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ragingbookdragon · 2 years
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“Can I ask you something?”
He didn’t bother to open his eyes, nor to lift his head from the back of the pilot’s neck, simply muttering, “Yes, my cock is real.”
Hal chuckled, reaching back to squeeze his lover’s thigh. “Can confirm.”
“What’s up?” he asked, shifting slightly to bury his nose in the short brown hair.
“So, why don’t you have a place of your own? Isn’t living here packed all the time?”
“Mhm. But rent in Gotham is also like five grand, and that’s in the cheapest rich section of the city.”
“Babe, you’re the son of a billionaire and are pretty set yourself.”
“Yeah? And? I don’t wanna spend that much money for an apartment when I could just keep a room at the manor.”
Hal hummed, turning over, grinning at the noise of complaint that left the soldier, to be nose to nose with him. “Do you ever get tired of the noise?”
He gazed at Hal, offering him that smirk that made him look so much like the Big Bat. “This coming from the man who’s capable of producing enough noise just like ten siblings?”
“You’re not funny,” he shot back, glaring at that cocky grin.
“I’m pretty funny, you just don’t think so when it’s directed at you.” He tipped his head up and pecked the tip of Hal’s nose. “We still have a few hours until everyone gets up.”
“Oh?” Hal flirted. “What do you have in mind?”
The soldier made a noise and rolled atop the pilot, Hal letting out a grunt as two-hundred-and-thirty pounds of pure bone and muscle collapsed on top of him, head tucked in the crook of his beck. “Sleep.”
“You’re heavy,” Hal grunted. “Get off.”
“Too comfortable.”
“I will pinch you.”
“Careful, I’m ticklish.”
“I hate that I love you.”
He grinned and nuzzled tan skin, pressing his lips to it. “I love you too.”
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lovenaiu · 2 years
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DC version of AO3 is called Tales of Our Own??
WHY DC MAKING ALTERNATIVE VERSION OF AO3
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(Far Sector: Green Lantern)
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angelltheninth · 1 year
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Can I please request female reader smut bodyworshipping the DC Boys (Bruce, Tim, Jason, Clark, Hal, Wally) headcanons please (reader doing it to them)
They deserve to be loved and worshipped.
Pairing: Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Wally West, Hal Jordan, Clark Kent x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, bodyworship, kissing, hickyes, cuddles, moaning, blushing, humping, blowjob, pussyjob
A/N: These guys need to be shown so much love for the shit they always go through.
Bruce always feels like he needs to get ready for you lavishing him with love and care to that extent. Very used to people thirsting over him and just fucking but what you two have is much more so the soft kisses and touches and the way you slowly slide your hand down his body to wrap around his cock make his body buzz with lust and his hips buck.
Jason loves it when you kiss your way up his abs and lick your slick off in the process. Seeing as you used his abs to come earlier its only fair that you repay him for it. Part of him wants to push his cock inside you and come in there but another part just wants to relx into your touches and feel your whole body on top of his as you take things slow, almost edging him.
Tim is super shy about you taking in every part of his body, walking around him and kissing down his spine and up to his neck, one hand jerking him off, the other rolling his nipples between your fingers and getting the sweetest sounds from him. Theres a trail of little red kiss marks from his back, across his chest and finally down to his cock.
Wally looks pretty damn happy with himself when you're licking drops of cum off his cock and getting on top of him to ride him. If he wanted to he could thrust into you so damn fast, putting your vibrator to shame but insted he allows himself to take it slow, to let you go at a snails pace as you push up and then ever so slowly back down to give him full body chills which you then massage away.
Hal takes no chances to let you leave once you're on top of him, rubbing your whole body against his. Its good to be inside you while you worship his body, kissing and licking and biting across his shoulders and neck while your nails leave scratch marks on his hips and his ass while he comes inside you, one orgasm after another.
Clark is used to being looked at a lot and having people admire him but not in a sexual way. The first time you kissed all over his body, mapping his weak spots you had trouble with it because he would moan and blush no matter where you touched him. You barely had to touch his cock to get him to finish, but not to worry he's got that Kryptonian stamina.
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gatorbites-imagines · 7 months
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Kinktober day 4
Hal Jordan + size difference
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Red lantern reader Raaaaaarrghhh 🦅 🦅 🦅 Reader is a Czarnian, cuz Lobo is hot, so the reader is hot 🗣️
Not as long as my usual writing, but i got twice as much homework as normal lately so im amazed i even got writing done today.
Kinktober 2023 masterlist
There were few beings across the galaxy that left the green lanterns fumbling, and you were one of them. As Czarnians could only be killed by others of their species, and the fact that you and Lobo were something akin to friends, they could do nothing but contain you when they could capture you. Not that they were able to do that most days, as your hulking height and muscular build wasn’t just for show. Your skill with your ring only served to make you an even bigger foe.
It was your extreme skill and somehow cold and calculated mind even as a red lantern, that made you a nightmare to deal with. Many lanterns would flee battles barely conscious and would need months of physical and even mental therapy, some would not even return. You were one of the only two violent Czarnians, besides Lobo that is, and your blood thirst and seemingly iron tight control of your rage had many living beings shaking at the mere thought of you.
So how did Hal find himself in his current position, his arms hanging limply by his side as your large powerful hands grasped the underside of his knees, his back against your chest. Hal was sure hed heard of this position at some point, probably from Guy in all his showboating, a full nelson, he called it. And now Hal was in that very position, choked gasps and gargled moans leaving him, his head falling back against your wide muscular chest as your strength alone lifted him up and down on the monster you called a cock.
