#💉. Burning with Desire !?
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soldierofheaven · 1 day ago
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This post is gonna be about a call for us to act. If you are not ready to receive harassment, you do not have to partake. This is for people who can. Stay safe out there.
I want this post to be about being loud and proud about our identities. We are here, and we’re staying. You cannot erase us. You cannot silence us. We should fight for what we believe in. I encourage my fellow radqueers to make Youtube videos. We will not be stopped.
I think after this radqueer video drops we should welcome respectful antis. We should teach them our point of view. What turned us radqueer. Why we believe in this. I encourage people to talk about their identities. Plus maybe even what led them to believe they are that. We should take this as a teaching moment.
In my opinion, if you are to receive harassment, you should be respectful. This is to show that we are the bigger people. Keep your cool out there. What do I think being the “bigger person” looks like? A lot of things. You can sit there and turn it into a teaching moment. Of course, you do not have to do this. It could definitely fall on deaf ears. What I hope though is that it doesn’t only land on those. I’m sure it will go to people who are willing to learn. What else does being the “bigger person” look like? Walking away. You do not have to give them that attention. Another thing I would consider is turning hatred into love. Make it positive! You can do this several different ways. Black it out! Tell the anon you care about them. Fight fire with water. Be kind, guys.
Please be careful with this! I really want to keep this community safe out there! If you cannot handle something, back away. We will always love and support you. We’re all together in this. Please take care of yourselves. This will be a difficult time for all of us. We need to keep our heads up, and be the better people. Keep your cool!
Anyone can interact with this post. This is for all radqueers. We are together in this. 💉. Burning with Desire !? - reblogs
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This is a bit of a warning to the rq community, so tw for antis and the like. I'll keep it below the cut, but I do consider this to possibly be kinda important
There was just an upload by a youtuber by the name of "The Internet Investigator" with 189K subscribers about a consang relationship themed blog, along with briefly looking into the tag and another blog
Obviously, as antis always do, the entire thing is negative. I only really clicked on it because I was genuinely surprised that it used the term "consang" rather than "incest" like usually used by antis
The reason I bring this to the attention of the community is that they very much did mention the radqueer community in the video and mentioned possibly looking into us as well
This is obviously going to bring a lot more harassment from antis, and the youtuber DOES straight up reveal both the username of the consang account, as well as just outright showing uncensored screenshots
I feel like it might be wise to possibly keep a bit of an eye out, just in case. If they're willing to blatantly show accounts, it might be best to try and private blogs if you feel that you might not be able to take the flood of harassment that's unfortunately inevitable to come
It's annoying having to hide honestly, and I don’t wanna make it seem like we need to suddenly go underground because some anti decided to publicize things. Only do so if you feel like this might upset you. Knowing antis, it'll probably be triggering to some
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bitchcorpse · 2 years ago
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My sign-offs.
a —–- 💉.
m —–- 🔪.
m —–- 🎀.
m —–- 🩰.
m —–- 🍬.
r —–- 🌀.
s —–- ❔.
Sign-offs about him:
a —–- 🔥.
c —–- 🩸.
e —–- 🩻.
h —–- 🪐.
k —–- 🧪.
m —–- 🏍.
s —–- 🎩.
s —–- 💤.
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solar-wing · 1 year ago
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⚣ Captor & Captive 🦍
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Check out Parts One💉 & Two🔥!
⚣🦍 A/N → The final installment! Fair warning. For those who read the original version, this one is going to be completely different. With my updating and revising the previous parts, this is the ending I originally pictured but decided to not go with at first so I hope you all enjoy it. As mentioned in the last part, the full NSFW version will be posted to Patreon. WARNINGS: MALE INTERSEX READER. Canon-Typical Violence. Bondage & Gagging. Manhandling/Rough Treatment. Emotional Feelings. Some Comfort&Fluff Vibes, etc! All NSFW warnings will be on the full version.
⚣🦍 Summary → The moment has arrived. Conner's finally got you where he wants you and is ready to tear you apart from the inside (literally). However, a timely arrival from your friends could offer itself as a last chance to escape his grasp before he is able to claim his prize. Are your teammates up to the challenge though with the Kryptonian's increased strength and full powers?
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REBLOGS and replies are greatly appreciated, please! 💛
⚣ Full Version 🦍
⚣ ENJOY 🦍
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Today was really not your day.
How you ended up in this situation? No one knows, but what or who could you have possibly angered to have something like this happen to you? No punishment in the world you imagined could be as bad as that time you got in trouble for acting out in school and they called your dad.
He could be a frightening man when he wanted to be.
But nope, this outweighed that by so much. And the day started out normal as usual.
Well, as normal as possible for a young superhero with pyrokinesis who was part of an elite team of other young superheroes and vigilantes.
Usual shit, you know?
You woke up, got out of bed, and ate breakfast with your dad before running (flying) off to your university. Classes were boring, you and your buddies acted like goofy idiots all day, and you burned a few kids on the ass for being assholes to other students. 
At the end of the school day, you made up an excuse of why you couldn’t hang out with your friends before rushing off to the abandoned photo booth/zeta gateway in an alleyway of your city to meet up with your team. The second you got there, Batman called you all into the mission room to give details of Professor Ivo’s newest schemes before sending you all off in the bioship to discover what he was up to.
Arriving at the abandoned warehouse where Ivo was sighted, it wasn’t long before things had gone from calm to chaotic. The dusty and dirty building was filled with a bunch of brand new boxes that contained an army of laughing MONQI robots, Ivo’s annoying little robotic henchmen.
It was a trap, one you realized a little too late when you got nabbed by a couple of the laughing androids. Superboy came to your rescue only for you to realize the set-up was for him when he got injected with a purple serum. After you got your bearings, you managed to trap Ivo and take out the last androids, but Conner was out clean, and you had no idea what they had done to him. 
Red Tornado was able to deduce what the mysterious liquid was when Conner woke up after you all returned to Mount Justice and he began acting very aggressive and animalistic towards you. Let’s just say your scent was ‘desirable’ to him, and he was very keen on keeping it and you to him as long as possible along with other things. Details aren’t needed, but from many of his actions, the wind-controlling android figured the Kryptonian was injected with a hormone-boosting solution.
Its intended use was for him to turn into an angry, instinct-driven savage and kill you and your friends. Thankfully, you knocked the vial out of him before it could be fully administered, but his instincts were still amplified. Only instead of a murderous beast, he became the superhero version of a horny and aggressive brute dead set on fucking you stupid.
Thankfully, your friends and mentors intervened and managed to get you away from ‘Caveman Conner,’ as you dubbed this new persona. However, he did not make it easy for them at all as apparently, that serum made him extremely possessive as well, leading to him holding you captive on his shoulder like a potato sack while fighting your friends and mentors like they were world-class villains for attempting to get you away from him. 
Whether that was a Conner trait before the injection or one that was created after was something you didn’t think about though, considering he acted nothing like this when he was with M’Gann.
This entire ordeal led you to discover Batman’s apparent insurance policy for the Kryptonian, in case he or Superman were to ever go rogue. It made you wonder if the superhero had backup plans like that for all the other members of the league, your meta and magical teammates, or even you.
As far as you knew, there wasn’t anything that could counter your powers as long as you weren’t extremely cold. And it wasn’t like there was a member in the Justice League who shared similar abilities to you that Batman could test something out on. But, of course, as cruel fate would have it, the Dark Knight did indeed have an insurance policy for you which Conner had discovered and taken advantage of after shutting off the electricity and luring you to the garage hangar when you and he were alone after everyone had left out.
With the power and communications off in the Cave, your powers nullified and the dark-haired boy’s own amped up since he apparently unlocked his full Kryptonian abilities due to the effects of the serum, you were trapped inside, defenseless, and at his mercy.
Not only had he forced you back into the Cave after you almost escaped, but he smashed the panel that controlled the garage hangar door rendering it completely useless before proceeding to handcuff and gag you while giving a pre-show of his intended plans.
