#S.T.A.R. Labs

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My Adventures with Superman Season 2 Easter Eggs

Welcome back everyone! Here we are season 2 of My Adventures with Superman! What a fantastic first two episodes and as usual they're full of fun Easter eggs which I will point out and explain to those who aren't familiar so you can be in the know with the comics book readers! My Easter eggs lists for season 1 is here if you haven't seen it!

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Spoilers if you haven't seen the episode

Starting things off MAwS's Season 2 episode 1 title is a reference to Shakesspeare's Hamlet where Hamlet is speaking to Horatio and says this line about how you gotta see it to believe it essentially. In my opinion in terms of the show I read it as we and the MAwS cast are gonna be seeing a lot of wilder things in space and on Earth.

After the title we see Jimmy flaunting his wealth around giving the Daily Planet employees Valentines day cards after selling his social media site Flamebird to the Planet. Clark gets one and talks about his planned date with Lois and Cat Grant interrupts him saying that date is such a bore. I explained Flamebird here and talked about Cat Grant here.

After, Perry White enters the scene complaining how Vicki Vale of the Gotham Gazette is always one step ahead of the Planet reporting on huge news. I talked about Vicki Vale here.

Lois, after waking up from a nap, mentions to Perry about a weird meteorite that landed in the Antarctic. She names drops her STAR Labs friend Hank. Later when the gang meet we learn that he's married. From those clues we can conclude this is Hank Henshaw.

Hank Henshaw in the comics makes his first appearance as an astronaut in Adventures of Superman #465 (1990) [W&P: Dan Jurgens, I: Art Thibert, C: Glenn Whitmore L: Albert DeGuzman]. He and his crew meet their unfortunate fates in the next issue as each crew member is hit with radiation in space causing their bodies to change. One member is turned to stone and gravel and bits from the wreckage of the ship when it crashed back to Earth, another's body turns to radiation, Terri, Hank's wife later learns that her body is phasing into a different dimension. She's saved but Hank 's body later decays rapidly. Doesn't all this sound Fantastically Four-miliar?

Hank Henshaw would later return in the Reign of the Supermen storyline as Cyborg Superman after Clark's death at the hands of Doomsday in Adventures of Superman #500 (1993) [W&P: Dan Jurgens, I: Doug Hazelwood, C: Glenn Whitmore, L: John Costanza]. How Hank returned and got this wild mechanical Superman body I wont say but I do recommend reading Adventures of Superman #466-468, the Death of Superman, A World Without Superman, and the Reign of the Supermen story arcs to find out. Will this also happen to Hank in MAwS? Who knows? Only time will tell

Lois name drops the DC universe's most famous laboratory and research center, S.T.A.R. Labs. You may have first heard about it from the CW DC shows. S.T.A.R Labs conducts a variety of experiments from space travel to technology and they usually are the superheroes' go-to when it comes to lab analysis. The research center makes it's first appearance in Superman #246 (1971) [W: Len Wein, P: Curt Swan, I: Murphy Anderson] where Superman scoops up some plankton and algae for them in the panel.

Jimmy in the scene before they meet Hank name drops Amazo Tech. I talked more about the company and the former CEO here.

As the MawS trio go to Antartica to check out the meteorite, which turns out to be a Kryptonian spaceship, Clark has another meeting with his father who tells him "oh yeah you have a cousin that my brother Zor-El launched to space to be safe cuz of the Kryptonian bullshittery we did" (I'll explain that later). Anyways Kara!

Kara Zor-El makes her first appearance in Action Comics #252 (1959) [Cover Art by Curt Swan and Al Plastino] where like her cousin was sent to space in a rocket ship to save herself after her part of Krypton was miraculously remained intact but meteors destroyed the lead shielding that Zor-El made to protect his people from the Kryptonite that was still present on their part of Krypton. Zor-El and his wife, Alura In-Zee, (she gets named much later) also made their first appearances in the same comic as Supergirl's debut. Kara has died in Crisis on Infinite Earths, had others taken up that mantle until her reappearance in Superman/Batman #8 (2004), and since then has made a name for herself in the pop culture zeitgeist with her appearances in the DCAU, my first introduction to her, the animated movies, her CW show, and in the movies! I highly recommend checking out Supergirl: Woman of Tomorrow. Its got a killer story by Tom King and BEAUTIFUL ART by Bilquis Evely and Mat Lopes!

Jor-El tells Clark about the Kryptonians getting their ass handed to them by lasers going in sharp angles you know "oh shit you do not fuck with Darkseid!"

Darkseid, created by the legendary comic artist Jack Kirby, is the ultimate evil in the DC universe and makes his first appearance in the comics in Superman's Pal Jimmy Olsen #134 (1970) [W&P: Jack Kirby, I: Vince Coletta]. Darkseid is everything that Jack Kirby hated about fascism rolled into one character. He's after the Anti-Life Equation, the ultimate formula that will break all of free will and force everyone to bow down to Darkseid's will. He's often seen fighting the New Gods, Justice League, or even Superman solo. The angled laser comes from Darkseid's Omega Beams where he shoots it out from his eyes and they will follow you until it hits their target bending around anything and anyone to get to you as seen here in this cover of Justice League #23.1: Darkseid (2013) by Ivan Reis, Joe Prado, and Alex Sinclair):

Based on that tiny bit of teasing in that scene I cant wait for the MAwS crew introduce him. Also shout out to the them for including the little Kirby crackles when the Kryptonian's got vaporized that was a nice bit of detail to honor Jack Kirby's most famous drawing technique!

As Jor-El and Clark have some catching up to do, Lois and Jimmy are attack by the robots in the ship and you might recognize the symbol on them as the symbol of Brainiac. I talked more about him here also that one Kryptonian from the finale of season 1 shows up again at the end of the episode. No confirmation on if its Zod or not but there is a good chance its Zod imo at least.

As our heroes encounter Task Force X (I talked more about them and Amanda Waller here), Amanda Waller is talking to one of her new super soldiers, Damage who we see can grow into a hulking size. This is a reference to...

Ethan Avery, aka Damage from the New Age of Heroes initiative from DC post-Dark Nights Metal where his first appearance was in Dark Nights Metal: The Casting #1 (2017). Ethan was a former soldier in the US Army who volunteered for the Damage program and was given the serum to turn him into the giant Hulk pastiche we see here on the textless cover of Damage #7 (2018) by Tony S. Daniel, Danny Miki, and Tomeu Morey. As Damage, Ethan was not able to control his actions for one hour and would go on a rampage against militant groups for US Army missions. Here in MAwS, we can see some of Damage's comic design be invoked in the cartoon with the giant hulking body MAwS has, the dark arms, and pants. very subtle but it works.

As the chaos from the fight subsides, we see the former spaceship transform itself and the surrounding ice into this crystalline superstructure and what famous isolated fortress looking building in the Antarctic in Superman lore does that bring to mind? THE FORTRESS OF SOLITUDE!

