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[gatorbites-imagines]

Kinktober day 4

Hal Jordan + size difference

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.

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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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[angelltheninth]

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.

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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[dollwritesarchive]

𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 — 𝐡𝐚𝐥 𝐣𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐧

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), ex gf!justice league!reader, yellow lantern!hal, this is a dark fic, noncon, somnophilia, suggested violence against reader, toxic relationship,  yandere!hal, hal refers to himself as ‘daddy‘, he’s delusional oops, sinestro co-op, all characters featured are 18+ 

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ requested by anonymous. do not repost or translate. please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading <3

you would be so pissed at Hal right now. 

he knew that, but he couldn’t force himself to feel any shame for the way he scooped you up, holding you tight as you crumbled towards the ground. he was hugging you, the way he really wanted to when he’d first heard you call out for him. 

but you hadn’t sounded happy to see him. when your eyes coruscated over the yellow suit he donned, your brows knit together, your eyes narrowed. you were disgusted. appalled. you hated him in that color; the color of pure fear. 

you were going to get that ring off of him, even if it meant you had to beat him down in the process. or, at least, that’s what you said. however, Hal had years more of experience in hand to hand combat, and the ability to create a construct of anything that he wanted to use against you. not to mention all the times he’d sparred with you. it was never his intention to learn all your tricks and how to counter them, but now he was thankful he had. 

“Sure am glad you found me.” he whispers, burying his face in your hair as he doubled over, holding your midsection tight. you were unconscious from the knock to your head, inflicted by no other than your ex lover who now held you so tenderly, so you droop backwards, your head lolling towards the ground. when he pulls back to look at your features, he breathes a sigh of relief when he traces your softened countenance with his fingers. you no longer looked angry with him, you were no longer disgusted by his newfound power in fear. “Saved me the trouble of tracking you down, having to fight the rest of the Justice League to take you back with me, the whole shebang. I didn’t want to kill any of them, but they wouldn’t have just let me take you. I would’ve had to.” unable to resist his deepest, darkest urge to do so, he leans forward and allows the weight of his lips to press against yours. you don’t kiss him back, and he can accept that for now, because he’d missed the taste of your mouth so much. “But you came back…” his words were muffled as he dragged his lips over your mouth, prying it open with his tongue so he can taste the inside. “You came back to me.” 

that was when Hal finally dug his knees into the dirt, hauling your body down with him, slowly laying you down. your figure is mostly on its side, though turned at your midriff so he can look at your face, with both of your shoulders against the hard ground. “You still look just like an angel when you’re sleeping.” he muttered, tracing your lips with his fingertips. his breath caught in his throat, staring at them. they weren’t nearly swollen enough, like they used to be when he’d kiss you hard. even towards the end, when he started to turn and you’d begun to resist him, he still always left your tiers pouty. 

“It’s been so long,” he breathes out, cradling your face in one hand as he leans over you to kiss you again. he simply couldn’t stop. “So long since you were soft and obedient like this. I missed it.” 

as Hal started to lose his way, you’d began to try and distance yourself from him. you knew that he was changing, and you knew that it was into nothing but darkness. but you didn’t know how to help him or how to stop it; you’d hoped the other members of the Justice League would, but he wouldn’t talk to any of them. he only wanted you. you’d even tried once to tell him that you didn’t want to be with him anymore, but he hadn’t taken the news well, slapping a construct collar around your neck to emphasize how you were bound to him, whether you wanted to be or not. 

he’d scared you. 

and now, here he was. a yellow lantern. the pinnacle of fear. wielding it like a ferocious, flaming weapon. 

“But you’ll be a good girl for me now… won’t you?” from your lips down to your neck, his open mouth attacks you in needy kisses, bites, and sucking. he knew every portion of your body, what areas he could kiss to make you swoon, he only wished he could hear it now— the soft whisper of his name when he flustered you. he was thinking about all the times you’d said his name, and he couldn’t help the moan that vibrates against your throat. “You have to.” 