Maybe it had started as a fight, or a spar, or even just a chase across the stars, but one thing led to another and now Hal was being taken in a way he had never imagined before. If his eyes weren't welling with tears of pleasure and disbelief, he was sure he would be seeing a bulge through his stomach whenever you thrust inside. From what he could feel you weren’t even fully inside, and the taunting chuckle from behind him confirmed it as you grunted that he shouldn’t be acting so slutty already as you only had about half of your length inside him.
The bottom of Hals suit was gone, a gift of the lantern ring, your own only gone enough to drag your length and sack out so you could fuck into the human lantern. A loud wail that might have been a moan left Hal as you focused your attention on the bundle of nerves inside him, grinding into his prostate hard enough that Hal was seeing white, his cock twitching and spurting come out into the empty space in front of the two of you. The deep chuckle that left you made your chest rumble against Hals back, sending another shiver down his spine as his own length gave a feeble twitch, already trying to get hard again.
He felt like a toy as you dragged him up and down your length, his suit receding off his neck and shoulders as your sharpened canines dug into his skin hard enough to draw blood, your large tongue running up the length of Hals neck to wipe the metallic red liquid away as fast as it came. Hal let out a weak grunt as his entire body tensed, another orgasm washing through him, his length only releasing a few spurts. But it didn’t seem to slow you down whatsoever as you kept your pace, your taunting chuckle and words still going as the green lantern shook and moaned.
Hal had no idea how long it went on, but at some point, he had started to lose his vision as everything went blurry, a pleasant burn running through his body as he came for what must have been the sixth or seventh time, his sack completely empty causing him to have an empty orgasm. His body would tense, he would tighten up around you, but nothing would leave his dick, only more drool would run down his chin as he gagged and moaned for you.
As your large strong fingers pressed between his lips Hal found himself sucking on them sloppily, like his body couldn’t fully keep up with what his mind wanted him to do. He didn’t understand the language you cursed in as you came, and he didn’t have the brainpower to use his ring to translate it. His stomach felt tight as you filled him, white running out around your length as it overflowed, Hal whimpering at the feeling as he tried to commit it to memory.
Hal must have passed out as you reached for his length, pulling on it till his entire body tensed and shook through another finish, his head reeling and his eyes rolling back. He even thought it might have been a dream, if it wasn’t for his lower body killing him and what looked like the space version of a phone number left in his ring. You had even been polite enough to leave him in the space equivalent of a hotel room, and a high priced one too. Maybe the true way to contain your rage was a good fuck, Hal would have to fight you on his own a couple more times to make sure.
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dollwritesarchive · 1 year
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𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 — 𝐡𝐚𝐥 𝐣𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐧 & 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧
𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!wayne!reader, age gap ( reader is 18+ and Hal & Barry are in their 40s ), daddy kink, filming sex acts ( and sharing them without reader’s knowledge ), oral sex ( m!receiving ), facial, slight dumbification, peer pressure, all characters featured are 18+ 
𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ this is actually the prelude to my halbarry dp request, i just felt it would be better to split them into two parts. do not repost or translate. please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading <3
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“Jesus Christ, Hal, can you at least turn the sound down a little bit?” Barry was staring— crimson-cheeked, sapphire eyes big as saucers, at the video on the screen of Hal’s phone. the sound was turned all the way up, and it seemed like your fervent clucking and Hal’s grunting was bouncing off each wall and coming back to make him dizzy. “Someone’s going to hear it.”  he already knew he was watching something he shouldn’t be, and his anxiety was turned up to one thousand: terrified that Batman would appear at the door any moment, and hear the sounds of his daughter’s throat being violated by a team member. Barry would be an accomplice to that, in his mind at least. but he was still staring at the video. 
for some reason, he couldn’t look away. 
but Hal wasn’t even listening; he hadn’t stopped talking about it. grinning widely, he had his fist clapped on Barry’s shoulder, “— I’m tellin’ ya, that girl loves to suck cock. She was begging me, both hands in my jeans, big puppy dog eyes,” 
“Hal…” 
“— when I finally gave in and pulled it out, she fuckin’ went crazy for it. Said she’d never sucked anything so big before. You shoulda seen her trying to get the whole thing in her mouth; kept just whining and licking, I had to step in after a minute and shove it in for her. Cute, little thing nearly choked.” Hal sank his teeth into his lower lip, reminiscent of just how happy you looked, as he watched your head bobbing up and down on the recording. your eyes were looking up directly into the camera, pupils blown out with lust, eyelashes wet where the tip of his dick battered the entrance of your throat and teased your gag reflex. “Just look at her, man. She was dripping wet after just sucking me.” 
Barry blushed deeper— you did look like you were enjoying it. and, as wrong as it may have been, he was kind of liking watching it. 
when Hal’s hand pushed your head down and the entirety of his cock disappeared, you gag but your eyes roll back. he only holds it for a second before he lets go and you bounce back up, sputtering for air. “Look at me, baby girl,” Hal was panting, and when your eyelids fluttered upwards toward the camera, Hal grabs hold of the base of his cock, now shiny with your spit. Barry realized then that Hal must’ve used a construct to hold the phone steady, because one hand was gripping himself, while the other angles your face in the desired position, his fingers dipping into your mouth for only a moment. he slaps the bulbous, pink tip against your cheek hard, and you whimper in sordid delight, a dazed smile on your swollen lips, “‘s Batman your daddy, huh?” closing one eye, you mewl and shake your head. “No?” he teases. “Am I your daddy?” whining with your mouth hanging open, hoping to persuade him to get bored of spanking it against your cheek and lips and slip it back in, you nod. 
“Do you have a death wish? Seriously, do you?” Barry asked, incredulous. but, he couldn’t deny, he felt a subtle ping of jealousy towards his friend. “You do realize if Bruce or the Batkids find out about this, you’re toast, right?”