The Fortress of Solitude that pop culture knows made its first appearance in Action Comics #241 (1958) [Cover art by Curt Swan and Stan Kaye]. Superman in the Golden Age had a "Secret Sanctuary" in the outskirts of Metropolis on a mountain top in Superman #17 (1942), but it wasn't until the 1950s where the Fortress of Solitude was relocated to the Arctic which is shown here. The location gets changed again to the Antarctic post-Crisis on Infinite Earths. Superman would have other Fortresses of Solitude in other locations like the Bermuda Triangle, which is the latest or the Arctic again. Superman would usually keep things pertaining to his Kryptonian culture in the fortress like the Phantom Zone Projector or the bottled city of Kandor. Based on what we're seeing in MAwS it seems like they'll be setting this up as a new place for Clark to get in touch with his Kryptonian heritage.

What a fun first episode! Can't wait to see what the future episodes will have! So excited to return to My Adventures with Superman! My season 2 episode 2 Easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

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My Easter eggs and references for My Adventures with Superman comic issue 3 post is here and if you missed it my Season 1 Easter eggs list is here

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GUYS GUYS GUYS GUYS GUYS! I JUST REALIZED!!!!!

[celadons-penultimate]

Victor Stone, a.k.a. Cyborg, was once a star student athlete w/ a promising academic future, before a catastrophic lab accident endangered his life; his father, renowned S.T.A.R. Labs scientist Silas Stone, helped save him, and in the process, equipped his body w/ a veritable arsenal of advanced (alien?) technology; since then, Vic's genius mind & ingenious tech (ntm the ability to mentally interface w/ machines) have saved countless lives, often alongside heroes like the Teen Titans / Titans, the Justice League, Doom Patrol & more!

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Adventures of Superman #514 (July 1994)

"THE FALL OF METROPOLIS," Part 4! Metropolis is invaded by aliens! And werewolves! And Nazis! And Lois Lane dies! And Professor Hamilton loses a limb! Only one of these things ends up being true by the time the issue is over.

Metropolis is still in ruins after the explosive events of Action #700 (it's not like they can magically fix it from one issue to the next, right?) and on top of that, the city is now covered in so much fog that it's giving me Superman 64 flashbacks. But this is no regular fog: when some armed preppers walk through it, one of them suddenly hallucinates that his friends are alien invaders and kills them in a panic. Elsewhere, three soldiers are affected by the fog and start seeing everyone around them as "commies," the Viet Cong (so "commies" again), and werewolves (communist ones, presumably).

Superman stops a soldier from shooting a rabbi/imaginary werewolf, but the soldier sees him as a vampire while the rabbi thinks Superman is a Nazi (both solid Elseworlds premises).

While trying to contain all the people tripping balls around Metropolis, Superman runs into Lois, who's just chilling in the middle of the ruins. Just as Superman comments that he seems to be immune to whatever is making people hallucinate their worst fears, that trigger-happy prepper from before appears and shoots at them, thinking they're aliens (well, he's half right).

Superman just lets the bullets bounce off his chest... not noticing that one bounced in Lois' direction, fatally injuring her. NEXT: Reign of the Lois Lanes?!

Making matters worse, Ma and Pa Kent happen to stroll by, having seemingly traveled to war-torn Metropolis just to tell their son what a disappointment he is. Then Lex Luthor shows up too, with his luscious red locks inexplicably restored, and tells Superman none of this would have happened if he hadn't stolen Lois and Metropolis from him. Lex finally concedes that Metropolis is "Superman's city," but only because, as Superman just noticed, the city is full of nothing but corpses now.

Meanwhile, Professor Hamilton is having a tough time too: a prostitute has just shot him in the arm because she hallucinated that Hambone was her abusive pimp. Hamilton is rescued by a white-haired young lady who smacks the prostitute with a plank of wood. Ham and the girl jump into his car to escape the crazed crowd around them, but then he hallucinates his worst fear: not being able to operate a vehicle because the controls are too complicated.

"Also, I'm naked!"

The girl jump-starts the car's engine and they speed away from the crowd -- only to realize that being in a speeding car with someone who's hallucinating at the wheel isn't such a brilliant idea. They end up driving the car off a pier, and right before they do, we see that Ham happened to have a box full of something called "synthetic enzymes" on his back seat...

Back to Superman, he angrily flies into the sky with Luthor, who morphs into his old school bald self and goads Superman into killing him. Superman refuses to give in to hatred and delivers a speech about rebuilding a better, Lex-free Metropolis, causing Luthor to fade away, as does Lois' corpse. Right then, Hamilton and the white-haired girl come to tell Superman that they've figured out how to stop the hallucinations: no, not "facing and overcoming your deepest fears," but simply spreading that convenient "synthetic enzyme" throughout the city to negate the fog's effect.

(This is why I never leave the house without synthetic enzymes in my car since reading this issue.)

Superman makes the enzyme rain down over Metropolis and everything goes back to normal... except for Professor Hamilton who, to quote Arrested Development, is now "all right," because he lost his left arm. Superman and Hamilton figure out that the crazy fog was another one of Luthor's "fail-safes" in case he was ever defeated, like the killer robots that have been attacking Metropolis over the past weeks (Man of Steel #35 and Superman #91).

But there's still one fail-safe left, and it's a big one...

TO BE CONCLUDED!

Creator-Watch:

This month's issue of Adventures is guest-drawn by Peter Krause, who coincidentally also guest-drew Adventures and Superman exactly two years ago during the Agent Liberty two-parter. We'll see a little more Krause in the near future via another Adventures issue and the Metropolis S.C.U. miniseries… and maybe a LOT more in the not-so-near future if our plans to cover his Power of Shazam! ongoing series with Jerry Ordway in our newsletter come into fruition. (Don is a big fan and I've always been curious about it because 1) it's Ordway and 2) José "Gangbuster" Delgado is in it.)

Plotline-Watch:

The loss of Professor Hamilton's arm will be the longest-lasting consequence of Metropolis' destruction. (It will also be used to turn him into a villain after this era, but we won't be covering those issues and I'm glad.) I like that good ol' Ham is so absent-minded that he seems to have forgotten about his missing arm like five minutes after they amputated it. He also forgot that his hair is supposed to be grey, apparently.

There's a dark irony to Hamilton losing a limb after being shot by a prostitute, considering that Adventures #425, his second appearance, was about him kidnapping a "strumpet" at gunpoint out of desperation after Luthor stole his invention. He did his time and got his shit together after that, though.

Yes, Luthor's final fail-safe is the Awesome Kryptonian Battle Robot, which was built in ancient Krypton, sent to the Phantom Zone, ended up in the Fortress of Solitude (where Professor Hamilton used it to play tag with robots), and was most recently used by the powerless, recently resuscitated Superman to walk from Antactica to Metropolis during "Reign of the Supermen." I guess Superman sorta lost track of it after that, but to be fair he did have a lot on his mind at that point.

At S.T.A.R. Labs, Dr. Kitty "Rampage" Faulkner tells Superman that right before Project Cadmus was destroyed (as far everyone knows, anyway), they used some fantastic sci-fi technology called a "modem" to send S.T.A.R. their info on the cure to the Clone Plague. Despite Luthor being a dick in and out of Superman's hallucinations, Superman still makes sure he's delivered to S.T.A.R. at the end of the issue so they can apply the cure (though we already know he won't stay there for long).

