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cbeargyu · 12 days ago

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altar boy sins [3]

summary: mark, a devout pastor’s son finally claims the girl he’s loved—and obsessed over—in secret. their wedding night marks the fall from grace, as desire, sin, and holy vows intertwine. what begins with a sacred union becomes a descent into lust-fueled obsession, as he vows not just to have her—but to breed her.

pairing: mark lee x fem!reader

genre: smut, religious corruption, marriage.

warnings: loss of virginity, blood mention, unprotected sex, religious guilt, sacrilege, breeding kink, possessive behavior, cumplay, dirty talk, creampie, backshot position, rough sex, manipulation, pregnancy kink, overstimulation, mention of church/mass, power imbalance, non-explicit dubcon undertones.

MDNI 🔞

part i - part ii

you always thought that when you finally gave yourself to your husband, it would be under god’s blessing—pure, sacred, a union meant only to bring life and honor to the church. you believed that marriage was a sacred covenant, free from the selfish desires and sinful urges that often clouded men’s hearts. your whole world was built around that faith, the unwavering hope that your union would be a testament to god’s grace.

but everything changed the moment you met mark.

just a few days ago, mark had approached his father with a serious look, speaking quietly but confidently. he told him it was time to settle down—that he wanted to ask for your hand in marriage. he knew his father adored you, saw you as the perfect traditional wife, the embodiment of devotion and purity. mark said he wanted your father’s blessing before taking the next step.

you heard the conversation from across the room, heart pounding. part of you was terrified—what if this meant everything you had tried to protect would unravel? but another part of you felt a strange warmth, a hope that maybe, with mark, the future could be different. maybe love and desire could coexist under god’s watchful eyes.

as you look at mark now, your secret and your sin, you wonder how much you’re willing to give, how much faith you can carry, and whether the path ahead will be one of light… or shadows.

the flames of the church’s bonfire crackle softly as night settles over the woods, the congregation still humming hymns behind you, far enough that their voices sound like ghosts.

but you're not listening. your eyes are locked on him.

mark stands with his hands tucked into his coat, the firelight soft against his face. he's not smiling—not yet—but his expression is peaceful, like he's found something holy in the silence between you.

“they think we’re praying,” he says finally, voice low. “but i’ve already made my decision.”

you blink at him, heart lurching. “decision?”

he takes a step closer, so close the scent of pine and smoke clings to your clothes between you. he doesn’t reach for you yet—he never touches you where someone might see—but his eyes are warm, fierce. unwavering.

“i told my father i want to marry you.”

you feel the wind leave your lungs. mark doesn’t look away, not even when you stagger a little under the weight of his words.

“he approved,” he continues. “said he’d known all along.”

your eyes begin to sting.

“he told me to pray on it. to make sure it wasn’t temptation.” mark’s jaw clenches, almost like he’s ashamed. “but i already knew. i’ve always known it was you. not temptation. not sin.”

he finally reaches into his coat pocket, pulling out a tiny box.

“this was my mother’s,” he says softly, flipping it open. the gold ring inside glints, thin and elegant, inset with a modest sapphire. “she said it was meant to be passed to the woman god made for me.”

tears spill before you can stop them.

you nod, and it’s all you can do. just nod with a choked little yes and let him hold your hands between the glow of the fire, his eyes shining like he might cry too.

“i’ll ask your father tomorrow,” he whispers. “we’ll be wed by the end of the month.”

mark wore his cleanest shirt and bowed his head as he asked for your father’s blessing. he held your hand the whole time, fingers trembling, even when he spoke like a man of god.

your father gave his blessing. your mother wept. the entire church rejoiced.

it was all so fast, so pure, so... correct.

you’re dressed in ivory silk, modest and high-necked, with lace gloves hiding the trembling of your fingers. a veil covers your face, and yet mark cannot stop looking at you like he sees everything through it.

the ceremony is traditional. biblical. sacred.

a choir sings as you walk the aisle. everyone watches as the pastor—his father—blesses your union under the eye of god.

“do you, mark lee, take her as your lawfully wedded wife, to honor and keep, in sickness and in health—”

“i do.”