Hal grins wider, his eyes glued to the screen, “Wait, wait, wait! Watch this part, this part is real good.” he clearly didn’t care about the possible repercussions. 
“You’re my daddy,” you purr, grasping his cock with both hands. Hal releases a euphoric exhale when you suck on the head, stroking the remaining inches in tandem, “Green Lantern’s my daddy!” your voice was heavily muffled since your mouth was full, but when you looked up at the lens, Barry could see your eyes smiling. they were sparkling, and his breath caught in his throat. you were so happy to be pleasing him. 
“Jeez…” he mutters, mostly to himself. he was humiliated to admit that he was hard in his joggers. 
“I know, right?” Hal chortles, running his finger against the screen to scrub ahead. he hits the pad of his finger on the play button in the middle of the screen when your face is painted with his cum, dripping down your chin, and he’s holding your hair at the crown of your head. 
“Like that, baby girl?” Hal was crooning, rubbing his twitching cock over your parted lips as it spurts what remained of his release; each eruption granting a moan that rumbles deep in his chest, “Like that daddy made you all messy and cute? Does my cum taste good?” 
giggling, you nod, your tongue swirling around the tip. you seemed utterly drunk on it; Barry was looking into the pixels of your eyes, examining how glassy they were. he could imagine that you probably couldn’t even remember your own name in that moment. it seemed like the only thing on your mind was Hal’s cock. 
lucky bastard. 
“Yeah? Can’t even use your words anymore?” a shake of your head and an incomprehensible babble later, Hal guides the tip of his cock back to press against your slack lips, which part with absolutely no resistance, and take him into your mouth again as you gurgle a happy whine. “That’s a good girl,” he purrs, and his hips jut forward to give you every inch again, “if you’re too cockdrunk to talk, we can just put that pretty mouth back to work. Clean me up, baby. Make sure you swallow all the cum you suck off me.” 
the video ends there, and Barry doesn’t say anything for several seconds. he just stares at your face as it’s paused— he never expected he would ever see you like that, and he was ashamed to admit that it was sexy as hell. still, you were Bruce’s daughter, and Barry couldn’t believe that, in that moment, he wanted to be Hal. he wanted to be the one in the video, feeding you cock, watching you devour it until your eyes crossed. a plethora of other vulgar possibilities crossed his mind in the short period of time between the end of the video and when Hal spoke again. 
like what you must look like with your legs spread open, soft wet pussy clenching and begging to be fucked. he could hear his name in your gentle voice, and he physically rejected a shudder to creep up his spine as he envisioned pushing his cock into you. you must be so tight, he would have to force it. 
“You know I can send you the video if you need it for jerk material, right?” Hal teased, digging his elbow into his super friend’s rib cage. effectively pulling Barry out of his sordid thoughts. “After all, I get to play with the real deal any time I want. She said so herself: she wants to be my little stress reliever.” 
“You’re absolutely insane.” Barry countered with a bemused shake of his head. “Batman’s gonna find out eventually. He has to. He’s Batman.” 
Hal quirks a brow, “Yeah, exactly. He’s Batman, which means he’s a little preoccupied saving the world with us to keep tabs on who his daughter is fucking, don’tcha think, buddy? Relax, I know what I’m doing.” giving Barry’s shoulder a pat, he tilts his head, murmuring thoughtfully, “Besides, you’re the only one that I wanted to show, Bar.” 
Barry’s eyes narrows as he looks at his friend, suspiciously now. “Why?” 
Hal’s eyes twinkled with mischievous delight, and he juts his chin in reference to his phone. “Because I want you to get in on it.” 
“What??” 
“C’mon, Barry,” Hal pleaded, shoving his phone into his back pocket, “you’re really gonna try and tell me I didn’t just watch you drool over that video? You don’t want to fuck her with me? Hear her moan and squeal for you like she does for me? It would be so much fun filling her up from both ends, tossing her back and forth. She’d love it, too. The little batbrat likes it rough as hell.” 
Barry opened his mouth to protest, but he couldn’t find a lie convincing enough to persuade his friend and himself. so he sighed, and settled with, “So now you’re trying to get us both killed.” 
it wasn’t a yes, but it definitely wasn’t a no, and Hal realized this. 
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dcwitchrd · 2 months
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He’s the golden boy✨
✨Pov: Dick Grayson it’s your secret crush 🌙 ✨
Recommended song: colors- Halsey “everything is blue”
English is not my first language, sorry for the mistakes :)
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It all started when you’re bouth were young… like 10 years old in Gotham’s private elementary academy.
One day the teacher announces a new student is getting introduced in the class.
It was him “another boy” you think…
At first sight, he looks sad ; that night at the dinner table meanwhile your family were talking about Gotham’s Society you heard that your new classmate just was adopted by Bruce Wayne, the richest man in the city.
It seems his parents were dead because an accident in the circus.
“Fortunately Bruce was there, how lucky boy one day you’re a poor circus boy and the next the son’s of the richest man” your grandma’s said.
The next day, you wait for him at free time to say sorry for his lost…
But his reaction wasn’t the best, he were rude to you.
“You don’t know anything “, “don’t talk to me “
Hide in the bathroom, back then was the best option to cry, no one ever had scream and shout at your face or be that rude… boys were rude mostly of the times but you only wanted to get close, maybe started a friendship.
You feel awful that day :( , and for the next days you try to no get in his way, look at him or even talk.
Two months after, when you were walking out of the Academy he intercepted you; “I want to talk to you”.
“I’m sorry”, “I was hurt and sad, so I were mean to you”, “i realize that my anger doesn’t have to be taken by other people, especially the one who are worried of me, I hope you can apologize me”
He took a flower of his back and give it to you.
After that I just watching him approaching to and grown up man, “I’m proud of you master Dick”.