Now, you watched in anxious anticipation as the Kryptonian carried you down to the hall to wherever with plans to ruin your body for his own carnal pleasure.
Yep, normal shit.
Okay, you knew where you went wrong now; you got out of bed.
The tight pressure and soreness in your abdomen had become like a throbbing sensation with every step Conner took that would slightly cause a repeating push against your waist from your position on his shoulder. You did your best to keep your body upright to avoid the very familiar feeling of blood rushing to your head and swimming around in your ears, but it seemed Superboy was taking his good ole time and your upper body strength was getting weaker and weaker.
You also tried to keep your mind off the ache and tingles running up and down your arms as they rested against your back with the metal of the cuffs weighing them down. The Kryptonian chuckles at your futile efforts to escape his hold, with your weak squirming and struggling as he continued fondling the soft flesh between your legs with the same hand holding your thighs against his chest.
He loved the sounds of your muffled whines and cries, feeling like the most powerful person in the world as you were virtually helpless and at his mercy. You would not enjoy the boost to his ego that was guaranteed to happen, especially after his little preview of your night in the garage hangar which you prayed to whatever deity watching that the cameras throughout the base were powered down to and didn’t catch any of that on tape.
The last thing you needed was your friends reviewing the footage and seeing you get violently fingered against the wall and splashing a mess all over the floor.
Speaking of which…
WHERE THE HELL WERE THEY?
Kal, M’Gann, and Zatanna had left on a walk around Happy Harbor almost 20 minutes before you decided to pack your things and head out. Your fight with Conner, including his little pleasurable fun with you had to also have been at least 20 minutes itself. So, if you were doing the math right, it’d been almost a little over an hour since they had left. What, did they decide to make a stop in Gotham too? 
What the hell were they doing and why weren’t they back yet?!
Who were you even kidding though? Conner virtually made sure there was no way to get back inside the base without him knowing about it. And of course, if they did manage to make it inside, he’d be alerted well in advance and have time to do whatever with you before going to deal with him. 
Of course, you could fight or melt your way out, but with this stupid cooling bracelet on your arm, that wasn’t happening either. You were trapped inside Mount Justice and the only way you were leaving was if the Kryptonian allowed you to.
Why was that low-key kind of hot though?
Despite how embarrassing this whole ordeal felt, you couldn’t deny how erotic all of this was. If it wasn’t for the emotional mess this would eventually lead to, you would have played the role of the innocent and helpless virgin, ahem, victim from the beginning, no questions asked.
His possessive attitude, treating you like the most valuable piece of treasure in the world and not wanting anyone else to have it. The aggression and dominance in how he handled not just those who dared try and take you from him, but how he dealt with you and your ‘bratty’ behavior.
What’s that purring sound?
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Suddenly, Conner came to a stop. You tried your best to turn and see where you were before everything moved in a fast blur as the dark-haired boy turned to look at the two companions that were following behind.
“Stay.” He commanded in a gruff tone.
Wolf nodded at your captor, before planting himself right next to the door you were facing, Sphere going to the other side of it. The Kryptonian entered the room shortly after.
It was dimly lit by the red emergency lights of the Cave, and as the door shut behind you two, it became even harder to tell where you were. However, when you saw a few piles of clothes, some workout equipment, and a bin of tools in different areas, you quickly found the answer: Conner’s bedroom.
Well, at least he was considerate in choosing a more private place this time to have his way with you.
A part of you was excited at the thought of getting to have sex with your crush. But, the other side where logic and rationality were still speaking kept you apprehensive. When all was said and done and Conner (hopefully) came back to his senses, where would you and him stand?
You didn’t want to risk losing your friendship with the Kryptonian if it turned out he didn’t harbor any romantic feelings for you and this was some sort of anomaly. How could you both even work on the same team together if there was an awkward air between the two of you?
He walked across the room before you felt yourself being nudged up, one of his arms coming up to your back as he gently lifted you off his shoulder and deposited you onto his bed, a slightly relieved feeling running through you from the release of pressure on your abdomen. It was a surprising change of pace from the rough antics you were used to.
Conner brought his face directly above yours, staring into your own pupils with an expression that made you feel as if you were in trouble, which considering the previous events, you probably were.
What you didn’t expect was for his hand to rub down the side of your face in a soft caress, his calloused fingers somehow feeling soft to the touch. His eyes slowly traveled across your face, seemingly taking in every detail they could while you definitely did not snuggle your face into his hand.
You know what, you could have this moment. Just for a little bit.
Your soft whimpers were the only sound that was heard as the Kryptonian stared at your shiny, wet eyes before he leaned back up while his hands moved down to the front of his pants.
This was it.
The moment you fought so hard to avoid had finally come. You couldn’t deny the many parts of you that felt excited, the anticipation at knowing you were about to get something you’ve wanted for so long. Well, a part of something at least.
You could recall times when Conner and M’Gann were still dating and you’d feel jealous at the sight of her lips upon his. The Martian getting to touch and caress the Kryptonian in ways you thought you would never be able to. It was a bittersweet thought.
In the end, you did get to have something she may have never had (at least to your knowledge), but at what cost? When all was said and done, and the serum was fully out of Conner’s system, who said he would still see you the way he does now?
He could end up resenting you for tempting him with your desirable scent. Of course, that would in no way be your fault, but it was still a possibility. 
Just as much as it was possible that he actually may feel some sort of feelings for you. It would explain why he was attracted to you out of everyone else, especially M’Gann, and why he’d act so aggressively when anyone else would try to take you away from him.
It was a nice thought, but in your mind, it was highly unlikely.
Just as he was about to unzip his pants, the sound of mechanical whirring and things powering on hit your eardrums. Your sight was blinded for a quick moment by the sudden return of the ceiling lights, illuminating the room where you could spot more details and items you couldn’t before.
‘Someone turned the power back on.”
It would seem Conner had the same realization given the enraged look on his face as he looked around the room. He hopped off the bed, you watching his tensed muscular back as he marched to the door before yanking it open and leaning out. He stood there for a few seconds before turning around, the look in his eyes even more irate as he stomped his way back over to the bed which could mean a lot of things, but more than likely one.
Your friends had returned.
The realization brought immediate relief to your body, but you didn’t have much time to celebrate as the Kryptonian lifted you into his arms in a bridal hold. You fought back as hard as you could with a renewed fight and energy.
Your goal wasn’t necessarily to escape this time (though it was still your end objective), but more so to create as much noise and commotion as possible to alert your friends to your location. And though he’d probably never admit it, the Kryptonian had a much harder time holding you still as he walked you over to his closet which was surprisingly tidy, unlike the rest of his room.
He had to keep your legs still with you kicking wildly while placing you gently on the ground in the closet. When you were fully inside, he gave you a stern look. His way of telling you to be quiet or else.
You had no plans to adhere to that warning. The second he closed the door, you swung your body around as best as you could and started kicking your legs against the door only to almost get singed by the red blast of the Kryptonian’s heat vision.
He was searing the door shut like he did with the garage hangar door to keep you trapped inside, and more importantly, keep anyone but him out.
You’d almost forgotten about his upgrade in power with the serum unlocking his full Kryptonian abilities. Now, not only did he have super strength and invisibility, but he could fly, had full x-ray and heat vision, and inhuman speed.
Your friends had no idea what they were about to walk into. Even though you held your own against Conner for the most part, it was easier to try to escape than fight him head-on, and that was when he just had his normal abilities. It’d be almost suicide to try and fight him if he was fully equipped, which he was in more ways than one…
Hey! No dirty thoughts!
You could hear him zapping his bedroom door closed, creating two fortified barriers in the event someone managed to figure out where you were. Even if you kept kicking and knocking yourself against the wall, all you’d do is manage to hurt yourself. 
The only one who’d be able to hear you was Conner with his super-hearing which you’d bet money was enhanced as well from the serum.
