks. Just fucking rough and hard in an abandoned lot.❞

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sexual fantasy with unspecified partner || accepting

❝So this one always starts at a party. One of those ones with the masks.❞

❝I’m wearing some elaborate costume with all the frills and a beautiful mask. I appear as the crowd parts around me and they are awestruck. We dance, me never saying a word. Finally, they beg for my name and I fling my mask off as I declare it. The brain bots swoop in to take care of the party as I take them into my arms and steal them away via a pull rope through the roof.❞

❝The cling to me all the way up, heart fluttering over the revelation of feelings and forbidden love.❞

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sexual fantasy with unspecified partner || accepting

❝Oh, this is a naughty one.❞ 

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❝I return to Evil Lair to find it dark and quiet. As I’m looking around, a silk cloth gets pulled over my eyes and I’m forced back into the kidnapping chair. Legs spread wide as they start their evil monolog about luring me in and turning the tables on me. To get me back for everything I put them through and describing my future torment in agonizing detail.❞

❝Cutting open my suit and using the Vibrator of Destruction on my tender flesh. After I’ve become a ruined mess listening to their promises of more while the device does its work, they push me down and start up the Pummeller, smothering my shouts with their own arousal. I drink them in, it seeming endless, my holes sore and stretched. Only for them to promise worse next time with a properly evil laugh.❞

Meeting would be great… maybe, if I could ever get past how shy I am (see me hiding behind anon). I know that sounds bad when I asked about a 1 nighter, but the idea of what you might say & a possible yes are thrilling. I mean I can talk/flirt shamelessly this way, but… I’ve been hurt something fierce in the past, & actually meeting terrifies me. If that makes sense? Like, I will say things that I REALLY want to do, but then I freak out… Do you know what I mean?

❝I’d say I understand better than you could know, but maybe you do know?❞

❝Trust… is a very hard thing to give. Masks give us a feeling of safety. Anno-nimity. Even when they aren’t physical masks,❞ he pulled his cape around him, a protective shield even if only a mental one, ❝Layers of protection to make sure no one can hurt you again,❞ he frowned, realizing he was starting to sound like the therapist he always ignored whenever Warden dragged the man into the prison.

❝Being… vul-nerable, taking away the things that protect us from getting hurt again,❞ the images came to mind so easily, anytime he left the Lair without his spikes and de-gun and villainous banter. Whenever he left the Lair as Syx and not as Megamind. It was terrifying no matter how much he wanted the thing that made him just put on a pair of jeans instead of his combat ready suits. He wrapped his arms around his chest, protected from view with his cape, ❝I’ve learned recently that even heroes hide. Must be human nature,❞ his lips quirked in humor and bitterness but he was finally starting to accept he was perhaps more human-like that he’d been lead to believe growing up.

Oh god… I’m… I’m sorry… I didn’t… I didn’t mean for my ask to come across as a “kink”… I would find you incredibly sexy even without the big head & blue skin. Those are, I dunno, like, extras? on the attractiveness meter. I didn’t stop to think about how what I wrote might sound. It was not meant as “sex with the evil blue alien”. More like, “one night with the gorgeous hottie, who is WAY out of my league”. The fantasy is who you are, not what you are. *is so embarrassed*

❝Thank you? For the clarification,❞ he fidgeted with the top of his glove, ❝Actually responding to fan mail-❞

❝And talking to people,❞ Minion added helpfully.

Syx sighed exasperatedly, ❝Thank you, Minion. Is still rather a learning experience. One night stands as a concept make me uncomfortable. But uh…❞ he glances over to Minion’s shrugging and encouraging motions, ❝It’s come to my attention that I need to engage with more people. So meeting wouldn’t be out of the question?❞

You know… I think your are so damn sexy. With that blue skin, those big expressive green eyes, those long fingers…. and the way you move and the way you project yourself, that whole evil persona… makes me so hot. Would you ever consider having a one night stand with someone just to fulfill their fantasy?

❝Okay, villain cape off for this one.❞

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❝All through growing up I got one of two usual reactions. Disgust or kink. To this day I’m not sure what’s worse. If I’d want to I could go on the inter-webs and have one night stands lined up for weeks. I am quite aware of certain… hentai and fetish sites,❞ not that he’d admit to enjoying some of that material himself, ❝Including very interesting… art… of myself. Minion tells me this happens to all celebrities. Even villains. I really wish I could forget the one I saw of me and Psycho Delic,❞ his blue face paled and he shook his head, there just wasn’t enough brain bleach. 

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❝The point is,❞ he took a deep breath, ❝No. I’m not a kink. I’m not a toy. I really still don’t understand why I have a fan club. I’m the bad guy. Devilishly handsome though I may be. I’ve been used before. I won’t ever be again. Fan or not. I only take lovers to bed and those are the ones I trust to see me as a person first. Not just a sexy pair of legs and a large head.❞