#blue lantern

commission for @leilanising-sideblog!

Lantern Corps Shenanigans

[Danny with the Indigo Tribe]

Danny: [confused, looking at glowing purple Lanterns] So… you guys are all about compassion? Indigo-1: It is a power most misunderstood but deeply effective. Danny: That’s cool and all, but how do you fight with compassion? Hug people into submission? Indigo-1: [smiles serenely] Something like that. Danny: [turns to Hal] Okay, this one might be too wholesome for me.

[Danny Accidentally Meets Larfleeze, the Orange Lantern of Avarice]

Larfleeze: [hissing, clutching his orange ring] MINE! Danny: Whoa, chill, Tangerine Nightmare. I don’t even want your ring. Larfleeze: [growling] Everything you want belongs to me! Danny: [grinning mischievously] Oh, really? Then I totally want a pet ghost dragon. Larfleeze: [pauses, conflicted] …I don’t have one of those. Danny: [floating off] Thought so. Later!

[Danny Teams Up with a Violet Lantern]

Star Sapphire (Carol Ferris): Love is the most powerful force in the universe. Danny: [grimacing] I dunno about that. Love’s more Sam’s thing. Star Sapphire: And what drives you, young one? Danny: Mostly snacks and spite. Does that count? Star Sapphire: …We’ll work on that.

[Danny at the Green Lantern Bootcamp]

Kilowog: Alright, Poozer, time for training! Let’s see what you’re made of. Danny: [phasing through the ground] Made of ectoplasm and bad decisions, thanks. Kilowog: [laughing] Kid, you’re alright.

[Lantern Corps Debate]

Remember about that one Supersons draft that had a Green Lantern Damian? Because I do. I think they were really being set up to go against the Sinister Sons. I still want to see it.

I think he was going to rescue Jon with it too!

✮ Hal Jordan just wanted a cup of coffee. A quick break. Nothing complicated. But the second he stepped into the Watchtower kitchen, that quiet moment unraveled the moment Y/N Wayne walked in—graceful, lethal, and breathtaking in a way that made it hard to think straight.

Dressed in tight black tactical gear, with dark eyes that burned with need, she didn’t bother hiding what she wanted.

(Warning: Age Gap; 19 & 30)

He was just trying to get a cup of coffee.

He had twenty minutes before the next meeting, and after an emergency planetary rescue followed by three hours of Bruce Wayne-level debriefing, Hal needed caffeine like he needed oxygen.

The lights in the kitchen flickered soft white over the polished countertops, clean steel, and half-eaten remnants of whatever food Barry had speed-cooked earlier. The room was still and quiet—until he felt someone step in behind him.

“Next time clean your mess you insufferable ass-” he said without looking, voice gruff, assuming Barry trailed in behind him for another snack.

“Such a potty mouth,” you purred, your voice smooth and low.

Your tone was silk wrapped in razor wire. Y/N Wayne. Batman’s daughter. The woman who had been dancing around him with dangerous intent for weeks.

Hal swallowed and turned slowly.

You were leaning against the counter, arms crossed, head tilted, all dressed in sleek black tactical gear that hugged you like a second skin. Your lips were full and pink with a sheen of sparkling gloss over them. You had dark eyes sparkled with the same devilish curiosity that had gotten them both into trouble before.

But not this kind of trouble. Not yet.

“What do you want, Y/N?” he asked, cautious. His body stiffened at the unusual tension surrounding them.

You didn’t answer at first—just pushed off the counter and walked toward him with slow, deliberate steps, — hips cocking side to side in confidence as your heels clicked and echoed off the walls.

He tensed. “Don’t.”

“I just want coffee,” you said, mock-innocent.

But when you reached past him to grab a mug, your body brushed against his—hips grazing his side, the curve of your chest brushing his arm. And you lingered. Just a second too long.

He stepped back. “Y/N…”

You turned toward him with a smile that could melt ice or cause a diplomatic incident. “You know, you always look so serious when you’re trying to resist me. I think I like it.”