Trapped once again and left in darkness, the only hope you now had was that your friends could subdue Superboy long enough for them to find and free you. Potentially, with all four of you, there could be a good chance of taking him down or if need be, calling Batman to find out where his supply of Kryptonite was.
‘C’mon guys, don’t fail me now…”
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“Do I even want to know what that mess on the floor is?” Zatanna asked, pointing to the wet ‘spill’ on the floor and pieces of clothing scattered near the wall.
“Probably not. What I want to know is why the door panel was not only smashed to bits but the entire door welded shut and the power shut off.” Kal said while inspecting the crumpled piece of machinery.
“Who do you think could’ve done this?” M’Gann wondered.
“I have my suspicions, but we won’t know until we check the medical wing or at least find Y/N if he’s still here.”
“I’ll go check the mission room and see if the Zeta Tube logs show any transports to his city.” The Martian volunteered.
Kal instructed her to go in stealth, just in case whoever did this was still here and watching them. He and Zatanna started searching the different halls and rooms, hoping to find something, anything that could help them figure out where their friends were and what had happened.
When they reached the medical wing, Kal's suspicions were confirmed the second they spotted the empty medical bed.
“Great, so if this was Superboy’s doing and he still has the serum affecting his mind, there’s no telling where he could be.”
“What if he followed Y/N home? Red Tornado said Conner was focused on…mating with Y/N. If he left before or right as he was waking up, he could’ve followed after him.” Zatanna said, a visible disgust coming over her face at the mention of the mating part.
“Then, why was the door blocked and the power off? He couldn’t use the Zeta Tube if the power was down. And would he even know how? Red Tornado said Conner's mental thinking was reduced to that of a primate. I’m not sure how much they knew about computers and gateway technology back then.”
“Guys!”
The two turned around to see M’Gann flying up to them with a distressed look while holding something in her hand. She was breathing hard while checking her surroundings before she looked at her two teammates and whispered something they couldn’t hear.
“Huh? Say that again.”
She huffed before checking behind herself. When whatever she was checking for was clear, she turned back and leaned closer, this time speaking a little louder but not loud enough for them to understand.
“I’m sorry, we still can’t hear you.”
The Martian girl rolled her eyes before they went wide with realization.
‘CAN YOU HEAR ME NOW?!’
Kal and Zatanna covered their ears in shock before giving an annoyed look to the green martian, “Yes, we can hear you, which ow, by the way.” Zatanna retorted.
‘Good. Sorry, and don’t speak out loud! He can probably hear us. Use the mental link.’ She instructed.
‘What are you talking about? Who can hear us?’ The sorceress asked, now also using the mental link as well.
‘Conner! He’s still here, and so is Y/N. When I went to the mission room, I checked the gateway logs and found the last transport going out to Y/N’s home city failed due to a power outage. Plus, his backpack was sitting next to the console.’
Kal and Zatanna's eyes both went wide as they looked at each other with realization.
‘Okay, kind of a smart move on his part. What better way to keep your captive from escaping than to lock them in an indestructible powered-down fortress?’ Zatanna said before something down the hall caught her eyes.
‘Indeed, a bit too smart for my comfort level. But, then why would Y/N seal the doors shut? He’s the only one who could weld it to the wall and floors like that.” Kal pointed out.
‘Guys…’
‘Maybe Y/N managed to escape and melted the doors to keep Conner from escaping.’ M’Gann suggested.
“Um, guys…”
‘Possible, but why was the panel smashed and why didn’t he come to find us?”
‘Guys! All legitimate concerns, I agree. But, we’ve got bigger problems!’ Zatanna shouted over the mind link before pointing towards the entrance to a very shirtless, very pissed-off Kryptonian.
They barely had time to react when Conner charged at them. He swung a punch aiming for Aqualad but only managed to hit the ground before they each ducked out of the way.
‘M’Gann, try and establish contact with Y/N now!’ Kal commanded while pulling out his water bearers to create twin swords.
‘Y/N? Can you hear me? Y/N, this is M’Gann!’
Not even a second later, they heard your voice screaming into the link, ‘CONNER HAS HIS FULL KRYPTONIAN POWERS!’
It prompted them to look up just in time to see Conner shooting his heat vision at them. Zatanna muttered a defensive spell that blocked the crimson beams from hitting Kaldur just in time while they turned and decided to run back towards the garage hangar.
‘Thanks for the warning,’ Zatanna said in the link.
‘No problem. Conner locked me in the closet in his bedroom and he used his heat vision to sear both the doors shut.’
‘That won’t be an issue for me. I can use the teleportation spell I used to get us inside.’
‘Alright then. Zatanna, you go and free Y/N. M’Gann and I will do our best to hold Conner off as long as we can.’ Kal said just as they reached the hangar. They heard a shattering sound and an angry scream, meaning Conner broke through the shield. Zatanna muttered a spell before she blinked out of sight with a small shimmer of light. 
Just as she disappeared, Conner came flying around the corner looking more angry than before. Things were about to get serious.
The sorcerer appeared right in the middle of Conner’s bedroom, taking a moment to collect herself before she looked around the messy room.
“Ugh, boys…” She muttered before rushing toward the closet. “Y/N, are you in there?” She asked.
All she heard was muffled sounds and screams in response. She uttered another spell that would force the doors to fling open while hearing your warning screams in her head all too late before she got the shock of her life.
“OH MY GOD!” She screamed, before covering her eyes at the sight of your bound naked body.
The embarrassment you felt right now definitely exceeded what you felt earlier when your friends had to first rescue you from the Kryptonian. In your defense, you tried to warn her before she opened the door, but the girl didn’t listen.
You could hear her uttering another spell under her head before a new tank top and pair of shorts appeared on your body. When the dark-haired girl confirmed you were indeed clothed, she knelt down to untie the gag off your mouth.
“Not one word of this to the others,” You said the second you could spit the torn piece of your old shirt out.
“Agreed.”
Zatanna helped you out of the handcuffs before helping you to your feet. It took you a minute to get your balance back since you hadn’t been on your feet for a while with Conner always choosing to carry you every fucking where on his shoulder.
“What took you all so long?! Conner freaking shut off the power and trapped me in here, and then basically molested me in the garage hangar. He was just about to get his grand prize before you guys showed up. My therapist is gonna be banking off this for the next year.” You all but shouted while trying to get the cooling bracelet off your wrist.
“Okay first off, TMI. Second off, we would’ve been back a half-hour ago but we were stuck outside trying to figure out why the door wouldn’t open. Now, we know why. Speaking of which, why didn’t you just blast him or fly away and come get us?”
“Oh, you don’t think I freaking tried that?! Conner waited to surprise me with his new powers just as I got out and then as a bonus, decided to slap one of Batman’s insurance policies on me. This freaking cooling bracelet is blocking my powers, and I don’t know how to get it off!” You groaned while trying to pry the thing open.
“Ugh, hold still,” Zatanna said while grabbing your wrist.
You heard her speaking backward again before you saw the blue light on the bracelet suddenly turn green before it snapped open, falling to the ground. Just as earlier when Conner first put it on and you felt a rush of cold air, the second it was off, a familiar heat spread over your body as you conjured two fireballs in your hands.
“Have I mentioned how much I appreciate you?”
“No. But, if you order me my favorite takeout for dinner, I’ll consider it all forgiven.”
“Deal.”
Just as you both began to make your way to the door, you could hear M’Gann calling out to you on the link.
‘M’Gann, what’s wrong? I just got Y/N and we’re about to be on our way back.’
‘Don’t. Conner’s on his way to you now. Get to the mission room and use the Zeta Tube to get out of here. Kaldur took some hard hits. He wasn’t as harsh on me as he was on him, but I think he figured out our plan.’
As soon as she said that, the door was blasted off its hinges as the Kryptonian made his way through. When he saw you weren’t in the closet anymore (pun not intended) and that you were free of your cuffs, you immediately knew you were in for it by the vicious snarl he let out.