"Mardis" up there is Dr. Jean Louis Mardis from the recent S.T.A.R. Corps miniseries, who is somehow still employed by S.T.A.R. despite trying to pass off alien tech as his own inventions, accidentally turning a bunch of regular people into superpowered freaks and nearly causing an AI to conquer the world. S.T.A.R., which has also employed Hamilton in the recent past, seems to be big on second opportunities.

As far as I can tell, that white-haired young lady who has a weird amount of protagonism in this issue Never Showed Up Again. [EDIT: k9feline reminded me in the comments that she DOES show up again, with her rock band! Shame on me.] Given the color of her hair, her surprising skill with machines, and the fact that she keeps calling Professor Hamilton "pops," I'm gonna assume she's supposed to be his secret lovechild (with a prostitute?).

Big Belly Burger sighting! "Eat 'em!"

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Art-Watch (by @donsparrow):

We open with the cover, and it’s a pretty affecting one, a pieta style pose with a massive Superman mourning an apparently grievously injured Lois Lane.  Very emotional, and pretty restrained, in terms of '90s-excesses—in the hands of a lesser artist, the idea of Lois’ tattered clothes would be treated as titillating rather than sorrowful, so it’s an effective choice that Barry Kitson makes here.

The cover is all the Kitson we get, as the interiors are handled by Pete Krause, a terrific artist, and soon-to-be companion of Jerry Ordway on the excellent Power of Shazam! series.  Though I think his sharpest work is ahead of him, his pencils are solid throughout this issue, an interesting middle ground between the shadowy slickness of someone like Stuart Immonen (indeed, I don’t remember Krause ever looking so much like Immonen), and the pure linework of someone like Tom Grummett. The shot of Superman rescuing the old man is a great one.  Our introduction to Lois Lane in the story is also a cute panel, as Superman greets her with a (fairly wide) open mouth kiss.

The image of Professor Hamilton getting shot in the arm is something of a mixed bag—the expression of pain is great, but it also doesn’t actually show him getting shot (the drawing appears to indicate that he was only grazed by the bullet) but we later learn that the injury is so severe his arm must be amputated. [Max: I also got the impression that the injury wasn't so severe, but the girl does mention that Ham spent "hours" looking for Superman without getting medical attention, so that didn't help.]

The smoke is well used as a framing device for the dream sequences, as both the cause of the hallucinations, and a good way of demonstrating the dream like quality that feverish fantasy lends.  The panel of a majestic Lex II is particularly well done.

The best panel in the book might be on page 16, where an enraged Superman flies Lex II up up and away, and Lex’s roses fall to Earth, giving a real sense of height and motion. 

The pages where Superman puts Hamilton���s cure into action are great, as Superman soars into action, and creates a water spout to deliver the cure.

Finally, I always love seeing the Mignola-designed Kryptonian battle suit in action, and it’s an efficient piece of storytelling that Lex picked it up when it was just abandoned on the harbour in the "Reign of the Superman" storyline.

I’m not generally a fan of dream sequences as I often find them to be indulgent writing, and also inconsequential plotting—they rarely mean anything more than actual dreams do.  But this issue on the whole wasn’t as frustrating as some fever dream issues can be, as Karl Kesel deftly uses Superman’s nightmarish doubts to fuel action that did matter to the plot.

SPEEDING BULLETS:

Though the film is decades away, the alien infected soldiers from Jeff Scully’s chemically induced reverie look for all the world like the Orcs from the unrelentingly terribly 2017 movie from future terrible Superman writer Max Landis, Bright.

I can’t remember a time when a one-off character got so many name mentions as Jeff Scully, who gets identified no fewer than three times in the book.  I wonder if it was a buddy of Karl Kesel’s perhaps.  [Max: Since he's obsessed with aliens, I always took it as a little X-Files shout out.]

Then on the other end of the spectrum, we’re introduced to the lady in the headband who pulls a Thelma and Louise off a pier with Professor Hamilton, but in spite of having pages of dialogue, is never given a name, that I can find.

The “baker to alpha” soldier is a dead ringer for Pork Chop Hill era Gregory Peck, in my estimation.

I’m not entirely sure who I’d cast as Emil Hamilton, but in the final pages of this story, he looks a lot like Awakenings era Robin Williams to me.

I had forgotten exactly how Hamilton lost his arm, I just remember that he suddenly had a robot arm.  It’s a bit odd that a high tech character like him loses his arm to plain old gunfire.   

Am I alone in being confused why the toxin was able to affect Superman’s super-efficient system?  Though he needs to breathe, traditionally, he’d never show much vulnerability to gases in past stories. [Max: I guess it's possible that Lex intentionally designed it to be strong enough to affect Superman, and the military rejected it when they were like "uh, why does the budget include a $100 million 'Kryptonian respiratory system research' item...?"]

GODWATCH:  A very overt reference to the almighty from our Holocaust survivor elderly man, thanking both God and Superman for dispelling the fear toxin—complete with a literal and symbolic rainbow after the storm.

One wonders if Lex’s weaponized fear toxin was in any way based off of Batman villain Scarecrow’s concoction.  Seems like a missed opportunity, though it’s a pretty jam packed issue. 

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My acquisition of Cyborg sketch cover by Scott Ambruson was also signed by interior artist Joe Prado at Wicked Comic Con 2024 and has been slabbed by CBCS Comics

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Seven Soldiers of Victory

Shining Knights gather. Will Camelot fall again? Not if the Seven Soldiers of Victory have anything to say about it.

Sir Justin, Shining Knight

Sir Ystin, Shining Knight, Sir Ystina

Gimmix, Jacqueline Pemberton

Green Arrow, Connor Hawke

Crimson Avenger, Jill Carlyle

S.T.A.R. Labs' Guardian, Michael

Stripe, Mike Dugan

Sir Justin and Sir Ystin belong to two different Camelots, but they both see familiar patterns playing out. Mike Dugan has finally graduated to hero status and uses his stepsister's Cosmic Coverter Belt, styling himself as simply...Stripe. Connor Hawke continues the Green Arrow legacy by following in his father's footsteps. Gimmix finds purpose rolling with her uncle's old crew. Guardian, a glorified security guard, takes his tech and skillset to the big leagues and proves himself as worthy as any other Guardian to weild the shield. Crimson Avenger fights along the other Soldiers of Victory, but stands ready to avenge them if they fall.

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thank you!! <3333

does anyone have a floor plan of S.T.A.R. Labs from the show or do I have to make it myself?

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Vladco Heiress au is constantly on loop in my head so here my ideas for the other DP characters:

Jazz - researcher psychologist with a focus on socio-cultural psychology. After Danny manages to come to a compromise with his rouges, creating a long-term truce, she becomes interested in cultural differences between Realm beings and Amity Parkers & later on how the two cultures started to blend and form unique social norms.

Tucker - didn’t go to college and just started immediately working at Vladco as Danny's assistant/advisor to help him out while he figured out how to run the company. Once Danny started getting things under control Tucker became an engineer (still at Vladco) to focus on his inventions.

Sam - she properly sat down with her parents and talked to them leading to them realizing they have been acting unreasonably and compromising. Her dad offers to teach her and Danny both business and how to lead a company as an olive branch. I imagine her family has a successful telecommunication company but for now her dad is running the company so Sam can start her own company which creates and researches eco-friendly solutions (e.g biodegradable plastics) while working with a bunch of eco charities.

