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A Villainous Anniversary (NSFW)
🕑 Added 2022-07-12 19:07:29 +0000 UTCCould you write a mxm nsfw story about a supervillain that catches and 'gift's the hero to their supervillain lover so that the two might 'share' them? Like, the supervillains are uber terrifying and the hero's all bloodied and beaten up from the fight/chase?
(WARNING: Take care of yourselves with this one peeps, given the requested premise it is non-consensual between the heroic and villainous parties. I'm not super graphic, but also...this one's probably not for everyone.)
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“When you said you had a surprise for me….” Conan let his gaze trail, slow and ravenous, over the hero’s form. The supervillain bit his lip. It was no coy thing, shy and flustered.
Lycus grinned.
The hero strained against the shadowy tendrils coiling around his wrists and ankles, keeping him spread and exposed and writhing uselessly in the air above the bed. His laser-eyes were covered by a thick sleep mask firmly secured in place, mouth gagged, and his ears blocked by noise cancelling headphones; the poor sweet thing had no idea they were there yet, even though he knew exactly who had taken him. The exhausted fear and distressed pleasure that radiated off his bruised and stimulated body was delicious. For a moment, the only sound was the hero’s gasps and quiet moans, lost as he was in his own unique torment.
“He’s been here since this morning,” Lycus said. He kept his hands in his pockets, playing at casual, more concerned with watching the way Conan took a step closer, drawn, already undoing the zipper of his trousers. “I did mean to show you sooner, but, well.” Lycus shrugged. It had been a busy day. And it wasn’t like the hero could come without permission, so no harm no foul. “~Surprise!~”
“He’s been like this the whole time?” Conan tipped his head back and groaned with cruel delight. His eyes, already dark with heat, were entirely swallowed up by pupil. “God, I love you. That’s evil.”
“I thought it was very kind of me, actually,” Lycus said, “to give him something to distract him from the pain. Give him time to adjust to his new life purpose.”
Conan managed to wrench his stare away just long enough to glance back at Lycus, with a look on his face that said (despite the exquisite display before them), Lycus was the single best, hottest thing he’d ever seen.
Lycus winked back. “Go on then, love,” he said, voice dropping low with his own hunger. “Happy Anniversary. You can decide how we start.”
Conan whirled to face the hero again, with a breathless laugh. He paused for just a moment longer, before he reached out and stroked the hero’s bound cock.
The hero yelped, jolting away – or, at least, he tried to. His head snapped up, even though he couldn’t possibly see them, his already ragged breath quickening desperately. Several half-furious and half needy sounds followed as Conan petted him leisurely. Lycus wondered if he was crying beneath the blindfold. He hoped so. The hero certainly would be, by the time they were done.
After teasing the hero for a little while, Conan reached out and plucked the headphones off so that the hero could hear them.
“I can’t quite decide,” Conan said, in the same casual voice that Lycus had used earlier, “if I want to make him come now and then scream through it all being too much when we start having some fun with him, or leave him wanting until the little slut begs.”
The hero shook his head, another muffled whimper on his lips, even as the words clearly had some other kind of reaction too, however reluctant. It made them both grin again. There was a reason, after all, that Lycus had picked this particular hero over all the aspiring do-gooders dashing around the city in too-tight suits.
Lycus thus stepped closer too, to the hero’s other side, pressing a kiss to the hero’s jaw, overwhelming from every side.
“You’ve always got time for both,” he murmured. “I mean, look at him. It’s not like it will take him long either way. He’s clearly enjoying being our toy. Why else would he be so hard for his enemies?” He bit down hard, and used the hand in his pocket to make the devices buried in the hero buzz all the more, relishing the frantic symphony he received in response. The dear hero barely seemed to know what to put his focus on.
“Pathetic little hero,” Conan cooed. “It’s embarrassing, really.”
Lycus licked over the blood he’d drawn, soothing he wound, as the hero shuddered. “At least he’s pretty.”
A deep flush burned on the hero’s cheeks. He yanked at his restraints again, and of course it didn’t do anything, but it was fun watching someone so powerful reduced to being so beautifully helpless.
Conan hummed, amused, and continued to stroke. “He’ll be even prettier soon, I wager.”
The hero tried to say something. It may have been ‘please’.
The two of them exchanged glances, over the hero’s shoulder, winding serpentine around their panting prize.
Five years they had been together.
“Okay, okay, I’ve decided,” Conan said. He dispelled the tendrils keeping the hero from his release idly. He spoke to the hero for the first time. “You’re right, darling. We shouldn’t be so mean to you. So unfair, so...presumptive! You've saved the world. You're more than a little toy to us bad guys. You deserve respect, right?"
Lycus felt the hero’s pulse skitter up, felt his muscles tense. He caressed the hero’s side, oh so soothing.
Hesitantly, the hero gave a shaky nod.
“Exactly. So, if you,” Conan said, all wicked velvet, “can manage the next five minutes without…mm…releasing yourself, obviously we’ll release you. Let you go, I mean. Safe and sound. Most people can last five minutes. You’d have to really be made for this not to.”
God, Lycus loved him, just as much if not more than he had five years ago. His grin grew.
“What do you reckon, hero? After all-“ Conan’s hand job was less leisurely now, more an expert rendering of hero’s into mush and putty. He held Lycus’s eyes, every inch the smouldering and magnificent carnage that Lycus so adored, and gave a particularly devastating twist of his fingers. “Ah.”
The hero had come.
"God." Lycus turned the toys up again. "So eager. That was, was that even a minute?"
"My love," Conan sighed, "I don't think it was even thirty seconds."
"He's clearly ready for something bigger."
The hero whimpered.
It was good to spice up even the best relationship, wasn’t it?