Hal had forgotten just how addicted to you that he was since his time in the Sinestro Corps. he’d been focused on his duties as a Yellow Lantern, and Sinestro didn’t allow too much time for his second in command’s mind to wander. he had, however, granted Hal the permission to take you by force. but only when the time was right. luckily, for Hal at least, you’d shown up, in search of him and hopeful to pull him from Sinestro’s side. you’d fallen right into his lap; he always knew it was meant to be. 

“God, I missed you…” he was babbling, both of his hands prying at your top, unzipping it as he wrenches it back to expose your bare breasts. his mouth wasn’t far behind, taking one inside, he sucked on your nipple and groaned to himself. he had a thick, hard erection rubbing against the backs of your thighs that needed to be tended to. he wanted you to be awake, to moan for him to fuck you like you used to, but right now, he would have to make due with what he had. your suit’s zipper catches at your waist, and Hal’s hands and mouth are much too occupied with squeezing and kissing your breasts  to continue undressing you, so the topaz flare of his power oozes out from his ring to create another set of hands, a pair that finishes the task of pulling your clothes off until you’re completely nude on your side underneath him. then, his power dissipates. he could’ve, just as easily, used it to position you how he wanted to take you, but he couldn’t keep his focus long enough. “Fuck, I need you, baby. I need you right now.” his hands were already working, one between your legs, priming your sex to life, and the other to get his cock free from his suit. 

his fingers delve into you, prodding along your canal. regardless of your unconscious state, your walls flutter about his fingers as if welcoming him home, and he closes his eyes, biting down on his lip. “You missed me too, I can feel it. So wet already…” he croons, probing deeper, “Don’t you worry, baby, daddy’s home, and he’s never letting you leave his sight again.” his other hand was pumping his recently liberated prick, mighty and jabbing upwards towards his belly, and when he retrieved his fingers from inside you, he marveled at the webs of slick that clung to them, coating his member in your shine. he shudders, giving the swollen tip a final squeeze, running his thumb against the sensitive slit. he’d been left to please himself for too long, his own touch could no longer electrify him, not like he knew your cunt, inches from him, could. 

“You might hate me for this at first.” he mutters, grasping your thigh with one hand, pushing it upwards so your knee bent more, grazing your belly, to reveal your treasure to him. the other directed his tool to it, splitting your netherlips without so much as a moment’s hesitation. usually, he would tease you, rub the head of his cock along your folds, but that had always been to watch you squirm and mewl and beg for him to stop teasing. all he really wanted was to dive into you, as deep and hard as he could. bury himself there. so, this time, he does. he plunges in deep, and bottoms out hard. “It’s gonna hurt when you wake up,” but he doesn’t stop, he can’t. your walls spasm and struggle to stretch around his forceful girth, but he grabs your leg with both, massive hands and jerks your body back to ram into it. “A lot.” he’s already panting, pounding you so violently that your entire body ripples against his thrusting, your head dragging along the ground. you make a little sound, as if you might come around soon, your eyes rolling behind closed lids. 

“But, just give it time, baby girl. You’ll start to like the pain.” 

his moans turn to growls, fingers digging into the supple flesh of your thigh, bruising the delicate skin as he drills himself home, past your sweet spots, to batter the entry of your cervix with relentless and cruel bucking, over and over again. “Fuck, you feel good,” one hand trails up to grab your face and turn it back towards him; he wished you’d open your eyes so he could see the shock on your face when he bumped against your cervix. you didn’t, and he squeezes your cheeks, hollowing them. he may have done it out of frustration, that he can’t hear you whimper for him, or maybe it was just pent up anger at you for pushing him away. “Too good…” 

“‘S too tight! Too warm!” 

he was already close. 

“You’re gonna make me cum right now, baby girl.” it was uttered in bemusement, amazed that he wasn’t the marathoner he used to be. the two of you would go round after round of lovemaking until neither of you could move an inch, and you were holding on to him for dear life. but he wasn’t making love to you, not like he used to. 

