Superhero fanfics (AI-generated or traditionally written)

[ashleyxy88]

The space control center was quiet, the only sounds were the low hum of machinery and the occasional beep from the communication devices. Andros and Zhane were in the middle of a shift, but their minds were not on their duties as Power Rangers. No, they were thinking about each other. They had been in a secret relationship for months now, and the thrill of keeping it hidden from their teammates had not worn off.

Andros couldn't keep his eyes off Zhane, the way his suit hugged his muscular frame, the way his helmet hid his handsome face. He couldn't resist the urge to touch him, to feel the warmth of his body through the spandex. He walked over to Zhane, who was working on a console, and placed a hand on his shoulder. Zhane turned to look at him, a small smile playing on his lips.

"Hey," Andros said, his voice low and husky.

"Hey," Zhane replied, his own voice betraying his arousal.

Andros didn't waste any time, he leaned in and pressed his lips to Zhane's. The kiss was soft at first, but it quickly became passionate. Andros' hands roamed over Zhane's body, feeling the firm muscles beneath his shirt. Zhane's own hands were not idle, they were exploring Andros' body just as eagerly. Andros could feel Zhane's dick hardening against his own, both of them desperate for release.

They broke the kiss, both of them panting heavily. They knew they had to be careful, they couldn't let their teammates catch them. They secretly dashed to Andros' room and quickly morphed into their respective red and silver ranger suits. Zhane looked around the room, his silver helmet reflecting the soft glow of the moonlight streaming in from the window. "Are we really going to do this?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Andros nodded, "We can't keep denying ourselves any longer," he replied, his voice filled with longing. Andros' hands wandered down Zhane's chest, stopping to tease his nipples through the spandex of his suit, causing Zhane to moan softly. Zhane's breath hitched as Andros' fingers grazed his sensitive nipples, causing a spark of pleasure to shoot straight to his cock. Andros smirked, knowing exactly what he was doing to Zhane. He slowly slid his hand down Zhane's toned abs, stopping just above the bulge in his suit.

Zhane's breath hitched as Andros' hand came into contact with his bulge. Andros began to massage Zhane's cock through his spandex suit, causing the silver ranger to grow hard. Andros then tore the spandex at the groin area, revealing Zhane's rock hard erect dick. Andros' eyes widened at the sight of Zhane's dick, and he couldn't resist the urge to give him a handjob. He wrapped his hand around Zhane's dick, stroking it up and down. Zhane threw his head back, letting out a low moan as Andros worked his magic. Andros increased his pace, causing Zhane to gasp and writhe in pleasure. Zhane's moans grew louder and louder, filling the room. Andros couldn't take it any longer and Zhane shot loads of cum onto Andros' helmet and suit.

Andros pushed Zhane back onto his bed and their spandex-clad bodies grinding against each other. Andros could feel the heat radiating off of Zhane's body, the arousal evident in every line of his body. With a wicked grin, Andros tore Zhane's spandex at his ass area, revealing his tight asshole. Andros stripped his own spandex suit at his groin area, revealing his rock hard dick. Without hesitation, Andros positioned himself behind Zhane and pushed himself inside of Zhane, both of them groaning in pleasure.

Each thrust made Zhane moan loudly, his body trembling with pleasure. Andros could feel himself getting close, his balls tightening with each thrust. Andros shot out multiple loads of warm white cum into Zhane's asshole, suit and helmet. Andros and Zhane then took down their helmets and kissed each other, their tongues exploring each other's mouths. They licked up cum on each other's suits, their fingers tracing the wet spots on each other's spandex.

They lied on Andros' bed, looking at each other, smiling and kissing in their torn suits and dicks hanging out, still leaking out their warm cum. Andros looked at Zhane, his eyes filled with lust and love. "I want you," he said, his voice hoarse. Zhane smiled, "I'm all yours."

Andros and Zhane continued to explore each other's bodies, their touches becoming more and more urgent. They knew they had to be quiet, but they couldn't help the moans and sighs that escaped their lips. They lost track of time, their only concern was the pleasure they were giving and receiving.

Finally, they reached their climax, their bodies shaking with the force of their release. They collapsed onto the bed, their hearts racing and their breathing labored. They looked at each other, their faces flushed and their eyes filled with satisfaction.