“and do you—”

“i do,” you whisper, not even letting him finish. your voice cracks, but your hand doesn’t shake in his.

he kisses you once. brief. gentle. reverent. as though he’s still afraid of wanting more.

but then—

then the night comes.

the cottage is quiet. candlelit. your gown lies folded over a wooden chair, your gloves tucked beside it like offerings left at the foot of an altar.

you’re sitting on the edge of the bed, bare under the weight of your new title—wife.

mark locks the door behind him, chest rising and falling a little faster now. his tie’s already undone. his white shirt unbuttoned just enough to see the cross around his neck.

he looks at you like a man starved.

“stand up,” he says softly, voice deeper than usual.

you do.

he walks over, slow and reverent, but when his hands reach your waist, there’s nothing holy about the way he grabs you.

“mine,” he whispers. “you’re mine now.”

you nod, lips trembling. “i am.”

his mouth crashes onto yours, not gentle this time. his hands run down your back, bare skin burning beneath his touch. when he pulls away, his eyes are wild, dark with a hunger that’s no longer restrained.

“you know what’s going to happen tonight, right?” he murmurs against your lips. “you know i’m gonna ruin this sweet little body for anyone else?”

your breath hitches. “m-mark...”

his hand slips between your legs, cupping your heat. he groans, head falling to your shoulder.

“still untouched,” he whispers. “fuck—i can feel how tight you are already. haven’t even put my cock near you yet and you’re throbbing.”

you gasp, your hips shifting unconsciously against his palm.

“you’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you?” his voice is almost mocking, but it’s full of adoration. “so patient. so obedient. but tonight... tonight i get to teach you what your body’s really for.”

he presses you down onto the bed, crawling over you like a man possessed. his shirt comes off. you stare, wide-eyed, at the lean strength in his body, the small golden cross swinging between his collarbones.

“are you scared?” he asks, crawling between your thighs.

you hesitate. “a little.”

he smiles, soft but sinful. “good. makes it sweeter.”

you expect him to rush, to push in and take, but he doesn’t. not yet. his hands part your legs, thumbs brushing your inner thighs, gaze locked on the place he’s about to claim.

“i want you to remember this,” he says low. “the first stretch. the burn. the blood. i want it to haunt every thought you ever have about pleasure. i want you to think of me.”

you whimper, your body trembling under his stare.

he strokes himself once, twice, thick and already hard, precum glistening at the tip.

“look at me,” he growls, lining himself up. “you give this to me willingly?”

“yes...” you whisper, breathless. “please, mark. take it.”

he pushes in slow, inch by inch, and your body screams at the intrusion. it hurts—raw and real—but his groan is feral when your tight heat finally begins to take him.

“fuck—so tight—s-so good—” he curses, clutching your thighs as he sinks in deeper.

you cry out, hands gripping the sheets. “it hurts—”

“i know, baby, i know,” he pants, but he doesn’t stop. “you’re perfect. taking me so fucking well. god made you just for this.”

when he bottoms out, the pain blooms sharp, and you feel it—the tearing. the sudden wet warmth between your thighs that isn’t slick but blood.

your first time. your virginity. claimed.

by him.

mark shudders above you, his eyes fluttering shut. “you’re bleeding,” he whispers, reverent. “fuck, baby... look at this mess you’re making for me.”

he pulls out slightly, then thrusts back in harder, and you gasp again, tears springing to your eyes.

“shhh... that’s it... cry for me,” he coos, rocking into you with slow, punishing rolls of his hips. “hurts, doesn’t it? i know. i know. that’s what happens when you’ve never been touched. and now no one ever will. just me.”

you cling to him, your legs trembling around his waist. pain and heat and fullness swirl inside you like a fever.

he fucks you slow and deep, savoring every inch like a man drinking straight from the chalice.

“you feel that?” he pants. “that stretch? that’s my cock, baby. your husband’s cock. it’s gonna split you open every night from now on.”

“m-mark—” your voice cracks, body shaking.

“i want it to hurt,” he growls. “i want you sore in the morning. limping in church. sitting with your legs tight because your pussy still remembers what i did to it.”

his thrusts deepen, faster now, the bed creaking under the rhythm.