Valerie - in my au she joins the Phantom team during 50 Shades Of Valerie Grey. The team has trouble trusting her at first but eventually they become close friends. I imagine that she took some odd jobs after high school trying to support her dad and then ended up with a security job she enjoyed. Once Ellie started traveling Danny hired her to act as Ellie's bodyguard because she's the only person he could trust keep Ellie safe. Whenever she's back in Amity she meets up with Danny and Tucker to have geek out sessions where they create ridiculous technology while not sleeping for 3 days.

Wes - became part of Team Phantom after Val but before the release of Pariah Dark. Became an investigative journalist so he travels a lot - this and his tendency to hyper fixate on his articles means that he's horrible at keeping in touch with people. He's closest with Valerie (she was the first one to properly accept him onto the team) and Ellie (they meet up whenever they are in same city and compare notes about rich people - Wes tells her which CEO's he thinks are doing shady shit and she tells him which rich people gave her bad vibes or are assholes).

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A Round Door Like a Porthole, Lazarus Green Pt. 1 (you're here) Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt. 4

Wayne Enterprises didn’t really need a small business specializing in “ecto-weapons” invented by self-purported ghost hunters, but S.T.A.R. Labs tipped Lucius Fox off that Lex Luthor was trying to buy an obscure little company in Illinois, and thwarting Luthor was always worthwhile. Now Tim just had to figure out what to do with all the equipment and the concerningly large arsenal of guns and things that looked like normal household items but seemed to have other, horrific purposes. He would have laughed at the way they slapped “Fenton” in front of every invention name (do ghost hunters really need a Fenton thermos? Won’t a normal thermos keep their coffee hot just as well? Are ghosts like trout, to be caught with a Fenton Ghost Fisher which just looks like a normal fishing rod but glow-in-the-dark. And what the fuck even is a Fenton Peeler!?), but he thought with some chagrin about the batarangs, batmobile, and everything else that had “bat” as a prefix in the batcave. 

However, of all the things Tim hadn’t expected to find when he flew out to do an inventory of assets after they bought the business sight-unseen, a portal generating a Lazarus Pit in gaseous form was probably at the top of his list. He didn’t even know that Lazarus water could change states from a liquid to a gas like that. Maybe there actually was something to the whole ghost thing. He supposed that it made sense for ghosts to exist, after all Deadman was part of Justice League Dark. Speaking of. . . he should see if Bruce could call in someone from JLD to assess things. He was feeling decidedly out of his depth.

John Constantine did not like to consult for mega corporations like Wayne Enterprises, but Batman had specifically requested he go check something out and he figured, where's the harm? 

There. 

There’s the harm. 

It turned out the “thing” he’d been called in to look at is a machine that can tear open a stable portal into the Infinite Realms. That is not something that should be possible. That is not something technology should be capable of achieving. That is definitely not something that should exist. Bloody hell, what had the Bats roped him into!?

This really should have been Zatana’s job. Or Deadman’s. Hell, Raven or Secret would be preferable. Because John would prefer not to be dealing with this. In fact, he would prefer to be back in literal Hell than deal with the crazy shit in the Infinite Realms. Could John handle demons, archangels, and even gods? Yeah. He can bind or exorcize most supernatural threats. Does that mean he relishes the idea of going toe to toe with heavy hitters from the Infinite Realms? Absolutely not. 

Some beings who lived there were just little blob ghosts made from ectoplasm and emotion. Some were the restless undead who could not or would not cross over to their afterlives. And some were the embodiments of concepts like nature, destructive weather, and dreams. He wasn’t sure where Death fit into the Realms, whether she ruled or visited, or if it was actually just an extension of her, but he didn’t really want to find out. There were many things John could defeat. Death wasn’t one of them. And now he was looking at a portal into a realm where the living were not meant to be. 

Danny hadn’t returned to Fenton Works since graduating high school. It turned out that he was less anxious when he was not living with people who fantasized about “tearing him apart molecule by molecule” and thought that discussing their plans to dissect him (although he maintained that it would be a vivisection since he’s only half dead) made for fascinating dinner conversation. Who would have thought that his constant stress, anxiety, and insomnia were caused by environmental factors? He’d been unpacking things with a very nice therapist his sister helped him find, and seen great improvements in his mental health. It really helped that she was dead too, and unlike Spectra she didn’t feed off the misery of her patients.

Danny hadn’t intended to ever return to Fenton Works, but when Jazz told him that Jack and Maddie sold their life's work to Wayne Enterprises and a multibillionaire playboy was about to have unfettered access to the Ghost Zone, he was. . . concerned. To say the least. And that was why he was in the middle of doing some light sabotage when Tim Drake-Wayne and a guy in a trenchcoat who reeked of cigarette smoke entered the basement lab. It’s why he was hiding under the Specter Speeder removing the ecto-engine, and there to overhear the conversation that followed.

“So, am I right in thinking that’s a Lazarus Pit?” Tim asked Constantine.

The older man stared at the portal, then at Tim, then at the portal for an uncomfortably long time. Then he pulled out a flask and drained half its contents before saying, “Yes and no. That is basically the same substance as the pits, but I think that this does something else entirely. It seems like this machine basically functions as a summoning circle, but instead of pulling one entity from one side to the other, this is just an open doorway that is perpetually pulling in anything or anyone who gets within its sphere of influence.”

“That doesn’t sound like a good thing, John.”

“It’s really not,” 

“So what does that mean, is it like a blown hatch in space causing rapid depressurization?” Tim felt a little ill at the thought. “What is it even pulling into our world?”

“No, no. Nothing so dramatic as that. It’s more like, hm, so the way summoning circles work is they invite or compel a specific entity to manifest, by basically making a one-way magical portal for them. This portal is kinda like an invitational summoning, which entices, but doesn’t force anyone to enter. Usually a summoning will have a purpose though, and the being you summon will be offered a deal. If this is doing what I think it is and pulling citizens of the Infinite Realms through and leaving them on this side without a contract or direction, they’re probably getting pretty frustrated and causing havoc. It’s like offering someone a job in another country so they have to get a visa and uproot everything, only to get off the plane and find an empty office, no housing, and no paycheck.” John lit up a cigarette and took a drag.

Tim wrinkled his nose, but knew from long experience that it wasn’t worth it to argue about American tobacco restrictions in the workplace with Constantine, especially while the man was doing him a favor. Also, the man looked like he really needed either a cigarette or another drink, and he’d prefer second hand smoke to a drunk sorcerer. “So then why hasn’t this town been overrun by these beings from the Infinite Realms?”

“Good question kid, but what I really want to know is how is this portal staying open? Really, how was it opened in the first place is the most pressing issue.” John mused.

Tim had already located the blueprints for the portal while waiting for Constantine, but either the Fentons had intentionally falsified the documents to seem plausible just long enough to make off with the money, or he just didn’t understand enough of the interaction between physics and the occult to comprehend how the portal could possibly function. 

He flipped back through the blueprints while the blond man sat cross legged in front of the swirling green portal and his low, distracted mutterings took on the cadence of a chant. The curl of smoke from his lit cigarette unfurled into some kind of spell array, and began to glow. Huh, maybe Tim shouldn't be too quick to judge him for tobacco misuse. Tim triple checked the flat file for any more information about the portal, and came up empty handed.