Hal was fucking you. brutally. primally. 

“I wanna give it to you so bad, wanna fi— fill you up so fuckin’ full!” his breathing ragged, he pats your cheek as he lays your face back down against the dirt on the ground and allows his fingers to roam; they hesitate for a moment near your throat. he throbs with delight at the thought of wrapping his fist around it, but he wanted you to be awake for that. he wanted to hear the sounds you made when he held you down and choked you; he’d be sure to play with your sensitive clit at the same time, so he could show you how to cum while he hurt you.

 instead, he presses his palm against your chest, smashing your breast in the process, to keep you pinned in place for him to rut like a beast. “Close,” he grunts, his jaw drawn taut. “So— so close… take it for me, baby, take it!” 

he hadn’t given you a choice. 

with a string of desperate grunts and snorts, Hal buried himself in your belly as he came, hunching over to kiss your slack mouth, moaning your name over and over as he starts to come down. you were whimpering in your sleep state, probably on the cusp of waking up— no doubt the discomfort following such a rough romp would seep into your subconscious and draw you out of it. but the sounds you made only made it that much harder for him to want to pull out of you. 

he does so, albeit begrudgingly, telling himself that there would be plenty more opportunity to have you how he needed. besides, he was spent after violating you in all the ways he’d dreamt of, without your voice to cry for him to stop. dilated eyes trailing along your body, he could already see the sections of flesh that would be littered with darker bruising in the coming days, and the way his cum leaked from your quivering sex was almost too sordid for him to bear without shoving himself inside you again. 

tucking himself away, back into his golden uniform, he’s busy with those construct hands, reaching for your suit to dress you again. 

“Leave it,” it was Sinestro’s voice, and it was then that Hal realized his superior was leaning against an outcropped rock nearby. “Wouldn’t want her thinking she’s still a superhero, now would we?” 

Hal frowned, looking from him to your naked body. “She doesn’t have anything else to wear.” he muttered; it was a moment of the true Hal shining through the power of the wicked ring on his finger. 

“And if she’s a good girl for you, you’ll gift her with clothes.” Sinestro floats closer, the tips of his toes barely treading the dirt before he claps a hand on Hal’s shoulder, as if reminding him who he was now. “She has to earn the right to wear them. By pleasing her master. If you give a pet too much freedom, it’s only a matter of time before they run away, right?” 

“Right.” Hal muttered, his features hardening again. the constructs melt into an altogether, different shape. an oversized box, one that resembled the way a Barbie might be packaged. it envelops you, golden twist ties wrapping around your wrists and ankles and locking you in place, a transparent sheet of construct sliding into place to lock you in the box. “I can’t give her too much freedom. Or she’ll try to run away from me.” 

“You know the way to control her, don’t you, Hal Jordan?” 

“… With fear.” 

“Very good.” Sinestro hums, admiring the craftsmanship of his favored soldier, and gives his shoulder a firm pat. “If the Justice League comes for her, we’ll let her watch our army cut them down. But for now, take the time and enjoy her.” 

your eyelids flutter, groaning as you start to come around. your head is throbbing, and you feel like you’ve been donkey kicked in the gut. not to mention the sickening feeling of something all too familiar oozing out of you. your head rolls around against your shoulders as you squint. “H—Hal? What did you—“ you jerk your arms, but the power holds them in place at your sides, posing you like a doll on the shelf. “What did you do?!” 

but it didn’t take a genius to figure it out, when you look down to realize you’re naked and sore. 

“Hal… oh, god, Hal…” 

Sinestro is watching with his arms folded over his chest, and when you catch sight of him, you grimace with disgust. “Take back your fucking ring and this monster you created. Give me my Hal back!” squirming in your golden cell, you scream it at the top of your lungs. 