Thankfully, you had no plans of letting that happen.
He pointed his finger at you before pointing at the ground in front of him, reminding you of earlier when you first broke out of his hold. When this entire mess began…
You moved Zatanna behind you while staring at the Kryptonian in his blue eyes, formulating a plan in your head.
‘Zatanna, when I give the signal. Teleport us to the mission room.’ You instructed.
‘What about Kal?’
‘M’Gann will take care of him, I’m sure. But Conner won’t even waste his time on him. He’ll be too focused on chasing after me.’
‘Alright.’
Just like earlier, Conner could somehow tell you were up to something. You were counting on the hopeful fact he hadn’t noticed you were free of the cooling bracelet, which was met with joyous truth as he reacted too slowly to you blasting your own heat vision right into his eyes as you did earlier.
He shouted in pain while you yelled “NOW” to Zatanna who immediately grabbed your hand while uttering the spell. However, he recovered faster this time than before and immediately tried to charge at you in hopes of snatching you back before you could get away, but was too late as you both blinked away, popping into the mission room in a flash of light.
“Nice one,” You said while immediately running for the console and punching in the coordinates for your city.
Just as you finished typing, you heard an animalistic growl from behind you, turning to see a flash of white fur before you were suddenly knocked to the ground. A pair of snarling teeth were in your face as you felt Wolf’s paws on your body while Sphere held back Zatanna from trying to help you.
“Ugh, I forgot about you two.” You groaned.
He must have sent them here to hold you off, probably knowing if you managed to get free, you’d try to transport your way out of here since the garage hangar was blocked.
Out of patience at this point, you mentally apologized to the canine before letting your body be consumed in flames to force him off your chest. Yet again though, as the day was proving over and over, you couldn’t catch a fucking break.
The moment you were off the ground, Conner rushed in and immediately charged for you. One second, you were standing free and ready to make a break for the teleporter, the next you found yourself slammed against the wall with him gripping both your arms while he pressed himself against you to prevent you from moving.
A familiar rush of cold air spread over you, the Kryptonian not wasting any time slamming your good ole wrist jewelry back on.
“Oh, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” You snapped while Conner had his arrogant smirk before tossing you back over his shoulder, not bothering to cuff your hands while making his way to the Zeta Tube.
“Zatanna, a little help!”
“I’d love to, but I’m kind of busy not becoming a bowling pin right now!”
You didn’t have time to throw back a witty remark before you felt yourself lifted and tossed into the open portal. The familiar tingle you always got when using the Zeta passageways came over but was stronger this time. Probably because your body was colder than its normal temp from the cooling bracelet, so it had more of an effect on you.
When the flash of light passed through your eyes, you found yourself inside the photo booth in the alleyway of your city. Knowing Conner would be right behind you, you figured one last-ditch attempt wouldn’t be too worthless. Maybe you could find a place to hide or catch someone’s attention to give you a hand.
Yeah, of course. Just grab the next random person’s attention and let them know a super-powered caveman Kryptonian is after your sweet little hole, and you need help escaping in their Toyota Prius or Nissan Altima even though he can move faster than the car.
Real smart idea. 
Well, actually the Altima may not be a bad thought. Those fuckers never obey the speed limit.
The moment you exited the photo booth, it lit up again with your captor promptly exiting and smashing the booth to pieces, preventing your friends from being able to follow behind.
Because why fucking not?
You barely had a chance to turn around and run before he had you back in his grip, his smug look returning to your sight before you were lifted into a bridal hold with him taking off in the air.
‘Oh, god, I’m so fucked…’
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The sound of waves crashing against land was the first thing you recognized when Conner finally landed somewhere. A salty sea smell assaulted your nostrils as you looked up and took in the deserted beach. The city lights in the distance added some illumination on the dark shore as well as the shine from the moon in the clear sky.
You could remember countless times when you’d come out here at night whether with friends or just yourself to fool around or listen to the sounds of the waves. It helped you relax, helped you think. It was where you made some of your biggest revelations and decisions, like when you first discovered your powers.
Ironic a person with pyrokinesis first thought was to run to a place filled with water. Actually, maybe it was kind of smart. If something went wrong, like you accidentally set yourself on fire, you had a quick way to put it out.
There were a lot of great memories with this place. It was comforting. It was peaceful…
He brought you up to a lone standing tree before setting your on your feet positioning you between it and him leaving you no place to move. He held your waist tight in his hands while pressing himself against you, staring down deeply into your eyes.
The shadow around his face made his strong chin and jaw look more prominent, but more than ever, his blue eyes seemed to shine brighter than the ocean right behind you two as he stared down at you with an adoring gaze.
Wait, adoring?
“Co-Conner? Is that you? Like, actually you in there?”
He stared at you quietly, his usual frown in place which only made you more nervous until the corners of his lips turned up into an all-familiar cocky grin, immediately putting you on high alert.
“Well, depends on your definition of ‘actually me’, but if you mean am I back to a regular state of mind, then yeah, seems so.” He responded.
Pardon?
“I- uh, I’m sorry, huh?” You stammered, words slowly escaping your mind.
“Think I can get a couple rounds in before the others show up?” He asked while taking a hand and palming around your stomach.
Bitch, what?
“Hold the fuck up!” You exclaimed, your hands fully planted on his chest as stared down at you with an amused raised eyebrow. “The hell you mean was that enough?! Were you actually conscious of everything this entire time?”
You may have sometimes been a little naive, a bit clumsy, and you often ran your mouth before you thought about what you were saying, but you were no fool. Boo-Boo was nowhere on your birth certificate last time you checked.
So, when Conner’s lack of confusion and surprise at the current ‘circumstance’ you were in failed to show, assumptions were made on your end. And they were not good, not in the slightest.
“Conner whatever your fucking middle name is Kent, I swear to whatever deity is listening to me right now, if you don’t explain what the fuck is going on right now, this whole beach is going to turn to glass in the next 10 seconds. Because if you’ve been playing games this entire time, pretending you were in some primal state of mind just to make a fool out of me, you’re going to realize that Batman is not the only one who has different ways of kicking your ass. And I promise you, that if-”
Your rant ended in a sudden ‘mmph’ sound when he pulled you into a sudden kiss. Out of all the times the hero managed to shock you into silence, this has to be one of the most surprising and satisfying ones.
There was a latent level of shock in your body, your wide eyes reflecting this, but the soft feel of his lips had them closing and you giving in to him within seconds. Despite his initial rough approach, there was a tenderness in the way he kissed you.
Before you even knew it, your lips were dancing right along with his. There was passion and longing in that kiss, leaving you more confused than 10 seconds prior.
The way he held and treated you was definitely different. The possessive grip he had around you didn’t falter at all. But, there was a newfound gentleness in his touch, like you were a prize to be cared for. Even if that was what you technically were earlier when he was in his conquest mode, this was not the same as that.
In those moments earlier, you were the kind of prize meant to be conquered. Here in this moment, you were rather something treasured.
Before long, your human lungs started giving you their red alert. Conner broke away the kiss not a moment later as if he already knew before you did. Your lips chased after his though, and he chuckled at your reaction before lifting a finger to your chin to tilt your head up toward him.
“Does that explain enough for you, or do you need a little bit more demonstration?”
Despite the blush written clear across your cheeks, there was a small smile appearing on your lips, as you took a few seconds to process what was going through your head and heart.
Satisfaction, physically speaking.
Nerves and adrenaline.
Ultra flamboyant giddiness.
Completely normal.
Yet, that nagging little voice in the back of your mind got louder with every fluttering heartbeat that pumped blood and butterflies throughout your veins.
What did this all mean?