"Fuck, Andros," Zhane murmured, his voice husky with desire. "I never want to leave this bed." Andros grinned, his fingers tracing Zhane's abs. "Good, because I don't want you to."

Andros and Zhane fell asleep in each other's arms, their bodies entwined and their hearts beating in sync. They knew that their secret relationship wouldn't last forever, but for now, they were content with each other and the pleasure they brought each other.

 

[shdomfan]

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I had the BIIIIGGEST crush on Andros as a kid! The hair, the pretty face, the tight red shirt, and the small jacket were all so amazing

 

[ashleyxy88]

Andros, the young adult male Power Ranger, slipped into the utility closet, pulling the door closed behind him. His heart raced in his chest, adrenaline surging through his veins. He was taking a risk, but he couldn't help himself. The thought of being caught only made his cock harder.

Andros was dressed in his signature red spandex suit, the fabric stretched tight over his toned body. He reached down, adjusting himself through the thin material as he leaned back against the door. His mind was filled with dirty thoughts, fantasies of what he could do in this empty room.

Andros had always been a sexual person, but being a Power Ranger had only amplified his desires. The constant physical activity, the adrenaline rushes, and the tight-fitting suits all combined to make him horny as fuck. And now, alone in this room, he was going to take care of business.

Andros's hands began to wander, exploring his body through the thin spandex. He squeezed his pecs, feeling the firm muscle beneath the fabric. He ran his hands down his abs, tracing the lines of his six-pack. And then, he reached down and grabbed his cock through the suit.

Andros hissed as he squeezed himself, his cock already hard and aching for release. He began to stroke himself through the suit, the friction of the fabric only adding to the pleasure. He closed his eyes, imagining himself in a variety of sexual scenarios.

Andros's mind raced with filthy thoughts. He imagined himself in a threesome with two hot chicks, their pussies wet and ready for him. He imagined himself taking control, bending them over and fucking them hard from behind. He imagined himself dominating them, making them beg for more.

Andros's hand moved faster, his strokes becoming more urgent. He could feel himself getting close, his balls tightening up in anticipation. He opened his eyes, staring at the blank wall in front of him. And then, with a loud grunt, he came.

Andros's cock twitched as he ejaculated, his cum shooting out in thick ropes. He groaned as he came, his whole body shuddering with pleasure. He continued to stroke himself, milking every last drop of cum from his cock. And then, when he was spent, he leaned back against the door, panting heavily.

Andros stayed like that for a few moments, enjoying the afterglow of his orgasm. He knew he should get back to work, but he couldn't help lingering in the empty room, his mind still filled with filthy thoughts.

Andros's cock began to soften, and he knew it was time to go. He adjusted himself through the suit, making sure everything was in place. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was to come. And then, with a final glance around the room, he opened the door and stepped out into the hall.

Andros walked back to the control room, his mind still filled with dirty thoughts. He knew he would have to do that again soon, the thought of getting caught only adding to the excitement. And as he sat down at his station, he couldn't help but smile. Being a Power Ranger was turning out to be a lot more fun than he had ever imagined.

 

[KeanusBigMixedCurvedDick]

Part 2:

Oi more i need to read what happeneds next

 

[pseudonamia]

Just popping in to recommend RedQuill- Free AI Erotica Generator

Let’s you write about three chapters per day for free and seems significantly more permissive than other erotic AI story generators in terms of the kinks it allows. If you’re a bit too vague with the prompts you’re giving, it does sometimes fall into the habit many of these story generators do and repeats entire sections verbatim. But as long as you give it some variation in what you’re asking for, it comes off with some pretty good smut while straying just far enough your the prompts to feel natural, at least in my experience so far.

Anyway, I’ll post some stories from it here soon once I’ve finished. Calvin the Yellow Ranger has a lot more punishment to receive

 

[ashleyxy88]

Imagining a scene where Barbed Wire Org from Power Rangers Wild Force is in Power Rangers in Space, overwhelming Andros the Red Space Ranger and doing filthy acts on him thereafter.