Sinestro chuckles, shaking his head. “‘Your Hal’? Oh, love, this is your Hal. He can take the ring off any time he wants to. The problem is, that he just would rather have the power that it can give him. I’m the only one that will sanction his desire to own you.” 

Hal gets to his feet, and takes a few, slow steps up to the box you’re trapped in, pressing his hand against it. he doesn’t seem to be listening to the banter, nor does he care. because he’s staring at you, fondly, as if admiring a piece of art. 

“Hal… please…” 

“You won’t ever leave me again, I’ll make sure of it.” 

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[solar-wing]

⚣ Cocky Bastard 😡

⚣😡 A/N → My first Hal Jordan post from my previous account. Conner and Hal fics in the works including the third installment for Primal. Since I revamped the first two parts (especially the second), I pretty much had to re-do the entire piece from beginning to end. So that's why it's been taking a little bit longer than usual but it's coming. Anyway, thank you guys for 100 followers and as promised, those fics are coming. WARNINGS: Dub-Con. Coercion, Implied Jealousy, Slight Harassment, etc. Full NSFW version will be posted to Patreon and AO3.

⚣😡 Prompts Used → @cursedspaceofair – "You know you love me." @thelonelyempath – #7 "Be a good boy and swallow for me."

⚣😡 Summary → Hal Jordan has been an annoying little pest and a thorn in your side ever since you joined the Justice League. His over-inflated ego pushes you to avoid him as much as possible, which in turn, only makes the superhero pester you more. So, how do you succeed in getting the cocky bastard to leave you alone?

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You’d had it up to fucking here with Hal fucking Jordan, the cocky bastard.

Ever since you joined the Justice League, Hal made it his fucking mission to get on your last nerve. Going out of his way with all types of crazy antics to annoy you and get your attention. 

And why was he doing it in the first place?

Cause the fucker didn’t have a life, obviously, and just loved messing with yours!

“I’m sure it’s not that bad,” Superman said while you and he were walking down the hallway after getting out of a meeting.

You joined the Justice League a little under six months ago after your involvement in helping to prevent the world and reality itself from collapsing on itself. Superman, Batman, Flash, Wonder Woman, and others were impressed with your capabilities, and they recruited you into the organization almost immediately. The pure excitement you felt after being invited into the superhero community was unmatched by anything else you had ever felt.

Upon your initiation and induction into the group of crime fighters, they let you create your own superhero alias and supplied you with your own suit that attuned to your abilities. Apparently, they had a guy who specialized in making suits for heroes, so you were excited to see what he came up with.

All your new comrades were super friendly and welcoming. If you had fanboyed a bit when you met some of your favorite heroes, they gave you the grace of pretending they didn’t notice. Of course, not everyone was open upon the first meeting, but you still got along with them just fine, keeping everything cordial and as professional as possible.

Then, you met Hal.

“You the new recruit?” Hal asked, approaching you in the hallway while taking a break from one of your training sessions with Black Canary.

“Yep, that’s me! You must be Green Lantern. It’s good to meet you. I’m a big fan of your work.” You said with a smile while holding your hand out for a handshake. The green-masked man only smirked back at you, not acknowledging your outreached hand while placing his own on his hips in a semi-pose.

“Of course, why wouldn’t you be?” He replied, the cocky look on his face not doing much to help his first impression on you.

You slowly put your hand down, realizing you were only embarrassing yourself by keeping it up, waiting for him to return your gesture. When you figured there was nothing else to say, you started to make your way back inside the training room.

“Let me know if you want any pointers on combat. I saw you training there, and no offense, but you definitely could use my help.”

The way your body immediately came to a screeching halt was almost comical. You turned around to see him still looking behind you, only now he was dusting and shining his ring. Holding in your temper and the less-than-holy words at the tip of your tongue, you just gave him a nod in return. “Will do.”

You continued into the training room, quickly moving before he could say something else that would piss you off. Black Canary noticed a little more aggression in your combat after that and asked about it, and only had one response in mind.

“I hate cocky bastards.”