John, meanwhile, kept chanting as the magical array grew and spread to encompass the entire entrance to the portal. At last he stopped speaking and stood up, stepping back to double check his work. “Alright, Drake. You might wanna close your eyes for this one. It’s gonna be bright,” he said, popping his cigarette back between his lips. Then he stepped forward and blew a mouthful of smoke on the center of the array. The smoke caught against the softly glowing lines, pushing them until they floated back and collided with the nebulous green swirls and, despite Tim closing his eyes, flashed so incandescently white he could see them through his eyelids.

“OW! Fuck!!” John clutched his face, pressing the heels of his hands to his eyes. “I’m doubling my consulting fee,” he grumbled under his breath.

“You alright?” Tim asked, blinking spots out of his vision.

“Yeah, yeah. Just give me a sec.” He too was blinking now. “That was not supposed to be so bright.”

“I’m assuming it worked though.”

“It had bloody well better ’ave worked.” The older man squinted at the slightly dimmer lines which still shone painfully bright against the green. “Oh. Yeah, that worked. Fuck. . .”

“What?” Tim looked on in alarm as Constantine pressed a hand over his mouth. 

“Oh man. What wanker did you say created this portal?”

“Presumably Drs. Madeline and Jack Fenton. Why?” He drew the last syllable out skeptically. 

“Because, they opened this portal with a child sacrifice, and bound his death and all the lost life potential to their bloody machine to create a perpetual gateway to the Infinite Realms.”

[effehezepe]

At some point some S.T.A.R. Labs engineer was like "I assure you Mr Henshaw, it is imperative that all our spacesuits come equipped with built-in kitty ears", and I think that's wonderful.

[on-leatheredwings]

Dirty Laundry (18+)

Yandere! Dick Grayson x (Fem) Reader

> romantic, 18+ > Request: I think Dick would be a major creep and your rules didn't say anything about no nsft, so can I ask for a fic with this scenario: Dick stealing reader's underwear and using the dirty ones to get off while cumming into the clean ones. And putting the "clean" ones back into her dresser hoping she doesn't notice the stains and wears them? Thanks! > a/n: …………………………………… Ohhhh, so you’re crazy. Meaning, you’re just like me . thanks for the dick request i want to write him better/more ;u; had fun writing this! > tw: someone cumming in your panties without your consent or knowledge, so sexual assault. As well as yandere-typical thoughts and behaviors. > Word count: 1847 (Ugh this was supposed to be like 3 paragraphs max but i’m me.)

Dick’s your best friend. 

… You guess.

He was new to Blüdhaven, and you two just seemed to keep bumping into each other in the rare times you left your apartment. Might as well get to know the guy. You didn’t have much choice in the matter, once he attached to you. And that was okay, because you liked him back and, frankly, were in quite desperate need for friends. The man currently lounges on your bed, sifting through a magazine while you’re mixing audio for this indie rock cover band that’s commissioned you. That’s your side hustle and passion, when you’re not being a work-from-home researcher for S.T.A.R. Labs. 

You’re an hour into your work and Dick Grayson is lounging on his spot on your bed, because he has claimed a spot at this point. All is well with the world. Then, your stomach lets out a groan, and so do you.

A pair of eyes, all ocean blue and twinkling, slide over to you without a second’s hesitation. You meet them, unblinking and unperturbed. Does he know he’s kind of a freak? Being all light-eyed and adoring?

You stand up without fanfare, removing your headphones from your ears and letting them sit around the column of your neck.

“I’m going to get food from the place next door.”

You yawn and walk away from your desk. That usually was much harder for you, but Grayson’s presence in your life had made it more of a priority for you to care for yourself. “Don’t touch anything,” you say, plainly and without venom. Without another word, you’re gone, and Dick launches up from his seat once he hears the front door to your flat close.

He told himself he was going to do this today. He told himself, and he is a man of his word.

He opens the bottom drawer of your dresser, where he knows you keep your clean pairs of underwear. Then he trespasses into your closet, where he knows you keep your laundry basket.

Dick knows where a lot of things are in your apartment, and he has made it his job to know every inch of your bedroom specifically. When you leave the room, like times like this, he enjoys going around and familiarizing himself with everything. And he’s planted cameras, of course. He does leave your en-suite restroom alone, an act he pats himself on the back for. You deserved your privacy, after all. To his disappointment, you do tend to masturbate exclusively in the shower, and he must tide himself over with the audio his cameras pick up, rather than visuals.

After a moment’s hesitation, Dick buries his hands into your laundry basket. These were the things… you wore. His eyes twinkle as he smiles. Still, he had no time to waste. While often busy, the Chinese place you were at was also known for its fast service. Dick grabs the first pair of panties he sees: blue lace-trim, white in color, with blue gingham. You’re so cute. 

He sits in your closet, back to your hamper, slides off the jeans that look really good on him which he hopes you’ve noticed. All of these actions are done a little clumsier than normal because his pulse roars in his ears.

He lets his head fall backward, and he begins pumping his cock with your panties in that same hand. He thinks of your face, your body, your hands. He really likes your hands, so adept and amble, always flying across a keyboard or strumming a guitar. He thinks about the honest things you say, truthful but usually with tact. He thinks about your eyes crinkling when he’s being a show-off, and your pretty lips that you’re usually wetting with your tongue rather than finally just getting lip balm. 

At this point, Dick is a wreck, eyes glazed over and only half-open. His eyelashes flutter as he struggles to keep them open. He goes slack-jawed, pink lips only a little swollen from his biting down on them. He’s about to finish, he knows he is. It’s building in him like the birth of a tidal wave. Pre-cum and his sweat have soiled your gingham pair, and he looks at the very plain pair of navy blue boyshorts in his free hand, clenched into a fist. He finds himself blushing. Your underwear is so… you, and it’s hilarious that holding them in his hand is what is flustering him so much. Considering what he’s doing.

Dick whimpers, a sound that’s both embarrassing and utterly liberating. Pleasure pulses in between his legs, his back shoots into an arch, his balls hike up to the base of his cock. He cums with a raspy cry, right onto the crotch of your boyshorts. He had initially planned to just finish anywhere on the fabric, but at the last second decided to cum where your cunt would touch. He’s kind of romantic like that. (He’s also kind of a pervert, and he knows that.)

He pants in the afterglow of his orgasm, cheeks painted over with rosy pink. He tosses your white pair back into its home, the laundry basket.

His calloused fingers reach up for the corner of his mouth, which had been agape this whole while. 

… Was he drooling? 

Dick robotically proceeds to rub his semen into your underwear until it's just a dark stain. He pulls his dark jeans from the pool of black denim they formed at his ankles, he runs his fingers through his hair at a job well done. He returns your boyshorts to your dresser, neatly folding them like all the rest. And finally, he wipes his mouth. He returns to your bed, and it’s like nothing has happened since you left.

Dick Grayson – Gotham pretty boy, badass superhero – should probably cringe; in any other context, isn’t that so lame…? But considering it was you, honestly, what could he have expected…

You come back into your bedroom, a bag of takeout swinging from your hands. His eyes don’t leave you for an instant.

… You simply have that effect on him. 