“i’ll fuck a baby into you,” he groans. “fill you up. make sure everyone knows you’re mine.”

you cry out, the pain blending into a sharp kind of pleasure, dizzying and hot.

“oh god—”

“don’t say his name,” mark snarls. “you beg for me. you pray to me now.”

his fingers find your clit and rub fast circles, the added sensation pushing you closer to the edge. the pain is still there, dull and throbbing, but the pleasure—the fullness—drowns it out.

“you gonna cum on my cock for the first time, sweetheart?” he hisses. “gonna milk me like a good wife?”

you sob, nodding, your entire body tensing.

“that’s it. cum for me. fuck—cum while i’m deep in your virgin cunt—”

you break with a cry, your walls fluttering around him, tight and overwhelmed. mark follows with a growl, his hips slamming into yours one last time as he spills inside you, thick and warm.

he doesn’t pull out. not for a long time.

when he finally does, his cum drips from between your legs, streaked with red. he watches it for a second, breathing hard, eyes dazed.

then he presses a kiss to your stomach.

“god forgive me,” he whispers, “but i’ve never felt anything holier than this.”

the room is still warm with the scent of sweat, sex, and candlewax.

you’re trembling in the sheets, heart racing, thighs sticky and sore, and mark—still hovering over you—is staring down at the mess between your legs like it’s the most sacred thing he’s ever seen.

“look at that,” he murmurs, voice hoarse. “my blood. my cum. all of it inside you.”

you blush, squirming under his gaze, but he hushes you gently.

“don’t move, baby,” he whispers. “let me take care of you.”

he disappears into the little bathroom for a moment, and you hear water running, the rustle of cloth. when he returns, he’s shirtless, flushed, eyes still dark. in his hands: a warm, damp cloth.

he kneels between your legs like he’s kneeling at a holy altar.

“open for me again, sweet girl.”

you obey with a soft whimper.

he parts your thighs gently, reverently, and begins to wipe you clean—slow strokes of the cloth over your folds, careful over the tender soreness, the trace of blood and thick seed.

he breathes heavily through his nose.

“fuck… it’s still leaking out,” he says, voice trembling with hunger. “i really did break you, didn’t i?”

your cheeks burn, but your body clenches at his words.

he wipes a little deeper, letting the cloth slip between your folds, dragging it slowly, maybe too slowly, over your still-sensitive clit. your hips twitch.

“mm—mark…”

he smirks.

“you liked it,” he says, his voice thick and satisfied. “i could feel it when your pussy fluttered around me. you liked me taking it. even when it hurt.”

you look away, embarrassed. he grabs your chin and turns your face back to him.

“don’t hide from me now,” he growls. “you’re my wife. my good little bride. i get to see all of it—your pain, your pleasure, your filth.”

he tosses the cloth aside, not done—not even close.

“turn around,” he says, voice lower now. hungrier. “on your knees. let me see how you look from behind.”

you hesitate.

“mark, i’m still—”

“i’ll be gentle,” he says, already helping you shift onto all fours. “just wanna see.”

but when you’re in position, your face down, hips up, your swollen folds still dripping for him, he groans out loud.

“fuck. fuck, baby. you look ruined.”

his thumbs spread you open and he leans in to spit—spits right on your cunt and watches it drip down your slit.

you whimper.

“sorry,” he breathes, kissing your lower back. “i lied. i can’t be gentle right now. not when you look like this.”

you gasp as he presses the tip of his cock against your entrance again, still thick, already hard again.

“mark—wait—”

“shhh,” he says, wrapping one arm around your waist as he starts to push in. “just a little, baby. i’ll go slow. i swear.”

but he doesn’t.

he sinks in fast this time, wet with spit and cum and leftover blood, and the stretch makes you cry out into the pillow.

“oh god—”

“you’re so fucking tight from this angle,” he groans, thrusting deeper. “so wet and raw. i can feel every part of you clinging to me.”

his hips slap into you, heavy and slow, and he watches the way your ass bounces, how your walls suck him in again and again.

“this is how i want it,” he pants, gripping your hips. “every night. bent over. legs shaking. full of me.”

your fingers grip the pillow, knuckles white.

he fucks you slow but deep—intentional, savoring the aftershock of your first time, the way your body shudders under every push.