Anyways, back to you and Big Blue.

“No, Superman, it really is that bad. I swear I’m this close to punching the dickwad in his dick.” You fumed, barely holding yourself back from creating a hole in the wall.

“Well, what has he done?” The Kryptonian asked.

“What hasn’t he done?!” You exclaimed.

It was true. And though the Kryptonian was feigning ignorance, he could clearly see his comrade in green was purposely going out of his way to irritate the Justice League’s newest member. He wasn’t doing anything to hide it, either. Batman had to say something to get him to lay off for a bit, but this was Hal Jordan we were talking about. When does this guy ever listen to anything that’s not the sound of his own fucking voice?

No, seriously. The dude’s got a thing for hearing his own voice. Cyborg found a folder of voice recordings on his phone of Hal boasting about himself, saying some of the most outrageous things making him seem like the god of all heroes. You’d definitely be holding on to that for blackmail if it got to that point, and knowing this fucker, it would.

First, it was the snarky comments on every little thing you did.

“Wow, the way you just sat there and took that beating. Next time, just call me for help since you obviously need it.”

He almost got slapped for that.

“Seriously, a child could disarm a bomb better than you did. You’re lucky I was here to shield you. Guess that means you owe me one.”

He was really just asking for it at this point.

“Wow, you really must be desperate. You know, just cause most of us do wear skin-tight clothing for our suits doesn’t mean we go around just trying to show our butt to every guy that walks by unless you’re Nightwing. But either way, Superman’s not going to fuck you just cause you’ve got a fat ass.”

Somehow, everyone knew it was you, turning their gazes in your direction when Hal walked into the tactical meeting with a bloody nose and a big purple bruise on his cheek.

But you’d think Hal getting his shit rocked would get him to start backing off and leaving you alone. Again, this was Hal fucking Jordan we were talking about. The man couldn’t recognize a back-off warning if it punched him in the face. Which, you did…hard.

Apparently, that was all he needed to turn up his asshole behavior to another level. 

You’d swear this man was a teenager in high school. He’d hide stuff like your phone or civilian clothes around the Watchtower when you were in the showers after a training session or workout. Always going out of his way to one-up you on missions, proving his ‘superiority’ over you. He took your suit and dyed it your least favorite color (how he knew that was a mystery), making you the posterboard joke of the League for a week until they could get the dye out.

All because you commented how Batman would have a better chance in a fight against Superman than him because he took time to study his opponent and used whatever resources he had on him or around him while Hal was too busy living up his own ass to remember to charge his ring sometimes.

You’d even brought up how Hal got his ass handed to him twice in under five minutes when he met Superman for the first time during the Darkseid invasion.

It was a fair point!

“Okay, I get it. You’re upset. But Hal has actually been quiet lately, hasn’t he?” Clark stated, trying to find a middle ground. He’d been hoping you two would have found a resolution by now while the others made bets on when you would snap and who’d be the victor in the fight that surely would never happen.

Yeah, no. This was more entertaining than some of the missions they went on.

Though, your comrades, including Clark, were not aware of something. Why you were so mad right now was also tied to the reason Hal had calmed down in his routine of making your life hell in front of everyone. Now, he was doing it behind closed doors.

It was last week. You were in the command center, studying over some paperwork Batman assigned to you so you could understand protocols and codes more. It was quiet in the Watchtower, considering most of the heroes were either off on a mission or doing whatever they do in their personal lives. The quiet was enjoyable, or at least it was until a certain brown-haired pest came and disturbed your peace.

You did your best to ignore him, but the motherfucker was persistent. At one point, he’d grabbed the papers you were reading and held them away from you when you tried to get them back. He laughed at the frustration on your face making your fist twitchy again to re-introduce itself to his cheek.

“Hal, give me back those files. I need to finish reading over them before tomorrow.” You demanded, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Aw, does the little rookie have to finish his homework, or Daddy Batman might ground him?” He mocked you in a baby voice. You eyed the papers he kept trapped in a green bubble, moving them away from you anytime you got too close.