You stomp through his room until you’re right in front of him, where he pretends to be scrolling on his phone. Your arms are akimbo as you stare down at him, blocking your room’s overhead light with your skull and casting your shadow over him. He looks up and smiles cheekily.

“Alright, Dickard.” Dick’s lips quirk. “Get out. I’m going to shower and change.” Sniffing yourself on the way back, you decided it was high time you did. 

Dick’s brain goes a mile a minute. Shower. Change. Underwear? His heart skitters but he doesn’t show it. 

“Aw, don’t let me stop you. Feel free,” he teasingly sings.

Your eye twitches and you take it upon yourself to physically move him. Not that you could if he chose to actually resist. You know that he must be strong, stronger than ‘doing acrobatics as a hobby’ must make someone. You’ve caught a peek at his abdomen and biceps now and then. Guy is ripped. 

“Go eat,” you order, throwing the takeout into his hand. “I got enough for the both of us.” Why, Dick could twirl his hair and kick his feet right now – despite a prickly exterior, you really were a sweetheart, weren’t you? He refuses to have you pay for him though. He will definitely be returning the favor thricefold.

You successfully shoo the six feet tall model out of your room. 

Once he’s out, you take your shower, standing for five minutes in the spray until it grows warm. You think with amusement at the idea of movies and TV making women showering such a sexy, erotic scene. Bitch, you are in here scrubbing pots and pans. 

After the job’s done, your feet land on your worn shower mat from college, and pad towards your bedroom once more. You catch a towel on your way there, belatedly remembering that Dick Grayson may still be loitering in your bedroom, and you weren’t too keen on the idea of him seeing your private bits. Warily shifting eyes from behind the door, you see no one’s around.

Knock knock. 

“Are you done?”

Dick’s voice from the hallway makes you panic, fearful that he may burst in before you’re ready and presentable. 

“Don’t you know it’s rude to interrupt a woman while she’s getting ready in her boudoir!“ you yell, hoping some rich person’s instinct suddenly clicks in him. You thought rich men were supposed to be gentlemanly. Really, ever since meeting Dick, who is son to the richest man in the state, you’ve learned rich people all must be whiny, clingy, braggers, show-offs, and sometimes, just plain brats. In your hurry, you swipe a panty from your drawer and slip it on past your thighs. Body still damp from the shower, you don’t notice anything. 

The rest of your clothes follow, and you choose to sit back down in your desk chair. You turn back to your double monitor set up, ready to become a screen zombie once more when you remember someone’s waiting for you.

Without turning around, you holler, “Come in.” 

Without a moment’s pause, Dick reenters, takeout plated for the both of you in each hand. He places one smoothly in front of you with butler-like precision. 

“Your meal, madam,” Dick says in a Parisian accent, and you do smile in amusement. His eyes dilate, but you don’t notice.

“Thank you, my fine sir,” you return, a little embarrassed, accent weak, but willing to keep up the bit.

Dick knows not to disturb you too much while you work, so he wanders away as you slip your headphones over your ears once more. But before returning to His Spot on the bed, he quietly treads to your dresser. He sneaks a glance to make sure you’re still occupied. And you are, that blue wash of light painting your skin. 

He pulls out the drawer, and– hhhhh.

He heaves with breath involuntarily, although it’s nearly imperceptible. You do make him slip more than he likes, but he’s experienced. He glances once more to make sure you didn’t hear that, and of course you didn’t. You’re still fiddling in Ableton Live.

He shuts the drawer and stalks to His Spot on the bed, and anyone who knows Dick Grayson would see that he is tense. He is stiff.

And how could he not be? You’re wearing the underwear he had cum on. Did you notice? Is this your way of coming onto him? No, you’re too forward to play games… Something he finds both refreshing and a shame, because he loves games. You simply mustn't have noticed. Regardless, the knowledge fills him with such ecstasy and arousal… and longing. 

He eyes you discreetly as his skin reddens. He tries to act natural by eating steaming orange chicken, plucking it from his plate with a chopstick. One day, he’ll have you, in body and soul. 

Until then, he can entertain himself with this game, however one-sided.

[moralityandmusings]

DP x DC: Crossover with (CW) The Flash

Danny wasn't sure whose idea it was to go to Central City for the launch of the new S.T.A.R. Labs particle accelerator, but he was not going to complain about not having to worry about ghost attacks for a couple of days. Since it was just his class going, Jazz was in charge of monitoring for ghost activity and preventing his parents from causing too much property damage or physical injuries. Danny, Tucker, and Sam followed their class as they exited the bus in front of S.T.A.R. Labs main building where a tour guide was set to meet them and show them around the labs and give them an special look at the particle accelerator before it was set to turn on that night. Danny was practically vibrating with excitement at the opportunity to dig into the engineering and construction behind the accelerator and ask the scientists in charge of building it questions. Sam and Tucker could really care less, but they entertained all of Danny's ramblings with minimal complaint because they were glad to see their friend truly enjoying himself without the looming threat of a ghost attack. Danny would have said the tour was going fantastic up to this point. He'd asked his questions, seen the accelerator tunnel up close, and even got to look at some other projects S.T.A.R. Labs was working on as they toured some of the laboratory spaces. Then, Dr. Harrison Wells stepped into the room, and Danny felt something in his gut drop. The man was a genius, the mastermind behind some of S.T.A.R. Labs latest and greatest scientific achievements. But something about the smile he had cast towards the tour group as he greeted them and introduced himself just didn't feel right to Danny. He knew it wasn't something ghost-related. He would have sensed another ghost nearby. But he felt something nudging the back of his memory, like a word on the tip of his tongue he just could not quite grasp. The tour finished without issue, and the class went outside to join the crowd waiting for the particle accelerator to turn on. Danny kept feeling that gut instinct that something was going to go wrong. And then, it exploded.

__________________________________

Ten months later Danny's phone dinged with a video sent by Tucker. The video, titled "Central City's Flash: Who is He?", showed a red blur rush past the cameras into a burning building and a lightning speed evacuate what appeared to be the entire building. It was only a couple months after that when Clockwork warned Danny that something was messing with the timelines and requested he go to Central City to investigate how to stop the breaches from occuring. Much to Danny's suprise when he is floating invisibly through the remainder and partially rebuilt buildings of S.T.A.R. Labs, he sees Dr. Harrison Wells enter a secret room via a panel in a hallway wall. Danny, curious, follows him into the room and is shocked to discover that Dr. Wells is moonlighting as who the public knows as Reverse-Flash. Danny is even more surprised when Dr. Wells turns around and looks directly at him before saying: "I was wondering when exactly you would show up."

[icedteaandoldlace]

Kiss Kiss Breach Breach - Noir

[celadons-penultimate]

@ DC Comics: S.T.A.R. Labs- An Anthology (creative team- my dreams! 😭):

-The Atom / Ray Palmer & Ryan Choi

-Chester P. Runk

-Bumblebee

-Mr. Terrific

-Flash / Barry Allen

-Cyborg

-Metal Men & Doc Magnus

-Vibe (comic book costume design, but the long hair, personality & intellect from the Flash TV show on The CW)

-Power Girl / Tanya Spears

(+ Other STEM heroes, but these to start!)