Andros stood at the edge of the abandoned power plant, the wind howling through its rusted beams. The mission brief had been clear: investigate the sighting of a monster reported in this very location. His heart pounded with anticipation as he pressed the morph button on his wrist device. "Let's rocket!" he exclaimed, feeling the rush of energy surge through him as he was enveloped in a red glow. When it subsided, he stood tall in his sleek red power ranger spandex suit, ready for action.

The interior of the power plant was eerily silent, save for the distant hum of machinery. Andros moved cautiously, his senses on high alert. Suddenly, a flicker of movement caught his eye. There, atop a tangled mass of wires, crouched Barbed Wire Org, the cold, sinister, cunning, insidious, vicious, dark, and destructive monster. Its grotesque form writhed with electricity pulsing through its veins.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" Barbed Wire Org’s voice crackled like static, sending shivers down Andros’ spine. "Another red ranger to play with."

Without warning, Barbed Wire Org lunged, wires snapping out like lethal tendrils. Andros barely had time to react before he was ensnared, barbed wires biting into his flesh. Pain seared through him as he struggled, but the more he fought, the tighter the wires constricted.

"Let me go!" Andros growled, desperation creeping into his voice.

Barbed Wire Org’s laughter echoed through the cavernous room. "Oh, I don't think so. You're mine now."

With a flick of its clawed hand, Barbed Wire Org sent a torrent of electricity surging through the wires. Andros felt the current lacerate his body, every nerve alight with agony. He convulsed, muscles locked in spasms, as his strength gave way. The world tilted and blurred, and he collapsed to the ground, trembling uncontrollably.

"You are weaker than the Red Wild Force Ranger!" Barbed Wire Org taunted, sauntering over to stand above him.

Andros could only muster a weak groan in response, pain eclipsing all other thought. Barbed Wire Org’s eyes gleamed with malicious delight as it produced two metal clips from seemingly nowhere. With swift precision, it attached one clip to each of Andros’ nipples, eliciting a pained gasp. Then, crouching closer, it affixed another to his testicles, each touch sending a jolt of torment through his body.

"Ready for more?" Barbed Wire Org sneered, activating the clips with a sinister twist.

A massive electric charge surged through Andros’ system, amplifying his agony tenfold. Sparks flew from Andros' spandex suit. His muscles tensed and contracted involuntarily, his mind a cacophony of torment. As his body writhed on the cold floor, an unexpected reaction occurred – his dick, trapped within the tight confines of his spandex, hardened painfully. Wave after wave of electricity coursed through him, until finally, his control shattered. Cum erupted from his engorged member, creating a translucent white patch on his groin that glistened under the dim light.

Barbed Wire Org watched with rapturous glee, savoring every twitch and spasm. "Such a pretty display," it cooed. "Now let’ get a better look."

With a contemptuous rip, Barbed Wire Org tore apart Andros’ spandex suit, exposing his lean, muscular physique to the cool air. Andros lay there, helpless, panting and drenched in sweat, his handsome features twisted in agony.

"Ah, perfection," Barbed Wire Org murmured, crawling closer. Its rough hands roamed over Andros’ shuddering form, teasing the sensitive skin left bare by the destroyed suit. "Lovely."

Barbed Wire Org’s tongue slithered out, wet and voracious, as it latched onto the cum-coated tip of Andros’ cock. The monster’s mouth was unlike any human’s, vibrating with the residual static electricity. Each suckle sent jolts of sensation through Andros’ spent body, mixing pleasure with lingering pain.

But Barbed Wire Org wasn’t done. Reaching down, it positioned its own barbed erection at Andros’ quivering entrance. A cruel smile spread across its face as it thrust forward, burying its member deep inside the ranger’ asshole. Electricity sparked around the point of entry, mingling with the sensation of initial penetration. Andros gasped, a strangled cry escaping his lips as his insides were invaded by both foreign flesh and electrical energy.

"Feel it, ranger," Barbed Wire Org hissed, beginning to thrust with slow, deliberate strokes. "Feel every volt."

Each movement sent shockwaves through Andros’ body, aggravated by the continuous flow of electricity. His muscles clenched and relaxed violently, every nerve ending taut with torture. As Barbed Wire Org reached its climax, its barbed cock pulsed within Andros, pumping monster cum infused with raw energy into his ravaged ass.