“look at this mess,” he hisses, pulling out just enough to see the creamy ring around his cock before slamming back in. “my innocent little wife, dripping all over me.”

you moan into the sheets, tears threatening again from the overstimulation.

he leans forward, chest to your back, lips to your ear.

“do you know how many nights i touched myself to this?” he growls. “this exact position? thinking about you on your knees, begging me to fuck you?”

you can’t speak.

“say it,” he demands. “tell me you want it. tell me you like being on your knees with my cock deep in your pussy.”

“i—i like it,” you whisper, shaking. “mark, i l-love it.”

“yeah?” he grits, hips snapping harder now. “you like me fucking you where you bleed?”

you nod desperately, tears finally slipping down your cheeks.

he growls, pulling your hair to tilt your head back.

“good girl,” he pants. “you’re gonna take all of it. every drop.”

his pace grows frantic, sloppy. the room echoes with the sound of skin on skin, the squelch of your soaked cunt, the broken cries leaving your throat.

he reaches between your legs again, fingers finding your clit.

“cum for me again,” he growls. “milk my cock. i want to feel you gush.”

you do—too fast, the pleasure tipping over the edge like a dam breaking. your body arches, walls pulsing around him violently, drawing a deep, choked groan from his chest.

“fuckfuckfuck—i’m gonna—”

his thrusts stutter, then slam deep one last time as he spills inside you again, hot, thick, his cum flooding your womb in waves.

he stays buried in you for a long time, breathing hard, holding your hips like he’s afraid you’ll vanish.

then, slowly, he pulls out—and you both watch it drip again: blood, cum, slick. a perfect, unholy mess between your thighs.

he kisses your spine softly.

“that’s two,” he whispers. “i’m not done yet.”

god won’t hear you this morning

the sunlight is soft through the white curtains, warm over your bare back.

you wake to the sound of birds, the smell of pine, and the weight of an arm draped heavy around your waist.

mark’s hand.

you stir gently. the soreness between your legs is still there—a dull ache that reminds you of everything that happened hours before. the blood. the claiming. the way he whispered prayers against your skin while pushing deeper into sin.

“mm... you awake, baby?” comes his voice, low and rough behind you.

you nod.

his nose nuzzles into your neck. a soft kiss. then another. his hand slides over your belly, pulling you tighter against him.

“you okay?” he asks, brushing your hair aside.

“a little sore,” you whisper, cheeks flushing.

he hums. “good. means i did it right.”

you giggle quietly, but it’s breathy, nervous. his lips graze your jaw.

“kiss me,” you whisper.

he turns you gently, and your lips meet—slow, lazy, lips barely parting. it’s sweet. warm. the kind of kiss that feels safe.

but then you feel it. his cock, hard again, pressing against your thigh.

you open your eyes.

he’s looking down at you, expression darker now. hungrier.

“we should get ready for church,” you say softly, as if that’ll make the heat between you disappear.

his hand moves down. between your legs. he touches you like he owns the space between your thighs.

“mm,” he hums. “god can wait.”

“mark—”

“don’t pretend you didn’t dream about it,” he murmurs against your lips. “you were grinding against me in your sleep. moaning.”

you blink, embarrassed. “i—I didn’t know—”

“oh, baby,” he chuckles darkly. “your little pussy knew.”

his fingers glide through the mess still lingering there from the night before—his cum, dried and sticky and warm again from your heat.

you gasp.

“you’re soaked,” he growls. “and we haven’t even started.”

you moan when he circles your clit.

“mark… please…”

“you want it?” he says, voice low. “again?”

you don’t answer. can’t.

his fingers slide inside you slowly, and you cry out.

“your body wants it,” he hisses. “look at how greedy she is. already sucking me in.”

“it’s not right,” you whisper. “it’s morning. it’s—”

“it’s sunday,” he says, pulling his fingers out and sucking them into his mouth. “let’s worship.”

and then he rolls you over. pushes you flat on your stomach.

his hands spread your thighs again.

he growls—growls—at the sight of your cunt, pink and swollen and messy with everything he’s left inside you.

“fuck. i want to breed you.”

you shudder.