[aestknowsbest]

Lol that baffled me so much too, and lemme tell you I am itching to rewrite that whole thing the way I want and need and crave it to be bc the 30-17 age gap is wild.

And technically that's still our Bernard but they altered his surname as a nod to Meghan Fitzmartin who reintroduced him to us and gave us timbern to begin with.

I hate Titans 2018 so fucking much it’s not even funny.

Why tf is Bernard a grown ass man and still dating Tim?! Wtffffff whyyyyy

It’s not even Bernard-Bernard, it’s just some entirely different guy called Bernard who is dating Tim.

There’s many other issues with the show but likee eh

[mintyys-blog]

LA VIE EN ROSE | kon el kent x reader

DC COMICS MASTERLIST | WARNINGS: smut, swearing

imagine this; Kon finds his girlfriend in lingerie and absolutely malfunctions—hard, fast, desperate, and completely hers.

It started with a harmless trip to the garage.

Kon was looking for a charger. Not the futuristic kind he could get from S.T.A.R. Labs, just the old blocky one that fit that one backup communicator. He was humming some random pop song under his breath, shirtless, hair a bit tousled from flying in earlier. That’s when he saw it—tucked behind an old box of Halloween decorations and a cooler that hadn’t been used since last summer.

A Victoria’s Secret bag. And not just that.

Right next to it, a La Vie en Rose one, the soft pink peeking through the white tissue paper like a secret waiting to be unwrapped.

His heart stopped.

No way.

Kon’s eyes lit up like Christmas morning. He ran a hand through his hair and grinned, teeth flashing. “No way,” he muttered again, grabbing the bag carefully like it was sacred treasure.

You had never worn lingerie before—not that he minded. You in one of his t-shirts, bare-legged and sleepy-eyed, was enough to short-circuit his brain. But this? This felt like a sign from the heavens. Maybe you’d been planning a surprise. Maybe you were finally leaning into the whole “sexy superhero’s girlfriend” thing. Maybe—

He hovered into the house like a man on a mission.

“Babe!” he called, practically bouncing into the kitchen where you were sipping iced coffee and scrolling your phone. “Were you gonna tell me about this? Or were you planning on sneak attacking me with it?”

You blinked. “Tell you about what?”

He plopped the bags onto the counter with the most dramatic flair. “This. The finest kind of ambush.”

Your eyes widened when you saw the bags. “Oh my god. Where did you find those?”

“The garage,” he said, eyes gleaming. “Behind the cooler. Are we talking lace? Silk? Something red?”

You burst into laughter. Not a giggle, a full-body, can’t-breathe kind of laugh. Kon frowned, confused and a little concerned his dream was slipping away.

You wiped a tear from your eye. “Those aren’t mine, babe. That’s stuff I bought for my cousin’s bridal shower. I hid them in the garage because she lives two doors down and comes over unannounced.”

Kon’s expression cracked. “Wait… seriously?”

You nodded, still chuckling.

He looked at the bags like they betrayed him personally. “So you’re not gonna randomly show up in red lace and heels?”

You leaned in, smirking as you slid your arms around his waist. “Sorry, Superboy. Not today.”

He groaned dramatically, flopping his head back. “You hate me.”

“I do not hate you.”

“You’re denying me character development!”

You kissed his cheek. “Maybe I just like the way your brain malfunctions when I wear your flannel.”

That got him smiling again. He wrapped his arms around you, pressing his forehead to yours. “Okay… but if you ever want to malfunction me harder…”

You grinned. “You’ll be the first to know.”

“…and I’m allowed to keep hoping?”

“Sure.”

Kon smirked. “Cool. I’ll just be in the garage. Checking behind every box. Just in case.”

It had been a week since The Great Lingerie Letdown, and Kon hadn’t let it go.

Every so often, he’d toss out lines like, “Wonder what’s behind the rice cooker in the pantry…” or “Just gonna go check under the bed. You know. For science.”

You always rolled your eyes. But you were thinking. Planning. He did deserve a little malfunction.

You timed it perfectly. He was out late helping Nightwing track a rogue android in the city. The sun was down, the lights in the apartment dimmed, and you’d set the scene with soft music and warm lighting in the bedroom. Not too much—just enough glow to catch the shimmer of the little number you’d picked out just for him.

Silky black lace. A tiny bow at the center. Straps that sat high on your hips and a matching robe that slid off your shoulders like a whisper.

It wasn’t about the lingerie. It was about the look on his face you were hoping for.

So you waited, sitting casually on the bed with a book in hand, legs crossed like this was just another normal night.

You heard the familiar rush of air before the door even clicked open.

“Babe? I’m home. You wouldn’t believe how annoying androids are—”

He froze in the doorway.

Dead. Silent.

He blinked once. Then twice. His eyes trailed slowly down your figure like his brain couldn’t quite process what it was seeing.

You lowered your book and met his wide-eyed stare. “Hey, Kon. You find anything behind the rice cooker yet?”

He made a sound you couldn’t quite classify—part choke, part laugh, part whimper.

You stood up slowly, taking your time with each step as you walked toward him, the heels clicking softly against the hardwood floor. His hands twitched at his sides like he didn’t know whether to grab you or drop to his knees in reverence.

When you stopped in front of him, you brushed your fingers lightly over his chest. “You gonna say something?”

“…I think I forgot how to talk,” he whispered.

You smiled. “Good. Then shut up and let me make you malfunction.”

He didn’t need to be told twice.

He didn’t even try to hide the way his hands found your waist, fingers twitching against the delicate fabric. His touch was gentle, almost reverent, like he was afraid one wrong move would make the vision in front of him disappear.

“Holy crap,” he muttered, voice low and hoarse. “You’re real. This is real. You—this is for me?”

You smirked, wrapping your arms loosely around his neck, leaning in close enough that your lips barely brushed his. “Took you long enough to find the secret stash.”

Kon’s breath hitched. You could feel the tension radiating off him—pure, electrified restraint.

“I’m trying so hard not to break the sound barrier right now,” he whispered, pressing his forehead to yours. “You don’t even understand.”

“Then stop trying.”

That was all it took.

His mouth found yours with a sudden, desperate heat—like he’d been starving and you were the first taste of something real. His hands slid down, cupping the curve of your thighs as he lifted you effortlessly, walking the few steps to the bed without breaking the kiss. Your legs wrapped around his waist, body arching into him instinctively.

“You feel so…” he whispered against your skin as he trailed kisses along your jaw, your throat, down the curve of your collarbone. “God, baby. You’re unreal.”

You tugged at his shirt. “Then take this off. I want to feel you.”

He practically ripped it off. You made a mental note to stop buying him shirts—he clearly had a vendetta against them.

Once the fabric was gone, all you could do was admire the way his muscles moved under your hands—taut, warm, real. He laid you down gently, like you were something precious. Sacred. But his eyes? They were hungry. Wild. Focused. His fingers traced along the lace at your hips. “Can I…?”

“You can do anything you want, sweetheart.” That was it. That was all he needed.

The second you whispered “You can do anything you want,” it was like flipping a switch inside him.

Gone was the flustered, wide-eyed boyfriend who couldn’t believe his luck.