“You’re Bruce’s daughter,” he growled, like saying it out loud might ground him.

“Mhm.” You stepped closer again. “And you’re a grown man. One who hasn’t stopped staring at me since the mission on Galtrex-7.”

“That was a tight uniform,” he muttered, even though he could feel heat creeping up his spine, he couldn’t help but to be a witty piece of shit.

“And this one isn’t?” You teased, dragging your gloved fingers slowly down the zipper of your suit—only a couple inches, just enough to show the bare skin of your inner boob, just to watch his throat bob as he looked.

“Y/N…” He backed into the center island table, heart thundering. “We can’t. You know we can’t.”

“And yet,” you whispered, stepping between his legs as he leaned back on the table, “you haven’t left the room.” Leaning over him as he sat on his elbows.

Your fingers trailed up his chest. “Tell me to stop, Lantern.”

His hands clenched at his sides. “I should. I should tell you to—”

He grunts, not allowing the moans threatening to spill over the top the freedom of escaping, as you dug your nails down his abs, Just enough to make him sore, not to draw any blood.

“I heard you like it rough, I promise I don’t bite,” you lean in kissing the edge of his jaw, slowly you bring your lips to his ear whispering, teasing, “unless you want me too.” Your minty breath fans over his face— Hal’s chest rises and falls in painful breaths.

And not a moment later your lips were on his.

He let out a choked sound, caught between surrender and desperation, and kissed you back. Hard.

The mug clattered to the floor, forgotten. His hands found your waist, pulling you tight against him. Your mouth was hot, demanding, and he met you with equal fire. The kiss deepened—messy, hungry, frantic. You softly moaned into it, your fingers raking through his hair, messing it up until it stood in all directions. Your leg slid between the middle of his,— body flush to him, and Hal lost the will to resist.

He lifted you onto the island table, standing between your thighs as both of your lips never parted. Your arms locked around his neck, pulling him in, his hands dragging down your back to your hips, gripping you like he needed to stay grounded.

“This is so wrong,” he muttered against your mouth.

You smiled into the kiss. “So make it worse.” You muttered. “Ruin me—“

Oh trust, he was planning on it.

He kissed you like a man who hadn’t been touched in years. His mouth moved down to your throat, where he sucked a mark into your pulse point — you tilt your head with a soft gasp. Your hands were all over him—shoulders, chest, hair—like you wanted to memorize the way he felt under your fingers.

He groaned. “You’re going to kill me.”

“Not before I get to fuck you sensless.”

Their bodies pressed tighter, your back arching off the table. He kissed her again, slower this time, deeper. Like if he gave you too much space, you’d vanish. Like he needed you to keep his heart beating.

“Fuck princess-“ he muttered— painfully hard against his suit. Your mouth was dirty and direct, you were a girl who knew what she wanted, and it turned him on way more than it should have.

“Wanna take this off, I know you do..” you trail off directing his hand to the zipper in front of your suit.

He gently pulls it down, the small zip of your suit filling the quiet in the room. All Hal could think about is how catwoman and Batman would kill him if they found out he was defiling their sweet, innocent, daughter.

Hal kisses down your left shoulder, to your color bone— lips hovering over your soft breasts, he latches his mouth to one of your nipples, gently tugging at your bud with his teeth.

He groans allowing himself to suck at your soft mounds, placing purples markings up and down your chest.

You peel your latex suit off, allowing it to flood at your waist, he tugs it down more— lifting your hips, the suit pooled on the floor.

You both knew how risky this was, Bruce Wayne’s daughter naked in just a pair of black heels, legs spread open, cunt drenched all for Hal, her dad’s long time friend, and co-worker.

Hal pushes down the waistband of his pants, freeing his aching cock. Just as he was aligning his tip to your entrance— he heard a loud laugh down the hall. Barry and Vic most likely.

Shit.