The sixth or seventh time he yanked it out of your grip, you were seriously ready to murder this man.

“Oh my god, why are you so insufferable!? What do I have to do to get you to leave me alone?” You snapped.

“You know you love me. Though, it’s hard for me to tell since you’re always spending so much time with Superman and never actually pay any attention to me.” He replied.

You couldn’t believe your ears, “Are you fucking kidding me? You constantly fuck with and annoy me just because you want attention?”

“That’s what I just said, didn’t I?”

You pinched the bridge of your nose, trying to hold on to the #1 rule Batman taught you about not killing. Though it wasn’t really working at this moment.

“Hal, have you ever once considered that maybe I don’t want to be around you because all you do is talk about yourself or find ways to insult and degrade others because you’ve got an ego the size of the galaxy?”

“Yes. But, in my defense, I’m horribly insensitive.” He stated with an indifferent expression.

At least he was aware of it.

“Oh, my god. Fine, whatever. If I spend the next ten minutes with you doing whatever you want, will you leave me in peace for the rest of the night?”

His eyebrows shot up in an intrigued manner.

“Whatever I want?” He asked, clarifying your statement.

You nodded your head but suddenly felt like you should have just turned around and left the room when you saw the smile on his face.

“Deal.” He said, holding his hand out for a handshake.

Oh, now he wants to shake hands.

You grasped his gloved hand, feeling the fitness from his grip. You also felt his thumb tracing up the back of your own hand, but you decided to ignore that.

“Alright. Now, what do you want?” You asked after releasing your hand from his.

Without saying anything, he walked around you and sat at the long table, turning around in the swivel seat with his legs open.

“Get on your knees.” He ordered.

Now, your own eyebrows were shooting up.

“Excuse me?”

“I said, get on your knees,” He repeated, the cocky smirk returning to his face, “You’re gonna suck my dick.”

“I’m sorry, do you want me to punch you again?”

“No, I want my dick sucked. Am I not being clear enough? Put your lips around my penis and suck it.”

“Are you actually being serious right now?”

“You said whatever I wanted. Well, this is what I want. Now will you honor that, or will Batman have to hear about your failure in doing your assigned reading?” He said, a cheeky expression in his look towards you.

You considered just walking out the door. But, you also knew Batman would only assign you more reading to do on top of extra training if you didn’t finish this by the morning. So, you swallowed your pride and moved in front of the masked man, getting on your knees.

“That’s a good boy.” He smiled, looking down at you with leering eyes as you began to pull down his pants. You didn’t know you could even do that with his suit. You thought it was all just one piece since it would fully come on or off depending on if he had his ring on or not.

This bastard.

After that, Hal made it his mission to keep pestering you whenever you were busy in hopes he could get another blowjob. Though, it did help in keeping him out of your hair for the most part. Only, he still got extra aggressive a couple of times whenever he knew you were with Superman or even mentioned his name.

“Y/N!” Clark yelled, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Huh?” You asked, coming back to reality.

“I said Hal’s been quiet recently, hasn’t he? He’s been leaving you alone, right?” The Kryptonian asked.

Before you could answer, you looked down the hallway and saw a familiar green mask staring at you. That same dark expression in his eyes, staring at you and the blue and red-clad superhero next to you as you two were talking. Was he there the entire time? 

Before Superman could notice him, he walked around the corner, but not before stopping to grab his crotch, shaking it at you before heading around the corner. You could expect a visit from him later on.

You turned back to Clark, not sure why you were about to lie for this man.

“Yeah, no. He’s been leaving me alone. He’s still a cocky bastard, though.”

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Aliens already knowing everything about humans= Over done, unrealistic.

So can I get an ask where it's Hal Jordan x Masc! Alien Reader?

Basically Reader's species has an more animalistic way of interacting with each other and other sepecies. Like while the species is rough housing they do little puppy teeth noms, to let the other know it's playtime not aggression.