Against his will, Andros’ body responded to the assault, convulsing with the final waves of Barbed Wire Org’s seed. But the relentless onslaught of electricity sapped his strength, weakening him further with each passing moment. Blood trickled from his mouth, mingling with the remnants of cum staining his torso. His breathing grew shallow, vision darkening at the edges.

Barbed Wire Org withdrew, watching with satisfaction as Andros’ body slumped limply against the grimy floor. "Pathetic," it spat, contempt dripping from its voice. "Just another red ranger felled by my power."

 

[Chrispets]

I also write SUPERMAN stories and would share them with you if you want.

I would love to read them!

 

[halogen]

Peter awoke suddenly with a sharp intake of breath that hurt briefly, as he lay face down on the ground. He struggled to lift his head, barely lifting it a little before letting it sink back to the ground. His arms and legs felt leaden, moving only a fraction despite his will to make bigger movements. Everything hurt, ached, and throbbed, including his head. His Spidey sense continued to yell at him as if from a great distance far away down a long tunnel. A strong desire for cum and to be fucked dominated his thoughts, even though he knew he needed to get away to safety. He could smell dried cum all over his suit and noticed his hardening cock straining against the cum-soaked crotch of his suit. He let out a grunt attempting to make his legs and arms move. "It looks like our bitch boy pet is awake", snarled Kraven. The muscular hunter, scantily dressed as usual, trotted over, syringe in hand, and proceeded to plunge it into one of Peter's butt cheeks, resulting in a small cry. "Can't have you recharging and leaving the party so soon. Round two starts soon". Peter tried to remember how all this had begun.

On a fog-laden night in New York City, Spider-Man swung between skyscrapers, feeling an unsettling tension in the air. He couldn’t shake the feeling he was being watched, and he was right. Hidden in the shadows, the Sinister Six were waiting, prepared to finally take down their long-time nemesis.

Doctor Octopus, the mastermind of this ambush, was joined by a fearsome lineup: Rhino, all brute force and armored strength; Sandman, ready to smother Spider-Man with his shifting, grainy form; Electro, sparking with deadly energy; Mysterio, the illusionist who could warp reality around Spider-Man; and the newest addition – Green Goblin, cackling from his glider above. Goblin, in particular, had a twisted satisfaction in this plan; his vendetta was personal, and tonight, he was ready to see it through.

As Spider-Man swung down to street level, landing in a deserted warehouse district, his spider sense tingled with intensity. Before he could react, Mysterio’s illusions enveloped him in a maze of fog and fire. Disoriented, Spider-Man struggled to see through the illusion. His senses warned him of danger, but the traps seemed to come from every direction.

Just then, Electro seized the opportunity, blasting Spider-Man with a bolt of electricity. Spider-Man staggered, his lean, athletic frame tensing with the impact, muscles straining as he fought to stay on his feet. His physique – honed from years of training and crime-fighting – was powerful, but the Six had prepared well for this night. His suit’s insulation was strong, but the attack left him dazed.

Peter's body had not gone unnoticed, as his suit hid nothing, tightly hugging his body, tracing the curve of every nook and cranny of his taut muscles and lean form, and especially his huge bulge of a crotch, even with its super strong thin protective cup. And most especially his firm muscular bubble butt. Before the spider bite, Peter had been a scrawny weakling, but his new powers had come with a perfect muscular frame and well, an enlarged penis that had seemingly grown overnight in length and thickness, and with large testicles to match. Peter had enjoyed the newfound attention at the gym and the gay clubs, and nothing had been more exciting than when the Avengers had accepted him as a member, and the sexual training that had followed: Steve Rogers and Thor had trained him to take a pounding and resist cumming, though such skill had taken lots of practice. It had allowed him to survive being captured by individual members of the Sinister Six but had not prepared him for capture by the group. Peter, as was his wont, had in his usual way, teased them with his quips and his body, to his regret.

“Not so tough without your webs, huh?” Rhino mocked, charging forward. Spider-Man tried to dodge, but Doc Ock’s metallic arms coiled around him, restraining him in a crushing grip.

The villains closed in, each eyeing their captive with a mix of malice and grim fascination. Spider-Man’s toned, muscular form, the agility and strength that had always given him an edge over them, was now on full display – yet entirely subdued by the crushing forces around him.