“Hey,” You heard the Kryptonian speak, noticing the concerned look on his face, “What’s wrong? Did I do something?” There was a nervous tone in his words, almost vulnerable if you were listening hard enough which would be very different compared to the stark, smug confidence he showed you whenever he managed to toss you on his shoulder or dig himself inside your guts. Even before this serum fiasco, he may have been standoffish at moments and quiet, but rarely had you ever heard him talk like he was afraid of being hurt.
You felt for him in that moment, you really did, but you were also at risk of being hurt. And, rather than sit there and pretend like everything was clear and simple, you had questions that needed answering. For your own sake, and quite frankly, your own sanity.
“Conner, I-” The words seem to get stuck in your throat, with you trying to find the right thing to say, but what that exactly was couldn’t form a clear sentence in your mind. So, out of options, you just babbled.
“I don’t know what the heck is going on right now, and truthfully, I rarely ever do know what’s going on. Uh, wait, what was I saying? Oh right! This morning, we were friends, nothing more, then the warehouse happened, and started acting like a caveman and treated me like your prey or prize or whatever, not like it wasn’t super hot, because it definitely was and I shouldn’t have said that. Either way, you’re confused! No, wait, that came out wrong. I meant you’re confusing and I’m confused. Either way–
“Y/N!”
Conner shouting your name with a slight squeeze to your ass was an effiective way of shutting you up. Rude and hot, but effective nonetheless.
“I know. I was aware of everything going on.”
Now, that had you wordless.
“Well, actually, not everything. And I wasn’t in control of my actions at all. Well, not completely. Okay, now I’m confused.”
“You and me both.” You muttered under your breath. He responded with a light growl and a pinch to your ass.
“I’ll spank you.”
“Like you haven’t already done worse.” You said back with a challenging tone.
A stubborn grunt was let off before he gave you another small thrust as punishment for your smart quip, pulling a light whine from you. You could feel his cum dripping out of you slowly since his dick kept you plugged and everything inside, which you had a slight feeling he was doing on purpose.
“Alright, before any more smutty shenanigans ensue, can we talk about what exactly this is, and more importantly, why this even happened in the first place.”
Conner let out a sigh, looking down at you through his eyelashes before leaning down and giving your neck and shoulder light kisses. The giddy feeling in your stomach almost managed to cloud your rationality, almost being the keyword.
“Hey, don’t try to distract me.” You chastised him with a slight slap against his naked arm.
“I’m not distracting, I’m just enjoying the moment.” He said while giving you a few more light kisses.
Eventually, he moved you both over to the sand, setting you both down a little bit closer to the water while sitting you in his lap. However, you suddenly found yourself missing the warm contact of his skin pressing against yours.
When he finally had you both in comfortable positions, you resting against his chest and him nuzzling your hair, the intense beating in your heart that you had become used to from the day’s excitement had gradually started to slow down. You felt yourself nuzzling into his embrace more than you would admit out loud, but the man was comfortable.
After a few beats of silence, you heard Conner clear his throat. Though you didn’t want to move from the warm spot, you’d rather look the Kryptonian in the eyes as he explained himself. For your own sake.
“I was aware of what I was doing,” He started, which had your chest tightening and a sullen look appearing on your face which he noticed, “Only after you guys subdued me the first time, and like I said earlier, I still wasn’t in full control of myself.”
You could feel the confusion start to return to your mind, but rather than start rambling again, you just nodded to him to signal you were listening and let him continue.
“When I first woke up from the serum, Tornado was right. I was completely out of my mind and acting on pure animalistic instinct. All my senses were amplified even more than they usually are with my powers and all. So the onslaught of different smells and scents triggered me and I was about two seconds away from trying to kill you all, then I caught your scent out of everyone else’s, and the next thing I knew, you were all I could think about.”
Huh, nice to know you were what was stopping the team’s arguably most powerful member from murdering you all by just smelling good. Something you never thought you’d be thinking in your life, but there was a first for everything as they say.
“It started as a general curiosity, since at the moment, all my mind could think prior was anger and murder. But, of course, curiosity turned to excitement, and let’s just say I suddenly only had one goal in mind.”
“Doing me in front of friends?”
“I’d rather call it ‘mounting my claim.’ You know, animal terms and all that stuff.”
You rolled your eyes at his corny joke, before going silent again to let him continue.
“But, yes, for a lack of better words, all I could think about was shoving my dick inside you. You just smelled so good in that moment, you always have, but, the serum just suddenly made your scent feel almost irresistible to me, and all I could think of was capturing you in my arms and not letting anyone take you from me. Granted, I might have gone a bit far.”
“A bit? You call slinging me over your shoulder for half an hour while you leap, run, and fight our friends going just a bit far? Not to mention you choke-slamming Wally against the wall and damn near strangling him.
“Okay, one, you enjoyed that. I have the dried evidence on the shoulder of my shirt to prove it, spanking and all so don’t try and deny it.”
He got you there. Blushing cheeks (face and ass) and all.
“Second, I told you. Animal state of mind. In my head, I claimed you as my mine, and everyone else was a threat to that. What animal have you ever seen not defend their territory?” He asked, which you had to admit, he got you there as well.
Also, why was that kind of hot?
“You know I can still smell your arousal right? And the fact that you are in my pants and covered in my scent is not helping.” He said, to which you noticed the familiar feel of his throbbing organ below you wanting more action.
“Mind your business.”
“You’re currently sitting on my lap half naked while wearing my pants and covered in my sweat and cum. I think it’s safe to say you are my business at the moment.” He responded while tightening his hold around you.
Seriously, where did he get this smart (and hot) mouth from? That serum had to have more side effects than noted. But, you weren’t easily defeated in the sass factor. Conner may have you beat when it comes to raw strength and physical force, but wordplay? That was your forté.
“And who’s exact fault is it, that I’m even in this position?”
“Dr. Ivo.”
“Okay, well, after him.”
“Batman and Red Tornado for not making sure I was properly secured before leaving.”
“Okay! After them!”
“The others for not showing you the backdoor out of the Cave.”
“There’s a backdoor?!”
“Yeah, you didn’t know? M’Gann showed it to everyone on their first tour of the base. The garage hangar is considered the front door, and there’s a back door just in case. You didn’t think we’d only rely on the vehicle hangar or the Zeta Gateway if we had to make a fast escape did you?”
“I- … No comment.” You sighed in defeat, Conner chuckling at your tone while rubbing your back. You’d be having a word with your friends later when you got back to the Cave. Many words…
“It’s okay, I really didn’t give you many options either way. And even if you did manage to make it out the back, I would’ve just followed right behind as you already know.” The Kryptonian reassured you, which reminded you about the nagging question in the back of your mind.
“So, on that note, I’m assuming when you said you were aware of your actions, it was then?”
It was his turn to sigh after you asked your question, immediately knowing where this was heading.
“Yes. After Batman knocked me out with the Kryptonite, the serum lost some of its effect on me, but not as much as Red Tornado predicted. Kryptonite doesn’t just weaken my abilities, it affects everything in me, including my immune system. By the time I woke up, I was still very much under its influence, but I was slightly back to myself and could think and focus on more things other than sex and fighting.”
It made sense. You remembered the moment during your fight with Conner in the vehicle hangar when you realized how convenient and well-planned everything seemed. It was truly when your doubts and insecurities about everything started taking root, thinking all of it was just some game with you in the end being the actual loser.
Now, the time to find out if you lost was here, and you weren’t sure if you wanted to know.
Some would think that paying attention to Conner’s actions and words before this, would negate some of those concerns in your head, but, as life has proven many times in the past, things aren’t always as they seem.
But, that doesn’t mean it’s always in a bad way though…
“So, you were awake then, huh? When Wally and I were talking in the medical hangar…”
He looked down at you at that moment, his eyes softening as if he could sense the growing mental and emotional turmoil in your head and chest. You wanted to focus on his words, and his words only, but it was hard with the way you could feel him pulling you in closer, doing his best to comfort you as much as possible.