He suddenly became the golden boy of our generation always happy, full of friends, defending us against the bully’s….
But this was only the beginning….
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prismuffin · 1 year
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Back again with a question that lives rent free in my head!!
How do you think; Superman, Batman, Hal Jordan, the flash, and John Constantine react to someone just handing them an unconscious reader?
Basically, the "Here take this".
Ex: Someone puts a unconscious reader into Batman's lap while he's at his computer. Then Batman just stares at the person with a face that screams, 'what am I suppose to do????'.
- Crow
KNFSKNFKLSFN You know I got you Crow- anyway I think that-
Superman would be confused as he takes your unconscious form in his arms. His eyebrows are furrowed as he stares at your chest, focusing on your heartbeat and letting out a slight sigh of relief as he hears the steady rhythm. He'd hold you bridal style as he walked around, just having casual conversations with you resting in his arms. He didn't even think of setting you down until Barry asked why he was still holding you.
Batman would most likely be working when someone just dropped you in his arms with a "here take this real quick". He'd be very confused as the person just walked away nonchalantly. He'd look down at you in his arms, eyes scanning over you to see if you were hurt at all. Seeing the steady rise and fall of your chest, he just deduced you were asleep. He can't be away from his computer for too long so he'd just set you down on a couch in his office, glancing over at you every now and then as he went to back to work.
Hal would most likely try and chase after the person that gave you to him like he doesn't wanna get stuck with this what the hell??? After attempting to give you back to them he'd sigh heavily before looking down at you and wondering if you were even alive. He tried to put you down but you were clinging onto his shirt so he had to carry you around. He had a big pout on his face as he tried to ignore the looks he was getting from people (*cough* Batman *cough*) as he walked around with you in his arms. After a while he gets tired of the stares and tries to wake you up
Barry would just be like "hold this? oh ok" :)...OMG ARE YOU DEAD???- After figuring out you were alive he'd be relieved but like wow- were you knocked out or something cause you are not waking up. He'd set you down somewhere comfortable and then would sit right by you, just watching over you until you wake up so he can be sure that you're really ok since he got practically no explanation of what happened to you.
John would immediately try and hand you back to whoever gave you to him but somehow he ends up failing. He'd probably use his powers on you to see what exactly made you unconscious. After finding out that you weren't harmed at all he'd just sigh and then immediately try and wake you up. His face says it all- he is so done with this shit like why aren't you waking up??? He's gonna have to carry you around isn't he? Sighhhhh welp, guess this is his life now. The second he sees anyone else (that he trusts with you) he's handing you off to them cause he does not want to be bothered.
( I should just rewatch Justice League Dark because omg I forgot abt how hot I found John??? )
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fandomnerd9602 · 5 months
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Could you make a green lantern male reader x the marvels?
The Marvels accidentally end up on the planet OA, where they discover the existence of the Green Lanterns, and meet the reader with one of the best Lanterns.
The Marvels crashland on OA. Y/N is the first to answer...
Y/N: is everyone okay? Oh...Hi honey!
Carol: hey baby!
Monica: oh great! How many people are you married to?!
Carol: technically Y/N's my one true marriage (winks at Y/N)
Y/N: I can give you guys a lift back to Earth. But I gotta go repair the rip above Prince Yan's planet first.
Kamala: Carol...you have the most awesome life!!!
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mxlly143 · 16 days
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揺れ動く心の奥 - YURA YURA ZEROBASEONE
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Matthew | ZB1
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c-nstantine · 10 months
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In your most recent batsis sleeps w members of the league, Bruce said not to sleep with any green lantern. Does that include John???? Because I LOVE him, I headcannon him as Michael b Jordan or something similar, and if given the opportunity would QUICKLY give him alladis….. (kilowog too even if he’s not in the league🫣)
Ohhhhh, this means it's time for some headcanons...
I hc either Michael B. Jordan, Trevante Rhodes or John Boyega as John right
Batsis has flirted with almost everyone in the league, but her and John have a nice banter
"How's my favorite Green Lantern?"
"Better now that I've seen my princess,"
Or
"Princess, what's wrong with Hal?"
"The hell if I know"
One time he was a little fed up with her antics,
"You keep fucking around with boys, call me when you want a man"
Y/N was thrown for a loop, and she firmly sat her ass down.
She drops all of her hoes after this interaction, like left them in the dirt.
So she actually asks him out, they go on like three dates.
When they do finally hookup, he makes it abundantly clear that they are now dating.
Bruce is okay with this because John keeps Y/N pretty grounded.
For the most part, he respects John
Listen the way Hal Jordan was sick after they went public
He was vomiting, shitting, and crying up and down the walls
Because batsis is a celebrity, the moment this broke the media was gobbling this up
A reformed party girl settling down with a veteran is gold
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jasonstodger · 9 months
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Thinking about how Kyle Rayner is this shy & nervous guy but when he gets you in the bedroom his personality switches instantly. He's a tease, he's coy, he's an unmistakable asshole. His favourite thing to do is edge you until you're crying with frustration, to tease you with his fingers and drag his nails over your skin. He gives you just enough to keep you writhing beneath him, begging for more. But he can't let you enjoy it too much. That's his game. And he's fucking good at it.
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ragingbookdragon · 2 years
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50 with Kyle Rayner?
shortcake, shortstack, mini me
50. Putting a hand over the other's mouth to shut them up
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“Are you still mad at me?” he asked, looking up at the man above him strapped in his seat, whose brows were drawn together in anger, lips pulled in the darkest frown he’d ever seen.
He scowled down at him. “Mad, is the smallest word for what I am, Kyle Rayner.”
“Babe, I didn’t know the trajectory was going to send us here.”