“mark—”

“i mean it.” he leans over, cock hard and throbbing against your ass. “i want to fill you again and again until my cum takes. until you’re swollen with my baby.”

your breath catches. the filth in his voice. the fire in your stomach.

he presses his cock against your entrance.

“you’d look so beautiful,” he whispers. “waddling around the church with my child inside you. the pastor’s daughter-in-law, pregnant and ruined and everyone knowing who did it.”

you bite your lip, whimpering.

“say it,” he commands. “say you want me to knock you up.”

“i—i want it,” you cry. “i want your baby, mark.”

he thrusts in deep. slow. your mouth falls open.

“fuck,” you moan. “oh my god—”

he snaps his hips forward, and the stretch opens you again, deep and raw. you’re already wet—soaked from both your desire and the filth he left inside you—and he glides in smoothly, thick and throbbing.

“that’s it,” he groans. “take it. take my cock like a good wife.”

your hands claw at the sheets as his thrusts build in rhythm, slow but deep, dragging along every sensitive spot inside you.

you’re not quiet this time.

you moan. you sob. you say words you were never allowed to say.

“fuck—mark—so deep—oh fuck me harder—”

he slaps your ass.

“language,” he growls. “filthy little girl.”

“yes—yes—i’m filthy—so fucking filthy for you—”

his rhythm gets rougher. desperate.

“god won’t hear you now,” he pants. “not when you’re begging me to fuck a baby into you.”

your walls tighten. your climax rises sharp and fast.

“cum for me,” he hisses. “cum like a whore. my whore. my wife.”

and you do.

you scream into the mattress, body shaking violently as your orgasm crashes through you, pulsing around him.

“shit—fuck—gonna fill you again,” he snarls. “breed this tight little cunt.”

his thrusts lose rhythm, grow frantic, and then—

he spills.

hot. thick. so much.

his cock twitches deep inside you as he empties himself, groaning into your neck like he’s dying.

when it’s over, he collapses over you, still pulsing.

your legs are shaking. you can barely breathe.

and between your thighs, you’re leaking again.

this time, it feels like even more.

like a baby might really come of it.

he kisses your cheek.

“i’m gonna do it again tonight,” he whispers. “until it sticks.”

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longwuzhere · 1 year ago

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My Adventures with Superman Season 2 Easter Eggs

Welcome to another week of My Adventures with Superman and what a great episode this one was! I CALLED IT THAT WE'LL BE SEEING A CERTAIN CHARACTER SHOW UP SINCE EPISODE 1 SEASON 1!!! OK lets get to the easter eggs!

My Easter eggs lists for season 1 is here if you haven't seen it!

My season 2 episode 1 Easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here.

My season 2 episode 2 Easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here.

My Easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman comic issue 1 post is here.

My season 2 episode 4 Easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

My season 2 episode 5 Easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

My season 2 episode 6 Easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

My season 2 episode 7 Easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

My Easter eggs and references for My Adventures with Superman comic issue 2 post is here

My season 2 episode 8 Easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

My season 2 episode 9 Easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

My season 2 episode 10 Easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

My Easter eggs and references for My Adventures with Superman comic issue 3 post is here

Spoilers if you haven't seen it yet.

At the start of the episode we see Clark discover a new power of his to protect a person (we'll talk about him soon) during a fire. What we are seeing here is Clark using his Bio Electric Aura. Superman's Bio Electric Aura was first introduced in Superman #1 (1987) where Superman is investigating an abandoned laboratory where stats on Superman are plastered over the computer monitors and he finds the body of the scientist who's neck was snapped by something powerful. So in order to to keep the things inside safe and way from bad people (we'll talk more about this later), Superman does this (W&P: John Byrne, I: Terry Austin, C: Tom Zuiko, L: John Costanza:

He takes it up to space so the vacuum can keep it preserved. But Superman is able to lift such a large piece of land thanks to his Bio Electric Aura. What it does is help protect the Bio Electric Aura user from damage and enhance their strength, speed, and durability. The user extends their aura to whatever object they are interacting with, in Superman's case, this giant piece of land, and be able to lift it up without IRL physics affecting them. Check out All-Star Superman to see how far Clark can use his bio electric aura!