It was the fact that you couldn’t tell if it was for making you feel better in the moment to alleviate your worries or cushion the eventual blow that you were expecting to come soon.
“Yes, I was. I was actually up that entire time. The Kryptonite did weaken me enough to where I couldn’t react or respond like I would’ve if I could, but I wasn’t asleep or unconscious. Truthfully, after Batman and Tornado had left and it was just you and him in the room, I was planning to just surprise you both right there. Incapicate Wally in any way I could, grab you, and run for one of the exits.”
“What stopped you?”
All day, you’d been subjected to prideful smirks, arrogant grins, and cocky looks from the Kryptonian. An annoying, but definitely attractive sub-trait of his overwhelming confidence and stalwart courage. So, seeing his blushing cheeks and undeniable shy look on his face had you sitting up very suddenly.
Conner didn’t like it since it meant you could see his face more clearly, and unbeknownst to you, you were further away from him, and he liked the feeling of you cuddling against his body.
“Why are you blushing?” You asked, not letting him pull you back in his arms like he tried. It helped you were sitting on his still very erect penis at a slightly awkward angle which limited his movements. One wrong move, and he’d be in a very uncomfortable position.
“Would you stop it?” He pleaded, clearly already uncomfortable with the metamorphic spotlight that had been placed on him.
“Answer the question, and I will.”
“I thought actions spoke louder than words.”
“And suddenly, I can’t hear. Answer.”
“How will you hear the words?”
“I’ll read your lips. Answer the damn question.”
You were staring into his blue eyes by this point, fully waiting for your answer. The Kryptonian looked right back into your own before his hands grabbed the sides of your head, pulling you into another smashing kiss like the one against the tree earlier.
This was similar but still very different from the previous one. He wasn’t trying to shut you up (considering you weren’t even talking), but merely trying to communicate the words he couldn’t bring himself to say. Ironic how he has no trouble expressing how he feels in any other scenario whether it’s his anger about a mission or irritation with an order from Batman or your comrades, but this has him fumbling.
Yet, you were not complaining about how you moved your lips against his, bringing your hands around his neck. You could almost physically feel everything he was pouring into the kiss, and it was mind-numbing, to say the least.
Once again, your human lungs reminded you of their need for oxygen. Thankfully, Conner did the work for you and pulled away from your lips with you chasing after them. He placed another light kiss on them though, while opening his eyes to your closed ones, enjoying the pleasant view in front of him.
When you opened yours back up to him, he smiled at you, placing another peck on your lips while finally scooting you back closer to him, and re-adjusting himself into a more comfortable position.
“Does that answer your question?” He asked. Though there was no trace of sarcasm in his tone, you could still spy it in his face with the humorous glint in his eye.
“Maybe. I might need another one though just to be sure. I always like to double-check my answers.” You responded with your own smile.
He laughed at you before feeling himself nuzzling his face into your neck, taking in your scent which you now could admit was actually very comforting. Still weird, but you’d grown used to it by this point.
Your doubts had been quieted, and you felt you could trust his words without second-guessing or overthinking, something that was not an easy feat to do. That’s why when a few moments of silence passed, you decided to ask one of the other questions that had been nagging in the back of your mind.
“How long?”
“Since you joined the team. I was never good with my feelings, let alone expressing or even understanding them. It took some time for me to figure out what they were, and when I did, I was nervous and scared that you didn’t feel the same about me. I knew you liked guys, but I didn’t know if you liked me. And, even if you did, I didn’t know if you would like me for… well, me. So, I stayed quiet.” He admitted, immediately knowing what you were asking.
Thinking about it from his perspective, you could see his reasoning and why he chose to hide his feelings. If you were in his shoes, you’d probably do the same. However, it was clear neither of you was good at picking up signs considering he missed all the ones that showed you were into him. Not that you were trying to, but there were moments where it was plainly obvious, enough for Wally to pick up on them which led to him finding out.
Idiots in love, the both of you.
“When I heard you and Wally talking in the medical wing, and his little teases and performance, it was all the confirmation I needed. If it wasn’t for that, like I said, I probably would’ve just waited for the right moment to snatch you away from the others and find a way out of the Cave without alerting them. But, after hearing that conversation, I figured why not make it a little bit more challenging and fun. Didn’t expect you to put up as much of a fight though. Glad I had insurance.” He explained, his typical smirk returning to his face while he marveled at the accessory on your wrist.
Hold it.
“Back up. You mean to tell me you trapping me in the Cave, fingering me in the vehicle hangar, and locking me in your closet was all for fun and a challenge? I’m nervous to ask what your ideal idea is for a first date.” You stated. He gave you an unimpressed look while nudging his still-hard member against you.
“Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy any of it. Remember, I could hear, taste, and smell your arousal through everything.” He teased while nipping at your ear. 
You ignored the horny pang in your stomach from that while pretending to be annoyed, “Whatever. Well, I hope you weren;t planning to try and do me raw. Last thing I need is to end up pregnant.”
“What if I want a kid? No better way to trap you with me than with a baby.” Conner mumbled while still giving you soft kisses behind your ear and neck. 
“Then you can explain to my dad what happened if I end up knocked up. And I gotta warn ya, Kryptonian powers or not, that man is scary.” You chuckled, turning your head to look at the superhero, who would never admit that slight nervous look in his eyes at the mention of your father.
A slight laugh bubbled up your chest before you turned looking out to the sea. The feel of the cold piece of metal on your wrist became prominent and the silence and you looked down at the device, still slightly shuddering from the chill running through your body.
“How did you even know about this thing in the first place?” You asked, pointing to the cooling device on your wrist.
“Dick let me in on a few little secrets about the Bat, though he never did tell me where he keeps getting and storing all that freaking kryptonite. Anyway, when I heard you and Wally talking about Batman’s insurance plans, I figured if he had one for me, then he had to have one for every meta on the team and in the league. While you and the others were in the lounge room hanging out, I went searching through the libraries and rooms and found some of Batman’s secret compartments.” He explained.
You raised an eyebrow at that. “Hmm, so is that when you discovered your unlocked abilities?”
“Actually, no. Right when you managed to make it out of the door, I originally was just going to do the same as I did before and well… leap after you. Even if you got away, I could track you down since your scent is alluring, but definitely not subtle. Fire powers and all,” He said with a smug little chuckle.
“Yeah yeah yeah, I get it. Heat makes smell more noticeable. Gosh, you and Wally sure love harping down that tree.” You retorted with an actual annoyed eye roll this time.
“Hey, I said you still smell good. Either way, when I jumped after you I noticed instead of falling back down to the ground, I was still in the air flying. It didn’t take much for me to realize what was going on and I just flew into action, literally.”
“So the whole welding the door shut and almost barbecuing our friends?”
“Yeah, I might have overdone it on that one, but animal instincts were still in control. There was only so much I could do to hold myself back. Every time you fought against me or got away or the others intervened was another boost to my aggression and anger, prompting my hasty reactions. And it wasn’t just my instincts fueling all this. Like I said, there was a reason your scent stuck out to me the most. Your conversation with Wally just confirmed it was returned and it made me a bit more crazy to an extent.”
“To an extent is a stretch,” You muttered under your breath. Conner let out an annoyed grunt while giving you another playful nip on your ear.
“Super hearing, remember?”
You were fully aware of his ability, but, for his sake, you played along.
“Right, sorry.” He gave a kiss to your neck as a way of saying he accepted the apology. With a little time to process everything, you felt most of your questions answered. However, there was one that was remaining at the back of your mind. Probably the most pressing one to be honest.
“So, is that why you and M’Gann…”
“We broke up because I realized that there wasn’t any real spark between me and her. What started between us was curiosity, considering I didn’t know what romance and feelings and everything else was. I just went with what I saw and observed. Sometimes it was nice, many times it was confusing, and many times, it felt wrong. So, I broke up with her. She was upset about it a little and figured it had something to do with you. She was always suspicious, but never had confirmation until this happened.”