Now, his hands were everywhere—strong, possessive, like he needed to touch every part of you to believe you were real. He kissed you like he was trying to memorize the shape of your mouth, your sighs, the way you whispered his name when his palm slid under the lace of your panties and found just how ready you were for him.

“Shit,” he hissed, lips brushing your ear as his fingers teased you—slow, patient at first, then with a growing confidence that made your thighs tremble around him. “You’re soaked. You did all this for me?”

“For you,” you breathed, one hand tangled in his hair, the other gripping his bicep like a lifeline. “Just you.”

Kon groaned—a low, filthy sound that came from deep in his chest—and then he was pulling the lace down your thighs, dragging his tongue slowly along your inner thigh as he went.

“Wanna take my time,” he murmured, eyes locked on yours. “Wanna taste you first.”

And he did.

God, he did.

He buried his face between your thighs like he’d been dreaming about it since the first time he met you. His tongue moved in slow, devastating circles, his hands pinning your hips down when you tried to squirm. And when you cried out his name, tugging hard on his hair? He groaned against you like it was the best thing he’d ever heard.

“You’re not gonna last long like this,” he teased, voice husky, smug.

“I don’t care—Kon—”

He didn’t stop until your whole body arched, trembling, crying out his name like a prayer and a curse in one breath. He watched you ride it out with a wild, starstruck look on his face, licking his lips like he’d found the sweetest thing in the world.

Then he was back up—rising from between your thighs with that same wild look in his eyes, lips wet, flushed and swollen from everything he’d just done to you. His mouth found yours in an instant, kissing you deep and messy, tongue sliding against yours, letting you taste yourself on him. You whimpered into the kiss, overwhelmed, electric, your whole body still pulsing from his mouth.

He groaned at the way you kissed him back, your fingers threading into his thick black hair, tugging like you wanted him even closer—deeper. His hips rutted against yours in a slow, grinding roll, and you felt it: hard, hot, pressing against your center through the fabric of his jeans, so thick and heavy it made your thighs twitch in anticipation.

“Kon,” you gasped against his lips, your voice trembling. “I need you—now.”

Your fingers fumbled at his belt, frantic, clawing and tugging with shaking hands. You couldn’t get the buckle undone fast enough and let out a frustrated little sound that only made him grin—cocky, flushed, and barely holding back.

“Easy, baby,” he whispered, breath ghosting over your mouth. “I’ve got you.”

He kissed you again, softer this time—slower—and his hands moved to yours, helping you unbuckle his belt, popping open the button, dragging the zipper down with agonizing ease. You pushed at the denim, desperate to feel him without the barrier, and he chuckled low in his throat, voice thick with restraint.

“I’m not gonna last long if you keep looking at me like that.”

“Then don’t,” you whispered, breathless, needy. “I don’t care.”

His jeans hit the floor. The moment your hand wrapped around him through the thin fabric of his briefs, he shuddered, hips twitching into your touch.

“Fuck,” he hissed, eyes fluttering shut for just a second, jaw clenched tight. “You’re gonna kill me.”

And when you slid those briefs down and he sprang free—thick, flushed, already leaking at the tip—you sucked in a breath. He was perfect. And he was yours.

“Kon,” you whimpered, wrapping your legs around his waist, pulling him in. “Please. Don’t tease. Just—please.”

He didn’t make you wait.

He grabbed your thigh with one hand, the other guiding himself to your entrance. And with one deep, slow thrust, he slid inside you—inch by thick inch—until your breath caught and your back arched against the sheets, overwhelmed by the fullness, the heat, the connection. His jaw clenching, your nails digging into his back. He was big, thick, the stretch just enough to make your back arch and your breath catch.

Kon groaned like the feeling physically broke him.

“You’re so tight,” he rasped, panting against your neck. “So warm—fuck, baby. I’m never gonna get enough of this.”

He paused for a moment, forehead pressed to yours, letting you both breathe, letting you adjust, and then—

Then he started to move—slow at first, a steady roll of his hips that let you feel every inch dragging against your walls. But that didn’t last long. The moment your nails dug into his back and you gasped his name like it burned, Kon snapped.

His control shattered.

He pulled back and thrust in hard—deep—drawing a strangled cry from your throat as your back arched. You clung to him, breath ragged, every inch of your body sparking under his touch. “God, baby…” he groaned, voice rough, breaking against your ear. “You feel so good—too good—I can’t—” Another thrust, faster, harder “I can’t stop.” You didn’t want him to. You didn’t need him to.

Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him in for another kiss that was all tongue and teeth and moaning into each other’s mouths. His pace picked up, hips pistoning into you with the kind of desperate rhythm that made the bed creak and the headboard slam softly against the wall.

You were soaked, your body welcoming him with each stroke, your legs locking tighter around his waist, pulling him impossibly closer. Skin slapped against skin, sweat slick between you, the only sounds filling the room were your moans, his grunts, and the wet, filthy rhythm of him ruining you in the best way.

“You like this?” he panted, one hand gripping the headboard, the other squeezing your thigh as he fucked into you like he needed it to survive. “You want it harder? Say it, Y/N.”

You cried out, head thrown back. “Yes, Kon—harder—don’t stop—please don’t stop!” That flipped something in him.

He grunted, teeth gritted, and slammed into you harder, faster, rougher—every thrust making your breath hitch, every stroke hitting that perfect spot. You felt yourself building again, spiraling up fast, your body coiling like a wire about to snap. And Kon? He could feel it. “I can feel you, baby—shit, you’re gonna come again, aren’t you?”

“Yes—yes—I’m—”

“Come on,” he growled, slamming into you with punishing force, his voice thick and shaky. “Come for me. Let me feel you—now.”

“Fuck, baby…” Kon swore under his breath, hips stuttering before finding a rhythm that had your eyes rolling back. “You feel like heaven.”

He made love to you like he was trying to burn the moment into time—deep, slow, grinding into you with each thrust like he needed you to feel how much he wanted you. But the longer it went on, the rougher he got—hips snapping, teeth grazing your neck, growling things like:

“No one else gets you like this.”

“You’re mine.”

“You wear this kind of thing again and I swear I’m never letting you leave the bed.”

“Say my name—let me hear it.”

You came with a cry—loud, raw, legs shaking around his waist as your whole body clenched around him. He groaned, deep and desperate, and after a few more stuttering thrusts, he was right there with you, cursing under his breath as he spilled inside you, hips jerking until he couldn’t move anymore. You stayed tangled together, skin on skin, his fingers lazily tracing your thigh as your breathing slowly synced.

He leaned down, kissing every inch he could reach, his touch turning from careful to confident—trailing fire across your skin. Every sigh you let out only pushed him further, until he was murmuring things you could barely register between gasps:

You arched up into him, your hand tangled in his hair, lips finding his again, softer this time. Slower. The kind of kiss that said: I love you. The kind that held trust, not just heat.

“You,” he muttered, kissing your shoulder, “are evil.”

You laughed, running a hand through his messy black hair. “Told you you’d malfunction.”

“…holy shit,” he whispered after a long beat, voice dazed and hoarse. “You definitely malfunctioned me.”

You laughed breathlessly, arms wrapped around him, your fingers tracing the sweat-slick lines of his back. “That was the plan.”

He smirked against your skin. “You’re gonna have to reboot me tomorrow morning.”