“You literally jetted us out of the spaceship onto a planet MADE OF FUCKING VOLCANOES! IN THE MOST LOVING WAY I CAN SAY THIS, YOU ARE A GODDAMN MORON!”
Kyle’s lips pulled downwards, so pitiful as he whined, “It was an accident, babe! I said I was sorry!”
He glared at Kyle and unlatched the seat-belt across his waist, catching himself on his hands and knees so he didn’t land on him. “You’re gonna be sorry when I plant my foot up your ass.”
Kyle waggled his brows. “Is that a prom—MMHPF!”
Slapping a hand across Kyle’s mouth, he griped, “Shut up.”
A red light pinged on the door and a voice came through rather worried. GL, BL, come in! Are you two okay?
He raised his free hand to the wall and a blue finger poked the button as he said, “We’re good, Hal.” Glaring at Kyle, he added, “We’re alive, no thanks to Kyle’s landing.”
“Mm smaimd mi mas mormy!”
Do you two need a rescue or are you able to get to the anomaly by yourselves?
“Green and Blue have it under control, Hal. Don’t get your flight suit in a twist.”
Cute, BL. Highball out.
He pulled his hand away from Kyle’s mouth and stood up, leaving the Green Lantern to scramble up behind him. “Babe, I’m sorry.”
“When we get home, you’re making me dinner and dessert for two weeks straight.”
“If that’s what it takes for you to stop being mad, I’ll do it forever.”
He took Kyle’s hand and winked at him. “Sounds like a plan…you’re still a moron though.”
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st0ryf1lms · 11 months
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fallen for you ➳ hal jordan
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pairing: hal jordan x reader
word count: 636
genre/warnings: light angst, super tooth-rotting fluff i guess?? makeout sesh but really brief
synopsis: you told hal jordan you're going on a date as a joke, but do you really think you could after you've fallen for your best friend?
a/n: i simply COULD NOT resist making a part 2 this man needs more content here i'm telling you anw enjoy this really short part 2 to fallen!
You never meant for this happen. Damn your friends for giving such terrible advice and you being the fool you are, you listened to it.
"Is that the Hal guy?" Your friend, Nala, asked as your phone lit up in the coffee table in her house as you all spent the Friday night talking and gossiping as you got off work. "Huh? Oh yeah, just asking if I'm still free for the weekend." You replied with a very faint tattletale of a smile adorning your face. "Oh, your pilot best friend? Yeah, hun, he's definitely in love with you." Your other friend, Andra, remarked as she took a sip of her drink. "Oh my God, not this again," you groaned.
"Oh, come on, Y/N, we all know it's true! Your pilot best friend is in love with you!" Andra exclaimed, followed by the collective agreement of everyone in the room except for you. "We've all seen the way he looks at you and the way you look at him. You guys are perfect for each other!" Nala added, as well as adding even more to your despise. You seriously could not fathom that Hal Jordan, the notorious serial heartbreaker would absolutely be head over heels for you, would he?
Besides, it's not like he'll ever go for you, anyway. You're just not his type.
But, oh, so, badly did you want to be his type.
You wanted to feel what it’s like being Hal Jordan's lover, his lifetime partner-in-crime, the one he comes home to every day. What you'd give to feel his lips on yours and the sweet nothings he would whisper in your ear. How it would feel to have him wake up by your side every day as you bask in the never ending haze of undying love for you.
Alas, it was not meant to be.
"Look, all I'm saying is, try to find out in the most subtle way you can and see how it goes, okay? Won't hurt to try." Andra says.
Little did she know, it did hurt to try. Because right now, Hal was a mess. The only thing that separates him from a red tomato is that he was living and breathing right now in the flesh as he tries to avoid your gaze.
"Hal? Look at me, please?" You plead to the man beside you, watching his every move intently. A muffled "no" comes out from the manchild beside you (which is honestly not a surprise), so you sigh and take matters into your own hands.
"Hal, please hear me out." You say as you kneel down on the floor in front of him, cupping his face in your hands so he'll actually look at you.
"Harold Jordan, I love you. I've fallen for you, I'm in love with you, I'm so pathetically and deeply in love with you to the point where my heart bursts when I see you call, text, or even sit in your presence. I suck so bad at confessions but you know damn well what I mean, Jordan. I love you with all my heart." You whisper in a voice where only you and he could hear. The way his eyes light up with every single word that escapes your mouth and the faint smile growing on his face makes your heart flutter at each expression.
"So, you're not here to reject me?" He clarifies, still unsure of your sudden confession. You crash your lips onto his as you pull yourself up back on your couch and straddle yourself on his lap as you give him the most passionate kiss you didn't think you could muster up. You break away just to get oxygen and rest your foreheads on each other's as you catch your breath.
"Does that answer your question?"
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angelltheninth · 1 year
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Can I please request female reader x Hal jordon friends with benefits blurb or headcanons <33
You can, you said please and that is my magic word Anon.
Pairing: Hal Jordan x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, catching feelings, hook-ups, friends with benefits, reunion sex, possessive sex, long distance relationship
A/N: A friend of mine really likes Hal so I hope she likes this.
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FWB!Hal who is the one to establish and break the no feelings rule. He has the whole universe of potential partners if he just wants to a quick fuck but somehow he always shows up at your place first, with that charming smile of his that has you opening your window and your legs for him.
FWB!Hal who can is a huge tease when he uses his ring to bind you and keep you still while he fucks you. So what if he makes a few sex toys with it, his imagination is he limit and lucky for you both he has quite the pervy imagination.
FWB!Hal who is gone before you wake up just to avoid talking about his feelings with you. He's never been good with things like this. Oh sure he has a way with words when it comes to getting into someone's pants but feelings? No, that will take him a long ass time to come to terms with.