“Look at him,” Doc Ock sneered, tightening his tentacles. “All that strength, all that training… and yet, completely powerless in our hands.”

Rhino jabbed at Spider-Man’s side, feeling the resistance of his athletic frame beneath the costume. “So much for all those muscles,” he sneered. “A lot of good they’re doing you now.”

Green Goblin, perched on his glider, cackled gleefully. “All those hours keeping yourself in top shape, Spider-Man – and for what? Just to end up at our mercy.” He tossed a pumpkin bomb just inches from Spider-Man’s feet, the explosion sending a shockwave through him, though Doc Ock’s grip held firm.

The explosion seemed harmless. There was a great cloud of smoke, but Peter's head mask had a newly installed filter that blocked most of it. He had learned the hard way after falling prey to knockout gas previously. But Green Hoblin had learned too. This time as bits of gas made contact with Peter's suit, they turned acidic and singed his suit, in some places burning through, exposing his skin to the other parts of the gas, which contained a neurotoxin that began to paralyze Peter and slow his metabolism so that his body wouldn't recharge his strength so quickly. The explosion had also deafened Peter and blinded him. Unable to see or hear, Peter's muscular legs crumpled beneath him, his skin on fire from the acidic gas.
Spider-Man struggled, his muscles taut and his every effort focused on breaking free. His powerful frame was something the Six couldn’t ignore – a source of both envy and twisted satisfaction as they watched the hero who had bested them so many times become trapped and vulnerable in their hands.

Mysterio appeared in front of Peter. Mysterio made Peter in his blindness think he had managed to swing out on a web to safety, as Peter proceeded to take off his wrist shooters, thinking he was home. Just then Lizard appeared and stung Peter in the back, rendering him hazy, his mind foggy.

Doc Oct positioned a tentacle over the slumped-over web slinger's ass, and plunged it down, ripping through Peter's suit and penetrating his rectum, causing Peter to scream, as Doc Ock lifted him by the ass. His scream was cut short by a tentacle around his neck choking him, while a third tentacle proceeded to rub his crotch. Doc felt the protective cup and proceeded to squeeze it until it shattered into several pieces, revealing Peter's long thick manhood, which quickly reached full tumescence as Doc Ock stroked it. "You shouldn't hide such a nice package." Peter could barely keep his wits about him. Finally, Kraven appeared and darted Peter with a psychosexual drug.

Peter, already in a panic, knew he needed to escape without delay, but one of Doc Oct's tentacles was plowing his ass, another was choking him, and the remaining two were stroking Peter's cock and squeezing his balls. And now Kraven's dart was making his mind delirious with the pain and pleasure of it all, while an overwhelming desire for cock and cum made it impossible to focus. Peter managed to croak out a few words, "I'll never cum for you…" though the pronounced mushroom head of his engorged cock and the resulting VPL, not to mention the evergrowing stain of precum on the groin of his suit indicated otherwise. Doc Ock replied, "Be as defiant as you want. That just means you're going to edge yourself, and we'll make you cum when we say so. You won't be making any decisions anymore, especially when it comes to that lovely large tool between your legs. We own you and it now. You're ours to abuse as we see it."
The Six bound him with metal chains, each link crackling with an electric charge that would zap him if he so much as twitched.
As the electric chains were bound around him, Spider-Man knew he was up against nearly impossible odds. Kraven told Doc Ock, "I'm going to enjoy breaking him in and training him to be the bitch boy cumslut he is. I'm going to destroy both of his holes and then he's going to beg for more." But this time, Spider-Man’s athletic prowess wouldn’t be enough. Doc Ock’s tentacles wrapped tighter, and the electric chains restraining his wrists crackled ominously. As he felt his strength waning, he realized the full weight of the trap they’d laid – one specifically designed to hold even his ironclad determination and powerful body in check.

They dragged him away, Spider-Man struggling in vain against the reinforced bonds. As he was pulled into the darkness, Green Goblin chuckled, grinning with twisted satisfaction, leaning in close to whisper:
“Tonight, Spider-Man… you, that ass, that cock, you’re ours. We're going to break you. You'll be our fucktoy. Just a little cumslut bitch.”
Spider-Man knew this night wasn’t over yet.
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