You hop down picking up your hero suit, knowing the damage has already been done, you snatch Hal’s arm, throwing him into a closet in the kitchen. Luckily it wasn’t the pantry, just an area that holds old stuff like, a table, some cleaning supplies, and a broom with a dustpan.

The room wasn’t insulated, and the air was infested with dust and grime. Hal shuts the door behind you both. — Pulling the metal string hanging from the light bulb above you. With a small click, the lightbulb buzzes to life, dimmed by dust rimming the bottom of it.

Berry walks in putting together a shit ton of random foods while Vic sips his coffee with a disgusted look on his face.

“Dude gross..” he winces.

“I haf a hifgh mofabolisom..” Barry slurs unable to speak through the beef jerky —cheese whizz he was snorting down..together..

“Groody...” you trail off.

Without a warning Hal slaps a hand over your mouth— he forces your legs open with his knee, holding you up with his arm.

Your back was flush against his chest as he angles his hips, thrusting into you, with a hard slow pace. You could feel your eyes roll behind your head as he hit your cervix with every thrust.

You went limp in his hands, like warm putty, allowing him to completely ruin you.As soon as Barry leaves with Vic trailing behind him in slow calculated steps. You accidentally let out a small whimper.

You could see them both pause for a second through the ridges in the door, but they both eventually walked out the door.

That’s when hal lets go of your mouth, allowing you to draw out a raunchy moan that could battle a pornstars best performance.

He constructs a green table, a little more sturdy than the one in the corner with only three legs.

Gently Slamming you on the surface— he slaps your ass, rutting into your wet cunt in hard fast strokes. He didn’t care anymore, the only thing on his mind was how good you squeezed his fat cock, how you clenched around him every time he would let out a groan or whimper.

“Dirty little fucking slut, you like seducing grown men huh, pushing me to my fucking limit!” He growls inhumanly fucking you with such a force your body jerks forward on impact.

He slaps your ass, kneading the soft flesh between his fingers.

“Fuck, M’gna,” your mouth gapes open in pleasure, unable to see, as stars flooded your vision.

“Yeah? Gonna cum on this fat dick, go ahead and cum princess.” Hal leans down on your back, wrapping a hand around your throat, as the other one rubs fast circles onto your clit.

“Fuck!” Hal grits.

A bone shivering moan racks from your body, as your orgasm crashes down on you. Your legs shake and your body twitches in pleasure.

Hal thrusts deep and hard a couple of times before spilling his seed deep inside of you, slowly riding out his orgasm with a sigh— throwing his head back — eyes furrowed in pleasure.

Beep beep.

The alert from the Watchtower systems echoed faintly from the hallway.

Meeting time.

Hal pulled out, panting. His lips were swollen, his hair a wreck, and his mind was no longer anywhere close to calm.

You hopped off the table, putting your suit back on like nothing had happened. eyes sparkling. Your mouth was a little redder than before.

You looked like sin; And victory as a sheet of sweat covered dusted your skin.

“You coming?” You ask, tossing a glance over your shoulder while walking toward the door.

He groaned quickly tucking himself back into his pants. “Literally or figuratively?”

Your laugh was low and dark. “Pick one.”

⸻

Ten Minutes Later – in the JLA Conference Room..

Superman was mid-briefing when the door hissed open.

Hal walked in, trying to look composed. He failed. His hair was still wild, his jaw red from kisses, and his shirt looked like it had been tugged on in haste.

Y/N followed a beat behind, gliding into her seat like a cat who’d just knocked over a glass on purpose. Her mouth wore the faintest smirk.

Across the table, Bruce Wayne’s eyes narrowed. He looked from Hal… to his daughter… then back again.

Hal coughed and stared straight ahead.

Wonder Woman raised an elegant brow.

Barry leaned over to Vic. “Dude I told you. Kitchen closet.”

“No way,” Vic whispered back.

But Y/N just crossed her legs, laced her fingers under her chin, and smiled sweetly.

In her mind, it was Mission: accomplished.

Though Hal had only one thing in his mind: survival.