Clark was able to save the man's life from the fire started by Livewire (I talked more about her here). But before the reveal, we have a fun name drop in the scene! The man Clark saved was Silas Stone, the father of Victor Stone aka Cyborg of the Teen Titans/Titan (yeah I know Cyborg was with the Justice League sometimes but he fits with the Teen Titans/Titans more)!

Silas Stone made his first appearance in DC Comics Presents #26 (1980) [W: Marv Wolfman, P: George Perez, I: Dick Giordano, C: Adrienne Roy, L: Ben Oda] as a STAR Labs scientist. After his son's accident, Silas had Victor rebuilt with new cybernetic parts in order to keep him alive, a move that strained his relationship with his son. Here in the pages Raven was showing the Teen Titans that Silas was in trouble trying contact this protoplasmic cell.

Speaking of Victor, we get a reference to him after Livewire threatened his life and Victor was forced to delete the files he had on AmerTek (we'll talk more about that later).

Victor Stone makes his first appearance also in DC Comics Presents #26 (1980) [ W: Marv Wolfman, P: George Perez, I: Dick Giordano, C: Adrienne Roy, L: Ben Oda]. Robin and the rest of the Titans gather at Titan's Tower but for some reason Robin can't recognize the team.

The title for this episode is a nod to Hiromu Arakawa's manga/anime Fullmetal Alchemist, IMO the gold standard when it comes to action manga/anime. Fantastic read and watch highly recommend either watching the anime, Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood and the first Fullmetal Alchemist just to see how the two are different, but also read the manga because its just that good! A very appropriate title for what we will be discussing next!

Finally the one character I hope would show up in MAwS, John Henry Irons! In MAwS like his comic book counterpart worked for AmerTek, but in MAwS Irons hoped he could use AmerTek be beneficial for his neighborhood, Bakerline (which I talked more about here.)

John Henry Irons makes his first appearance in Adventures of Superman #500 (1993) [First Sighting: Man of Steel segment - W: Louise Simonson, P: Jon Bogdanove, I: Dennis Janke, C: Glenn Whitmore, L: Bill Oakley] during the start of the Reign of the Supermen storyline where we see John be buried under rubble after saving one of foreman coworkers and with the help of Superman was able to save both of them. However Doomday attacked the city and John was ready to pay Superman back by helping him fight Doomsday as well but the building John was in collapsed burying him.

Like his comicbook counterpart, John don's a suit to help out Superman later in the episode. In the comics John wears the Steel armor in Superman: The Man of Steel #22 (1993) [Cover art by Jon Bogdanove and Dennis Janke]. After Superman's death at the hands of Doomsday, John builds the Steel suit in order figure out why the weapons he created but ultimately destroyed were in the hands of the gangs of Metropolis. He later learns that Amertek Industries, his former employer was still in business distributing the weapons.

As Clark is running late for a date with Lois as Waid's cafe (I talked about this reference here and you hear a bit of the MAwS leitmotif in the cell jingle.

At the AmerTek demo, Lois is in the crowd to see what they have for their showcase and we see Thomas Weston demonstrate the Metallo, two DC characters from the comics.

Thomas Weston and AmerTerk makes their first appearance in Steel #2 (1994) [W: Louise Simonson, Jon Bogdanove, P: Chris Batista, I: Rich Faber, Andrew Pepoy, C: Gina Going, L: Pat Brosseau]. In the comics Thomas Weston is a Colonel and CEO of Amertek Industries where it is a weapons manufacturing company for the government but upon seeing the weapons be used in the streets of Metropolis, John Henry Irons quits his job as their engineer and destroys all the schematics he had on the weapons, but Amertek Industries was still able to steal John's armor designs for soldiers. If you want to check out John's adventures as Steel give Death of Superman, Reign of the Supermen, Steel, and the current series Steelworks, a read. They're all pretty awesome! Also if you like John Henry Iron's premise give Milestone Comics' Hardware a shot too, same with the current Hardware series too!

Metallo's name was first used in World's Finest #6 (1942) [W: Jerry Seigel, P&I: John Sikela) where Metalo, here aka George Grant, was a scientists who wore a metal suit to rob a train.