FWB!Hal who always fucks you like he hasn't seen you in months. In some cases he hasn't but most of the time he tries to visit you at least once a month.
FWB!Hal who doesn't let the fact that you want a boyfriend get in the way of your friendship even if you break of your agreement. He ultimately wants you to be happy and he knows that being with him might not give you the emotional fulfillment you need.
FWB!Hal who will visit you just for a quickie. When his libito hits him full force he needs to get rid of it fast. You don't mind him going to someone else either if he's in a different system, but if he's close by you'd rather him come to you.
FWB!Hal who gets emotional when drunk. He'll tell you he really likes you, not just for sex or as a friend, kiss you and then pretend to not remember any of it the next day. Sometimes feelings need to stay just feelings, not words.
FWB!Hal who cant keep his hands off you even on the most mundane of outings. You'll often find yourself tucked away above the clouds, getting fucked raw by him. You don't need to hold on so tight but he likes the closeness and warmth of your body pressed against his when you're like this.
FWB!Hal who never leaves you hanging when he fucks you. If you go out and fuck someone else while he's away he will be smug as hell knowing that he fucked you ten times better.
FWB!Hal who is oblivious of the fact that in your mind you're already practically dating. He's always calling and visiting you, he brings you food when he flies over, you haven't been with anyone else but each other, he has a few of his shirts, jackets and tank tops at your place because he claims its convenient to have fresh clothes to change into. Now you're just waiting for him to confess properly.
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gatorbites-imagines · 2 months
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Hal Jordan x male reader + musk/scent kink 🤭
Hal Jordan x male reader
headcanon
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Still exhausted but fuck it we ball. I got like three requests for Hal Jordan with a musk kink, so its all combined into this one cuz the requests were asking for the same thing.
Hal himself doesn’t have the strongest scent kink, but he does get excited when he sees how worked up you get from his scent and musk. You might try your damnest to hide your attraction, but Hal isn’t stupid, he would know.
Hal is a tease, so he would go out of his way to be just a little extra ripe whenever you come over to hang in his apartment. He would make sure to work out before you arrive, or wait to take his shower until after you show up, just so he could give you a big hug, making sure to tuck you between his pecs at the same time.
He has a huge oral fixation, both on himself and on you, so if you guys were ever getting down and frisky, he would find a way to get your mouth where he knows you want it the most.
Youd be so consumed with enjoying his scent, face buried between his pecs or licking his abs that you wouldn’t even see the grin on his face, as Hal runs his fingers through your hair. He would use the grip to turn your head this way and that, getting your tongue where he wants it.
At some point you would be able to get your wants into words, and Hal would just grin and laugh, telling you it was about time you told him, since hes known for a while. But now that you told him, you guys could do other stuff.
You would blush and sputter, feeling so embarrassed at being so obvious in your attraction, but all those thoughts would be knocked right out of your head when Hal leans back in his seat, arms tucked behind his head in nothing but a tank top.
“Come on baby~” he would purr in that teasing tone of his, knowing you wouldn’t be able to resist, even when you huffed and pouted you still ended up drawn in, letting Hal cup the back of your neck and pull you into his pits.
From then on, I couldn’t imagine Hal being as subtle about it as before. Thanks to the lantern ring, Hal doesn’t have to worry about his suit getting dirty or gross when he wears it, as he can just create a small field around his body to keep the grime away.
But that also means nothing gets out from that little protective field. So, when Hal gets a little bold, he would suit up in an outfit and keep that same outfit on under his suit, making sure to get it nice and sweaty, just for you.
Maybe when you guys are having your anniversary hed do it as a little treat for you. Just show up in his suited green glowing glory, pull you into a sweet loving kiss as you guys both say happy anniversary to the other.
But then he would grin and tell you he got you a gift, a gift he thinks you would like very much. You would roll your eyes but smile, following his orders when he tells you to sit down and close your eyes.
Its only when Hal crawls into your lap and unsummons his suit that you realize what he had planned, immediately finding yourself trapped between his strong arms as he pulls you against his chest.
Your eyes would shoot open, looking up at him with wide eyes as Hal just grins down at you, telling you to enjoy in a thick teasing almost taunting tone, pressing down on your thighs to keep you seated.
It would be hard to breathe, but in that way that only made you lightheaded in the best possible way, surrounded by all sides by his addicting scent. A muffled moan would tumble out of you, hands grasping uselessly against his muscular thighs.
You felt drunk and high at the same time, barely listening to Hal as he complained about how difficult his mission was, how he didn’t even get to shower or anything before he came to see you, too busy huffing his being like some kind of addict.
When Hal sighed about his need for a shower, you could feel a thrill run up your spine as his attention turned down to you. When he offered up for you to clean him with your tongue, you almost couldn’t get to it any faster.
His scent was overpowering as you flattened your tongue and ran it across any skin accessible to you, moaning and huffing through the entire process. You felt almost like an animal, even when you got him rolled onto his back so you could access the parts of his body that weren’t easy to reach before.
Hal would lay patiently, feeling like his ego was being stroked as you borderline worshipped his body, licking from the bottom of his stomach, up between his pecs, to his pits and arms. He swore you almost came when you shuffled down between his legs, burying your face in the crevice between his thigh and crotch.
Even as Hal didn’t get any physical pleasure from the act of your musk and scent kink, hed still find himself hard and feeling a little too cocky for his own good. What could he say, being treated this way did nothing good for the ego.
But what really sold it all for Hal was seeing how you would grind into the mattress, or his boot, or whatever you could grind against, making yourself spill without your hands or his touching you, just from his scent and musk.
If you were to free his length and take it into your mouth, licking and sucking up the potent musk and taste of his skin, Hal would be over the moon. The almost drunk look in your eyes would make his insides flutter, shoving him closer and closer to the edge.