Conner pointed his fingers between the two of you, and the reminder of your earlier indecent actions had you blushing and smiling all over again. You had to admit, it was a nice feeling knowing that most of your doubtful and questioning thoughts were for nothing.
Well, it’s better to be cautious than to fall in blindly and get hurt. But, the satisfaction and happiness you felt in your chest bloomed over all of those past feelings.
Thinking about the day's events and how everything ended up happening, you had to say you were fine with how it all played out. However, you definitely would admit you imagined you and Conner getting together in an entirely different scenario. 
Saving each other on a mission, getting into an argument and blurting things out, or even just the cutesy little moments where your friends stick their noses in and try to get you together were all ideas that came to mind. This scenario however with you sitting on the beach after he acted like a caveman and chose you as his new mate was not in the tarot cards for this category.
Though, the end result had you more than satisfied; both physically, mentally, and emotionally.
If there was anything to learn from this, you should listen to your instincts more, no matter how primal they are.
“So, are you going to take this off anytime soon?” You asked, once again pointing at the wrist jewelry you were currently wearing.
Conner smiled down at the item and you mischievously before running one of his hands over the device.
“Are you going to try and fight me again? I kind of like you being defenseless and helpless.” He joked though a part of you knew he was also partly serious.
Though, now, considering all that was said and done, it was your turn to have some fun.
“Well, considering you had to take away my powers to be able to catch me, I’d say your victory wasn’t really much of a victory at all.” You taunted while tracing a finger over his chest.
You could feel the vibration from his irritated growl under your fingertips, letting you know you hit the right button. Caveman or not, Conner both loved and hated being challenged.
“I mean, to me, it says that even with your full Kryptonian powers, you needed some cheap little trinket to be able to actually subdue me. Guess I’m just that tough of a prey to catch.” You continued your teasing, sneakily taking glances up at the Kryptonian, catching his hard and lustful stares at you.
“Is that so?” He gruffly spoke into your ear.
“It would seem so, at least to me, and anyone else watching. Don’t think you can say you claimed me if you couldn’t manage to beat me fair and square. But, it’s okay, I get it. Maybe you’re not up to the challenge. Maybe someone else will come along and prove their merit without needing to cheat.”
You barely finished the sentence before the sound of the clamp opening hit your ears. That familiar rush of warmth came over you again as your fire returned to your body. While you were distracted, Conner ripped the shorts off and his pants off of him before standing you both up, now fully naked to the world, minus your shirt.
“I dare you to say that again.”
You were really in for it now.
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acapelladitty · 2 years ago
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I have a prompt thingy! I love my scarecrow as creepy and obsessive as he can be, so I was wondering if you could write something from his POV where he’s thinking about or watching the woman he’s obsessed with, and the feelings are so intense, he doesn’t know if he wants to fuck her or rip her apart (maybe both) 🙈
I absolutely vibed this little nsfw drabble out so please enjoy what I was able to cobble together for ye 🥴💉
It had been a long time since a potential victim had captured his interest so intensely.
A chance encounter, one which he doubted she could even recall, but an encounter which had burned itself into his memory. The soft feeling of her fingers on his wrist remained like an itch, warming the skin with a phantom sensation which seemed reluctant to pass.
The surveillance equipment had been easy to procure and her apartment even easier to access still. It was almost unbelievable in this day and age, in Gotham particularly, that some people would still dare to leave a spare key outside their home.
She was lucky, in a way. His plans for her would be kind compared to some of the other monsters who lurked within Gotham would do with her. At least she would serve something greater than a messy home invasion statistic.
Her kitchen was simple, basic necessities and not much else decorating the various surfaces as she worked on something on the stove. A late dinner. Domestic. The sound of closing drawers and clattering cutlery filtered through his speakers with her every move.
Wearing little more than a light-coloured vest and some dark panties as she worked away, a voyeuristic shiver trickled down Crane's spine as he took in the sight of her limited attire.
Pervert.
An accusation from deep within his thoughts surfaced to level its disapproval and he shook his head to dispel the growled voice which threatened him.
Merely observing a potential subject.
Liar.
Knowledge of the subject allows for a more targeted experiment.
We want her for more than that.
Crane frowned at his own faint reflection in the monitor as his rejection of the words died on his lips. Something animalistic clawed at his chest, threatening to burst free of his skin and bloom into something dangerous.
Soon.
He soothed the beastly voice within, confident in his ability to secure her before the week was out.
Soon we'll have her.
Watching the monitor intently, a sudden scream ricocheted through the speakers and the sound forced a hitch in his breath as a hot flush of arousal swept through his groin at the unexpected yet welcomed noise.
The onscreen body language, even blurred, was one of open fear and his eyes narrowed as he attempted to quickly locate the source of her discontent.
Her gaze was low as her body curled away from something unseen on the floor by her stamping sock-clad feet. A spider? Cockroach? Perhaps a mouse?
The unknown was a torrid mistress; irritation at the lack of clarity mixing with the delight of potentially testing out different creatures to see which had evoked such a beautiful scream. Her terror was sharp, but not irritatingly shrill, and he could almost hear the way it would reverberate around the cold walls of his holding cell as he played with her.
Almost unwittingly, his hand drifted down to his slacks, palm laying flat against the rapidly-hardening bulge of his concealed cock as his sharp gaze refused to budge from the screen.
His hand moving roughly against his cock, Crane lost himself to his own twisted imaginings as the figure onscreen continued about her night, unaware of the monster who would soon steal her from her comfort to serve his own distorted desires.
Her soft skin fluttering beneath his fingers as he held her neck perfectly still to inject his toxin. Those big doe eyes blown almost impossibly wide as she witnessed the onslaught of terror that only he could inflict on her.
She would be his masterpiece and she didn't even know it yet.
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josieblueart · 1 year ago
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Day 1-injection
OH ENTITY™ WE’RE REALLY IN IT NOW
~💉~
This was it.
The man in rags stumbled into the abandoned building, serum in hand. There were more of those flowers, but he barely took notice of it. He was tired, so tired. It was nigh impossible to keep going, every moment was filled with hurting and fatigue.
Any moment, he could collapse onto the floor, but he continued on. Now, he had what he hoped was the cure to it all.
Inside the syringe was a glowing, orange liquid. Breathing heavily, he stared into the liquid. It was either the cure, or a poison that would finally end his misery. Worst case scenario, it would do nothing, and he’d have to continue living in this hell. Perhaps death would be kinder than life.
He tightened his grip, before stabbing the syringe into his chest. Pushing down the plunger, he prayed for a quick release.
Instead, a wave of pain rushed through his body mere moments after it entered his body.
It was as if his veins, lungs, face, everything had been filled with magma. His entire body was burning from the inside, and it hurt. The worst of the pain was in his head. His face felt like it was melting, it hurt so much. All the pain caused him to screech inhumanly, clasping his aching face. Yet, it only made it worse, the action causing the burning liquid to crawl up his throat.
Stumbling backwards and uncovering his face, he saw his hands were covered in orange, vein-like markings. Still, it was the least of his concerns, it hurt so much.
The cracking of bones quickly filled his ears, joining the groans of pain. He could feel his form being stretched ever unevenly, yet something on his back was forming, weighing him down. In his hands, something was digging its way out. As he hunched down further, the appendage was freed from its prison.
Another finger, one on each hand. They were deformed, but were still able to be moved. It was horrifying, yet the sight was quickly forgotten by the blazing pain in his mouth.
From the depths of his throat, the orange serum ejected itself through his mouth and onto his jaw. It was burning, his body had become an inferno. He felt his jaw falling lower and lower, becoming harder to keep it shut, not like he wanted to imprison the burning substance to allow it to damage him further.
The growth on his back, which was an afterthought until now, was finally too much to hold up, and he collapsed onto his knees. Was this how he would die? Was this his punishment for all the pain he caused?
Still, he accepted it. He wished to die, only then would the pain and hunger cease.