The next Metallo was John Corben who first appeared in Action Comics #252 (1959) [W: Robert Bernstein, P&I: Al Plastino], the same comic with Supergirl's first appearance. Here, John Corben's car swerved off a cliff and Professor Vale was able to replace his limbs and heart with metal while his heart is powered by uranium until John Corben learned that Kryptonite would be a better substitute because his uranium heart can only last for a day, while Kryptonite would not need to be replaced at all.

The next Metallo is Roger Corben who first appeared in Superman #310 (1977) [Cover art by Jose Luis Garcia-Lopez and Bob Oksner]. Here, Roger Corben was part of SKULL who engineered Roger's death in order to create a second Metallo just like his deceased brother, John Corben. SKULL manipulated Roger to blame Superman for his misfortune and to seek revenge for his brother.

The more modern Metallo returns this time as John Corben again post-Crisis on Infinite Earths, in Superman #1 (1987) [Cover art by John Byrne, W&P: John Byrne, I: Terry Austin, C: Tom Zuiko, L: John Costanza]. Here, Metallo was built by scientist Emmet Vale, who transferred John Corben's brain to the robot body after Corben's car accident, and using technology stolen from Clark's rocket ship that brought him to Earth. He found bits of Kryptonite and coined it that which is used to power Corben's new body.

At the presentation Vicki Vale tries to get the story from Lois and I talked a bit about her here and she later name drops Palmer Tech. While not in the comics Palmer Tech is a reference to Palmer Technologies from the CW Arrow-verse where it is specialized in nanotechnology founded by Ray Palmer (played by Brandon Routh who was formerly Superman in Superman Returns and Superman again in the CW Arrow-verse) which segues to...

Ray Palmer aka the Atom who first appeared in Showcase #34 (1961) [Cover art by Gil Kane, Murphy Anderson, and Ira Schnapp]. Ray Palmer is a professor from Ivy Town. He stumbles upon a White Dwarf Star fragment which when shot with ultraviolet light can cause anything touching the light to shrink, however after a few minutes later that shrunk object would explode. When Ray used the fragment on himself though, he was able to shrink fine and returned to his normal height. It's hypothesized that his Metagene is what made it safe for him to shrink and grow and as a result he built a device to control the size shrinking and growing on his belt and thus the Atom was born.

Later in the episode Clark and Jimmy meet up with Flip and John comes in to greet the former two and name drops his niece, Natasha.

Natasha Irons makes her first appearance in Steel #1 (1994) [W: Louise Simonson, Jon Bogdanove, P: Chris Batista, I: Rich Faber, C: Gina Going, L: Pat Brosseau] where she greets John who arrived back in Washington DC. Years later in Action Comics #806 (2003) [W: Joe Kelly, P&I: Karl Kerschel , C: Guy Major, L: Comicraft] where after facing the news of her uncle John retiring the Steel mantle, Natasha discovers the hammer and unlocks a recording he made where he discussed the new suit he built. Natasha dons the cool as hell new armor and takes up the Steel name. Fingers crossed Natasha gets to show up and suit up as well, maybe even team up with Kara in the future if that happens?!

At the end of the episode Lex unfortunately buys out AmerTek and renames it to LexCorp. LexCorp was first mentioned in Superman #416 (1986) [W: Elliot S. Maggin, P: Curt Swan, I: Al Williamson, C: Gene D'Angelo, L: Duncan Andrews] where Superman encounters a hologam message from Future Superman telling him to not pursue Lex who will save a child that will cure him of his obsessive hatred for Superman which then leads to Lex using his brains to benefit humankind like the holocaster that is mentioned in the panels. The later iteration of Lex where he is a shady businessman when John Byrne took over the Man of Steel and Superman titles helped establish LexCorp to what we know today in pop culture (fantastic runs btw definitely recommend reading them).

And with that episode 3 is done! Come back next week for episode 4's references and Easter eggs!

My Easter eggs lists for season 1 is here if you haven't seen it!

My season 2 episode 1 Easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

My season 2 episode 2 Easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

My Easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman comic issue 1 post is here

My season 2 episode 4 Easter eggs ad references in My Adventures with Superman post is here