His scent would still be so strong, even after he spilled down your throat and coated your tongue in his spend, leading to you just cockwarming him for a while, letting Hal caress the top of your head as cooed praise spilled form his lips.
Having to shower afterwards always broke your heart a little, but Hal was always quick to kiss you all over and teasingly promise to do it again, when he felt you deserved it. The wink he would give you, gave you a feeling it would be sometime soon. You hoped, at least.
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dollwritesarchive · 1 year
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𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 & 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 — 𝐡𝐚𝐥 𝐣𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐧
𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!lantern!reader, rough sex, dubcon in the beginning, suggested age gap ( undefined but hal is significantly older ), sir kink, improper use of constructs, pet names ( little girl, baby girl, sweetheart ), hal is a condescending asshole, very light impact play ( face slapping ), brief knife kink mention, size kink, slight pain kink, all characters featured are 18+
𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ requested by my bestiest maguroni. do not repost or translate. please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3
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this should’ve been a dream come true.
your very first, official mission with Honor Guard, legend, and your personal role model— Hal fucking Jordan. after all, he was the reason you worked so hard to become a lantern yourself, and protect your very own sector of the universe. he was a living, breathing interuniversal hero, and that was unheard of for a human. you wanted to be just like him.
out of all the cadets freshly trained, you were hand picked to tag along. to follow his every order, and to learn from the best.
and you’d fucked it up in a major way.
you were only trying to help, and thought that you made the right call by abandoning your post to chase the culprit— until you realized it was a fluke. and the prisoner had slipped by your perimeter as easy as could be while you were chasing your wild goose.
needless to say, your Honor Guard supervisor had been pissed, and tore into you right there, civilians watching and all. he’d gripped your face when you’d attempted to stare at your feet and wrenched it back up towards him, hollowing your cheeks with how much pressure he’d applied as he leaned close to hiss in your face. “Don’t ever disobey my orders again, rookie. I say jump, you jump. I say sit pretty, you sit pretty. You got me?”
your eyes were wide— he didn’t yell like Kilowog who’d trained you, but growled, threatened with dilated pupils and furrowed brows. “Yes sir.” it was all you could muster: a pathetic and humiliated whisper. you could feel everyone staring, and you wanted desperately to disappear.
“Get in the cruiser.” he’d murmured, clenching his teeth. you glanced to the vessel waiting. it was sleek and only required one to man it. it had been designed specifically for this mission, for you and Hal and the prisoner. you nod, obedient, and expecting some form of punishment awaiting your arrival back on Oa. however, Hal adds, gruffly, as he gives you a subtle shove when he releases your face. “Your ass is mine.”
“What did I say, huh?” Hal barks, the emerald specters flowing from the ring on his finger, branching off into a multitude of massive hands, all grabbing at you, pinning you to the control panel of the oh-so-shiny, brand new intergalactic cruiser. “I told you that your punishment for insubordination would be severe, didn’t I?”
“Y—yes sir.” it was hard to think about anything other than how he’d managed to wrap you up in constructs, glowing green fists that cinch your wrists together above your head, coils of them that spread your legs, the glowing blade that’d sliced your suit to shreds, exposing most of your body to him. you couldn’t even concentrate to fight back, and knew better than to try, anyways. your head lolls back, eyes tracing along your bound wrists, nervously gripping at them.
“Look here, little girl.” Hal demands, and your attention snaps back to your superior before you. he’d finished his cock from his suit, and now pumped it to life, and you stare with widened, awe-filled eyes as it swells. he was big and strong, the tip swelling right beneath his thumb as he teases his own slit with a grunt of pleasure, one hand gripping himself at the base as he takes one step closer to you, and then another, until he stands in the gap provided by your split thighs.
there’s a faint bubbling in your belly, an urge nestling deep inside you, just as you take in the full visage of Hal; the thickness, the bulging vein that spiderwebs the underside of his shaft, and the broad head that you could imagine would force a cry from your lips if he speared into you. you can’t help how wet it made you. “S—sir…”
Hal tilts his head, jutting his hips to drape his length over your belly, to emphasize just how much bigger he was than you— how deep he would go. it made your head swim. by the looks of it, he would never fit. “Oh yeah, I’m definitely going to ruin your pretty, little pussy.” he smirks, as if replying to the disbelief in your mind and written all over your face.
“I’ll never disobey your orders again, sir.” you breathed out, chest heaving with anxiety ( or, was it anticipation ? ). “I’m sorry…”
but Hal quirked a brow, running one hand up the length of your body, he made sure to give your tender breast a hard squeeze before caressing your cheek, taunting you by running the pad of his thumb over your trembling bottom lip. “Oh, it’s much too late for that, little girl,” he croons, pushing his thumb between the threshold of your lips. he hooks it against the corner of your mouth to keep it anchored there. “You’re gonna take your punishment like a good girl, and then you’re going to know exactly what happens to insubordinate whores.”
the hand holding himself on your belly has, instead, directed his herculean cock to your exposed, slick sex. but, he didn't plunge right in. Hal takes his time, using the bulbous, pink tip to spread your netherlips, running it up and down, gathering your essence over it. “You’re fucking dripping.” he hums, but it’s guttural as he tries to muffle his primal snorting. you can still see it, though, in the way his massive chest rises and falls. “I think you like my punishments.” his eyes, which had been admiring just how he can split you open, and how each time he’s blessed with a flash of your hole clenching on air, just begging to be stretched. “Want me to stuff you?”
you wished you could hide your face, because your body was already agreeing— back arching whenever the head of his cock bumped your sensitive clit, squirming and soaking him with slick, you didn’t need it to be anymore obvious, but your face would give you away yet again. big eyes, lips trembling and forced open by his thumb, you slur against it, looking down at where your bodies were meant to join. “It… it’s too big… that won’t fit inside me.” you say, incredulous.
but you can tell Hal wants to chuckle, and maybe if he wasn’t so angry, he would’ve. the corner of his lip twitched, threatening to etch into a wickedly dashing smirk, but he stops it. he simply says two words.
