Collared Supervillain
for @displacerghost
Tag: nsfw
splat
I’m officially the kind of person* that looks at this and takes it as confirmation that Megamind’s genitalia is internal/retractable, almost certainly NOT in his crotch (look at the detail the suit shows where his legs join, but not between them), and that the belt is almost CERTAINLY gentalia protection instead of, you know, holding up pants.
So, basically, this image is 100% compliant with @setepenre-set descriptions (which place the ventral slit “starting a few inches below his navel and ending at the bottom of his pubic bone.”)
* The kind of person who is horny, obsessive attention to detail, and fascinated by biology.
This is honestly one of the (…many) images/clips I looked at when trying to figure out what Megamind’s genitalia should look like lol!
I keep thinking of a scene in the Code: Safeword universe where these two utter nerds roleplay as something from Star Wars- where he is from the Empire and she is a Rebel fighter who he captures and he has to “interrogate her.”
Imperial Entanglements
Roxanne, securely restrained, watches as Megamind places each of the objects he intends to use in a neat line on the metal table. He looks up at her with a wicked smirk and her breathing picks up. He must notice her reaction, because his smile widens.
“Why don’t you tell me the location of the Rebel base now, Commander Ritchi?” he asks, voice smooth and persuasive. “You know you will, sooner or later.”
Roxanne raises her chin.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she says.
He raises an eyebrow.
“Oh?” he says. “So unfortunate. It would have been easier for you if you had cooperated, Commander.”
“Easier for you, maybe,” Roxanne says.
His grin turns sharp and he picks up the first of the objects.
“Oh, yes, easier for me as well,” he says. “But much less fun. And I have confidence that I can make you talk in the end.”
Roxanne writhes in near-ecstasy, tugging uselessly at her restraints. So close, so very close–almost–
Megamind, evidently seeing the signs of her impending climax, lowers the setting on the toy he’s using. Roxanne gives a little scream of frustration and he laughs, damn him.
“Tell me the location, Commander Ritchi,” he says.
Roxanne curses at him fluently.
“Aren’t you ready for your torture to be over, Commander?” he asks. “All you have to do is tell me.”
“I–I–”
Panting, Roxanne gazes up at Megamind–who’s looking very hot and flustered, his face flushed and the collar of his Imperial uniform slightly loosened. She licks her lips and his eyes follow the movement.
“–let me go,” she says.
Megamind blinks, surprised–not by the words, but by the tone of confidence, she thinks.
She licks her lips again, tilts her head, arching her neck. Megamind’s eyes track that moment as well, before snapping up to hers again.
Roxanne smiles at him, slow and deliberate.
“Let me escape,” she says, “and the two of us can go there together.”
Megamind’s eyes widen.
After an exciting escape which involves Roxanne convincing Megamind to defect to the Rebellion, the two of them ‘stealing’ weapons then running and hiding all throughout the Lair from imaginary Imperial troops, commandeering a ‘spaceship’, battling their way through an attack by Imperial starfighters, and finally arriving safely at the Rebel base, Roxanne admits to herself that perhaps that roleplay session got a little bit away from them.
But neither of them mind, so it doesn’t really matter.
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