Superheroes (AI-generated)
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SeaArt Is the generator I use.
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Kryptonite used to control Superman — on stage!
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Title: The Hunter's Web
The jungle was still. Even the birds seemed to sense the trap laid beneath the canopy.
Spider-Man moved silently, his suit clinging to the contours of his body as he crept through the thick foliage. He’d been tracking a series of disappearances in the area—wildlife vanishing without a trace, and rumors of a man with eyes like a panther and strength to match. He should have known.
A whisper of air, a blur of movement—and suddenly, he was airborne, wrists bound by ropes that glimmered faintly with some strange energy. They weren’t normal ropes. His strength meant nothing now.
He dangled for only a moment before the hunter stepped from the shadows.
Kraven.
Bare-chested and powerful, he moved like a predator, every step calculated. His gaze locked on Peter, hungry—not just for victory, but for something deeper.
"You always swing into danger, Spider," Kraven said, his accent thick with velvet menace. "But today, the hunter finally tames the spider."
Peter’s heart pounded—not just from fear. Kraven stepped closer, his fingers brushing over the suit’s chest emblem, tracing the spider symbol. The touch lingered.
“You’ve always intrigued me,” Kraven murmured. “So wild… yet so beautiful in your struggle.”
Peter's breath caught as Kraven pressed in close, the heat of his body radiating through the thin fabric of the suit. Despite himself, he felt the flush of arousal, tangled with adrenaline and the thrill of being caught.
"You don’t need to fight, arachnid," Kraven whispered. "Tonight, you’re mine."
The jungle was still. Even the birds seemed to sense the trap laid beneath the canopy.
Spider-Man moved silently, his suit clinging to the contours of his body as he crept through the thick foliage. He’d been tracking a series of disappearances in the area—wildlife vanishing without a trace, and rumors of a man with eyes like a panther and strength to match. He should have known.
A whisper of air, a blur of movement—and suddenly, he was airborne, wrists bound by ropes that glimmered faintly with some strange energy. They weren’t normal ropes. His strength meant nothing now.
He dangled for only a moment before the hunter stepped from the shadows.
Kraven.
Bare-chested and powerful, he moved like a predator, every step calculated. His gaze locked on Peter, hungry—not just for victory, but for something deeper.
"You always swing into danger, Spider," Kraven said, his accent thick with velvet menace. "But today, the hunter finally tames the spider."
Peter’s heart pounded—not just from fear. Kraven stepped closer, his fingers brushing over the suit’s chest emblem, tracing the spider symbol. The touch lingered.
“You’ve always intrigued me,” Kraven murmured. “So wild… yet so beautiful in your struggle.”
Peter's breath caught as Kraven pressed in close, the heat of his body radiating through the thin fabric of the suit. Despite himself, he felt the flush of arousal, tangled with adrenaline and the thrill of being caught.
"You don’t need to fight, arachnid," Kraven whispered. "Tonight, you’re mine."
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Title: "Crushed Beneath the Crest"
The asphalt radiated heat beneath him, but it was nothing compared to the burning in his chest. Superman—once the symbol of indestructibility—now knelt, breath shallow, limbs trembling.
The glow of kryptonite pulsed from the device clutched in Lex Luthor's hand, casting an eerie green light across the Man of Steel’s face.
“Well, well,” Lex purred, crouching down, his tailored suit immaculate even amidst the chaos. “Even gods fall, given the right pressure.”
Clark gritted his teeth, one gloved hand clutching at his side. His iconic suit stretched taut across his frame, the emblem of hope now slick with sweat and dirt. He looked up, defiant even in weakness.
“I won’t… give you the satisfaction.”
“Oh, but you already have,” Lex whispered, reaching out and placing his hand against Superman’s chest—right over the S. The pressure wasn’t cruel, but intimate, possessive.
“Look at you,” he continued. “Brought to your knees. Vulnerable. You think power is what makes you special. But it’s your restraint, your code… your mercy.”
Superman’s breath hitched as Lex leaned closer, their faces inches apart. The kryptonite throbbed between them like a shared heartbeat.
“I could destroy you,” Lex murmured, “but that would be too easy. No, Kal-El… I want you to feel this. Every second of helplessness. Because even gods deserve to kneel.”
Lex’s fingers lingered, tracing the edge of the emblem before sliding away. “And deep down, maybe… just maybe… you’ve always wanted to.”
Superman looked away, jaw clenched. He couldn’t answer. Wouldn’t. But in the heat of the moment, the tension between them was a flame that neither would fully extinguish.
The asphalt radiated heat beneath him, but it was nothing compared to the burning in his chest. Superman—once the symbol of indestructibility—now knelt, breath shallow, limbs trembling.
The glow of kryptonite pulsed from the device clutched in Lex Luthor's hand, casting an eerie green light across the Man of Steel’s face.
“Well, well,” Lex purred, crouching down, his tailored suit immaculate even amidst the chaos. “Even gods fall, given the right pressure.”
Clark gritted his teeth, one gloved hand clutching at his side. His iconic suit stretched taut across his frame, the emblem of hope now slick with sweat and dirt. He looked up, defiant even in weakness.
“I won’t… give you the satisfaction.”
“Oh, but you already have,” Lex whispered, reaching out and placing his hand against Superman’s chest—right over the S. The pressure wasn’t cruel, but intimate, possessive.
“Look at you,” he continued. “Brought to your knees. Vulnerable. You think power is what makes you special. But it’s your restraint, your code… your mercy.”
Superman’s breath hitched as Lex leaned closer, their faces inches apart. The kryptonite throbbed between them like a shared heartbeat.
“I could destroy you,” Lex murmured, “but that would be too easy. No, Kal-El… I want you to feel this. Every second of helplessness. Because even gods deserve to kneel.”
Lex’s fingers lingered, tracing the edge of the emblem before sliding away. “And deep down, maybe… just maybe… you’ve always wanted to.”
Superman looked away, jaw clenched. He couldn’t answer. Wouldn’t. But in the heat of the moment, the tension between them was a flame that neither would fully extinguish.
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He came to destroy the earth....
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One ass at a time.
One ass at a time.
No shorts on Earth would be able to contain that.
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