As if his infected form heard his wishes, the fire in his body started to cool down. The pain was still there, but it was more of an afterimage of what once was. As he looked upon himself, a growing despair joined the infestation within his body.
Mutated was the only word that came to his foggy mind.
He was uncontrollably drooling out saliva, which had become colored in orange. His jaw had become nothing but a long, loose piece of flesh that could only move slightly. Orange tumors covered his body, something he didn’t even notice until now.
He could feel his mind gradually slipping from him, clouded by the horrible desire to feel the burning in his veins once more. All the while, a voice spoke out to him.
“Ease yourself, Talbot. I can fulfill your desires.”
Whatever remained of Talbot inside the distorted mind, it listened intently.
“All I need of you is a few tasks you must complete.”
A small, almost imperceptible creak from the other side of the building signified another presence had entered.
“Bring them to me, and I shall give you your reason for life.”
A second voice spoke out to the hunched over figure. “Hey! Are you alright?”
“Have them fear your name. The Blight, that shall be your identity.”
It lifted its head, before turning to the figure. As it screeched, the last remaining bits of Talbot Grimes disappeared, replaced by a hollow shell.
“Bring them to me.”
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drug-mythology · 3 years ago
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Mythos #38: “Drogenfrei”
🇩🇪 Version aus der 🇬🇧 »Urfassung«:
„Eine Drogenfreie Welt ist wünschenswert.“
Drogen werden seit Beginn der Aufzeichnungen zur Schmerzlinderung, zur Behandlung von Krankheiten, zur Entspannung und aus sozialen Gründen verwendet.
Alkohol, Koffein, Tabak sind Drogen und wohl auch Kakao, Zucker und Fett. Eine Welt ohne Drogen ist undenkbar, unerwünscht und unhaltbar.
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Anmerkungen:
Selbst der von christlich-Religiösen und Konservativen geschätzte Weihrauch ist eine psychoaktive Droge. Jeder Gang zum Weihrauch räuchernden Priester in der Kirche kann berauschende Effekte mit sich bringen. Aber auch ein Tee mit Weihrauch-Harz kann diesen besinnlichen Zweck erfüllen. [1].
🇩🇪 Version aus der 🇬🇧 »Tweet-Fassung«:
„Eine Drogenfreie Welt ist erstrebenswert.“
Drogen wurden seit Beginn der Dokumentierung zur Schmerzlinderung, zur Therapie von Krankheiten, zum Schlafen, Wachbleiben, für die Arbeit, Meditation und zum Vergnügen verwendet.
Eine Welt ohne Drogen ist absurd, unvorstellbar, ungewollt und nicht tragbar.
🇬🇧 Urfassung (Julian Buchanan):
“A drug-free world is desirable.”
Drugs have been used since records began for pain relief, treating sickness, for relaxation and social reasons.
Alcohol, caffeine, tobacco are drugs and arguably cocoa, sugar and fat too. A world without drugs is unthinkable, undesirable and untenable.
Added Notes:
Even incense, valued by Christian religious and conservatives, is a psychoactive drug. Every visit to the priest, who burn incense in church, can bring intoxicating-effects. But a tea with frankincense-resin can also serve this contemplative purpose. [1].
🇬🇧 Tweet-Fassung (Julian Buchanan):
“A drug-free world is desirable.”
Drugs have been used since records began for pain relief, to treat sickness, to sleep, stay awake, for work, relaxation & pleasure.
A world without drugs is bizarre, unthinkable, undesirable and untenable. [08.11.2021,Twitter].
Verweise:
Weihrauch (Boswelia) – Psychoaktivität: https://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Weihrauch#Psychoaktivität; “Incensole acetate, an incense component, elicits psychoactivity by activating TRPV3 channels in the brain.”, https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC2493463/ (08/2008).
Erstellt am: 10.11.2021, Bearbeitet am: 19.07.2024.
Schlagworte: Drogenmythos; Drug Free World, Welt von Drogen befreien; Minderung, Reduzierung; Vernichtung, Ausrottung, Zerstörung; Substanzen.
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ryuunosenshi · 7 years ago
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💉✏️✂️✌😷
💉 - Have Tattoos?
Yes, since about a year I have a black/grey tattoo of two feathers with the words ‘Sol Invictus’ on my left forearm.
✏️ - Want any tattoos?
I would absolutely LOVE to get more tattoos, unfortunately all my ideas are really big and expensive and I’m broke af xD But I’ve also considered some smaller, minimalist style tattoos, so maybe those will come first before any other big pieces.
✂️ - Got any Piercings?
No, I got my ears pierced when I was a kid but turns out I hated wearing earrings xD I think the whole ‘pierced ears-fase’ lasted no more than 6 months
✌ - Want any piercings?
No, I like the look of them, especially ear piercings but I no longer have any desire to get them myself.
😷 - Something you hate eating?
mushrooms! If there is one food I hate with a burning passion it’s mushrooms! they’re rubbery and slimy and just thinking about that texture makes me want to gag >> 
another thing I won’t voluntarily eat is organ meat. Like, I’m a big meat eater but organs are just not for eating in my opinion xD idk, it has always just felt really wrong to me to eat organ meat.
thank you for the ask~ ^^
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soldierofheaven · 3 days ago
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Eating this the fuck up.
zdrasti!!! ^_^ could you make Trans Field/Combat Medic? tysm!!!
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᲼᲼᲼᲼᲼When one identifies as being a Field / Combat Medic . ᲼᲼᲼᲼᲼For whatever specified / unspecified reasons .
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‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‏‏‎ ‎‎‎‎If already coined consider as an alt . Req by anon . ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‎‎No DNI . Just be nice / civil about it . Free for anyone .
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soldierofheaven · 2 days ago
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Send me too pls ❤️
I am sending you to Afghanistan
Uh oh
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soldierofheaven · 3 days ago
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Came out as radqueer to my bsf. She literally accepted me so hard. I’ve come out to my mom too!
that "people are only antis online" post is cherrypicked af. tell someone you're transjapanese in real life and see how they react lmfao
oh, i have^^ luckily i have cool friends, worst theyve done is jokingly call me asian slurs (they can reclaim them) 😭 they see me as japanese the same way they see me as a guy.
btw anon, have you tried being less miserable and hateful? it might be worth a shot
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soldierofheaven · 12 days ago
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I have read this twice, and it’s incomprehensible.
what is radical feminism? I was told not to use the radblr tag cause its that not radqueer
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soldierofheaven · 3 days ago
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Uhhh here’s a bunch of things we’re or were interested in for you to sift through to decide.
American McGee’s Alice (game series)
Breaking Bad (tv show)
Brooklyn Nine-Nine (tv show)
Chicago Fire (tv show)
Civil War (band)
Class of 09 (game series)
Danganronpa (game)
FNAF and fangames (game series)
Fury (movie)
Gilmore Girls (tv show)
Ginny and Georgia (tv show)
Kakegurui (tv show)
Law and Order SVU (tv show)
Powerwolf (band)
Murder Drones (show)
Needy Streamer Overload (game)
Radio Commander (game)
Rob Zombie movies and music
Sabaton (band)
The Last Ship (tv show)
Transformers (tv show, movie series)
Vampire Knight (tv show)
War History
Warriors (book series)
Everyone, give some media for the whitelist. Nothing comes to mind currently.
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soldierofheaven · 12 days ago
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I just wanna point out that calling every single paraphilic attraction a mental disorder just isn’t true. It’s like plurality. It doesn’t have to be disordered. I would claim that saying every atypical attraction is a disorder is incredibly harmful. This can lead to shame as it is so incredibly demonized. Like a commenter pointed out, this can lead to contact. Guilt and shame leads to contact with the paraphilia.
Anti-para and para-critical proshippers exist too though. And are in fact more common than pro-para proshippers
no offense but if you are a proshipper and anti-para you don’t know what at least one of those words means
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