”Let’s see.”
and forced his way inside.
you cry out with your head thrown back, for once straining against the constructs that held you down. your body wasn’t meant to stretch as much as it had to accommodate his size. your walls spasm around the girthy intruder, clamping down, and Hal releases a bestial groan. “Fuck,” he mutters, and pushes his thumb against the flesh of your cheek, “you’re right, I am too big for you, aren’t I?” you can’t even think straight enough to nod, but it didn’t matter. it didn’t stop Hal from falling into a hard, deep rhythm. with each, powerful snap of his hips against yours, he fills you to his hilt. “Doesn’t matter to me, sweetheart, I’ll stretch your little pussy out until I fit right. I don’t care if I gotta pound it out over and over again. You’re mine, anyways, until we reach Oa.” oh fuck, you’d forgotten exactly how long the trip back to HQ was. it felt like weeks, but it was hard to tell for sure. no day or night, just the inside of the ship.
a knot forms in the pit of your gut; would he really keep you twisted up and spread open like this, right here on the control panel? would you be so easily accessible that all he would have to do is reach over and he could fondle you? the whole trip back?
with the power behind his thrusts, and the way the head rammed deep, it was clear that you weren’t meant to be the one enjoying this. he’d gone beyond any of your sweet spots, and instead jabbed relentlessly at the edge of your cervix. he was fucking you the way that he wanted, even if he thought you wouldn’t like it. it even hurt, each time, taking so much more than you were designed for, but you couldn’t help but moan out loud. it still felt good, no matter how much you knew it wasn’t supposed to. his girth plowed through your canal, and you squeal for him to please be gentle, but you don’t mean it. not really. it feels too good to look up at this titan of a man, and watch him decimate you. watch him use you.
it made you so fucking wet that, when he dives in this time, you squelch in response, and Hal moans louder, grabbing a fistful of your hair with one hand, whilst the other grabs your face and forces your chin into your chest. you sounded sloppy, and he liked it. “Come on, baby girl, go ahead and watch me destroy that pussy. ‘S what you deserve, after all. A good, hard fucking to remind you who the fuck’s in charge here.” you mewl pathetically, staring down the length of your belly. your emerald suit was merely a chunk of threads against your ribs, your breasts spilling out the gash at the neckline and the entire crotch ripped out. you could see his shape and size, the imprint of it, bulging against your stomach with every thrust, and your hands ball into tight fists. but you stare, and whine, and come undone without so much as a warning from your body. it was almost as if you were so overloaded with sensation that you just snapped. your orgasm wasn’t big the first time, but you were now twice as sensitive. each thrust feels like it has double the power and malicious intent behind it, now. Hal seems to like it, too, because he smooths his palm over your heated cheek before planting a rough smack against it. “Takin’ orders just fine now, aren’t you, little girl?” the slap temporarily stuns you, or maybe it’s the orgasm that was wracking you, but Hal brings you back with another thwack against your cheek. “All I had to do was shove my dick in you and you’re ready to comply now? You wanna be your Honor Guard’s good, little fucksleeve?”
it stings, a lot. and your eyes widen again, flickering up to watch his face— offended, but incredibly turned on. he hit you. twice.
“The answer is ‘yes sir’.” he threatens between hot puffs of strangled air, his rhythm never even faltering. but he was glaring at you, palm rubbing the pain of the slaps into your cheek, as if reminding you that he can do it again if he wanted to.
“Yes s—sir!” you squeak.
another slap.
you whimper and flinch, and try to turn away from it, but his grip on your hair is too tight to escape. you had to take it, whether you liked it or not.
the worst part was: you fucking loved it. it twisted your guts into knots when he hit you, coupled with how ferociously he was rutting into your body, you were only moments from cumming. again.
“And you’re gonna do whatever the fuck I say from now on?”
“Y—yes sir!”
“Damn right,” Hal grinds his teeth, yanking on your hair harder, but his other hand travels down to knead your breast and pinch at your nipple. he can feel when you unravel for a second time, this time your climax has you spasming and babbling, fingernails digging into your own palm.
“C—cumming,” you whimper, helplessly thrashing, “I’m cumming aga— again!” it was a cry for mercy, mostly. in shock that your body could even function after the first one, but this one was strong and, seemed to be, never ending. wave after wave of torturous pleasure washes over you, and Hal refuses to ease up. he’d so much rather force you to ride it out, and before you knew it, your legs were trembling. your eyes could hardly stay open, and you couldn’t think. “P—please, sir,” you were gasping, punctuating each, violent thrust with a syllable, “p—please c—cum, I— I need… r— rest…”
you knew he must want to. he was throbbing inside you, moaning, breathing ragged, and his jaw was sewn tight. but he only scoffs. “You’re done when I say you’re done. This is your punishment, remember?” he spat, and the constructs melted away, freeing your arms and legs. the only problem was that you were now too spent to move, so you could do little but lie there and tremble. squinting, you peer up in time to see his power morph into a chain-like ring that clamps around his engorged base before a heavy, green lock snaps into place, swinging back and forth as he ruts. he snorts at the sensation of the ring tightening around his cock, squeezing. it would keep him from cumming, you realized, until he felt like you’d earned the break you so desperately wanted. you whine again, and he plows into you harder to accentuate his next statement, “It’s gonna be a long ride home, little girl.”
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