So what if Hal Jordan is rough housing with Reader, basically like training but for more physical altercations. Reader does the little puppy teeth noms, to let Hal know he's not actually mad. But Reader noms a very sensitive part of Hal's neck and/ shoulders. Causing him moan.

So Hal while still trying to calm himself down, has to explain to Reader what Human arousal zones are, all while Reader is very worried he hurt Hal, because he's never heard a human make that sound.

I napped for longer than I thought I would- anyways I think that-

Hal would be so embarrassed as he tried to explain to you the sound he just made. Your obliviousness on the human race didn’t help him one bit as his explanation only led to more questions. He tried to shush you as you asked your questions, telling you that he was alright and that the sound didn’t mean he was hurt. You were glad he wasn’t and immediately brightened at the knowledge that he was alright. Afterwards you went back to training though after the biting thing Hal couldn’t look at you on top of him the same and so he cut it short early.

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[st0ryf1lms]

fallen for you ➳ hal jordan

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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Me and the Ring

Part 2 of Me or the Ring

Pairing: Hal Jordan x fem!reader

Summary: After Hal broke your heart and failed his mission, the Guardians send Kyle to pick up where he left off. You can't trust Hal, but that doesn't mean you don't love him.

Warnings: angst to fluff, some suggestiveness/objectification (it's innocent, just Hal Jordan flirting), lots of DC Lantern lore references. ignore the incorrect timeline of the GLs

Word Count: 2.9k+ words

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Masterlist | DC/Hal Jordan Masterlist

Coast City isn’t the same without Hal Jordan. Every time you see Green Lantern fly across the sky or a picture of him on the news, you miss your Flyboy a little more. Leaving Hal was the right choice, or so you keep telling yourself. As you walk out of a mediocre coffee shop, because you’re too nervous and heartbroken to return to the one where you met Hal, you accidentally bump into someone.

“Sorry,” you murmur without looking up.

“I’m not,” the man replies.

You glance up at his face before dropping your eyes again. He moves his arm, and you see something green reflect the sunlight.

“I’m not interested,” you say. “Excuse me.”

“Look, I know I started poorly,” the man continues, moving to block your path. “But let me start over? My name’s Kyle.”

“Okay. Kyle, get out of my way.”

“Where’s Gardner?” Kilowog mumbles. “Guardians sent ‘em both, but I ain’t seen him since we left.”

“I’m not worried about Guy,” Hal replies. “She keeps backing up. She’s different than she was with me. This is all my fault, Kilowog.”

“You’re right, poozer. But don’t give your apology to me.”

Hal sighs as he watches you. He can’t hear, but Kilowog’s Bolovaxian ears pick up every catch of your breath.

“Hal,” he grunts. “He’s taking her somewhere.”

Kyle sighs, and when his shoulder rolls back, you see the unmistakable ring on his finger. Another Green Lantern. As if one breaking your heart wasn’t enough, they still think you are guilty of some intergalactic crime spree.

“Kyle, I’m late for a meeting. Maybe I could give you my number?” you suggest.

Playing along seems like the best option. He smiles and moves again, blatantly showing off the ring. You accept his phone and input a fake name and a fake number.

“Now, lying isn’t nice,” Kyle says as he takes his phone back.

“What?”

“That’s not your name.”

You take a step back as your face drops in worry. Hal was never this pushy, and you wish he was here now. Before you can turn on your heel to run, Kyle reaches out and wraps a hand around your arm.

“If you don’t willingly go back to Oa and confess to your crimes, I will drag you across the worst planets I can think of on the way,” he threatens quietly.

You fumble with your phone at your side, navigating to your favorite contacts with only one name in mind.

“C’mon, you’re my girl,” Hal murmurs as he watches Kyle lean in to speak. “You know what to do. Don’t trust him.”

“She just said your name,” Kilowog announces.

A single second later, Hal’s phone rings. At the same time, a sapphire portal opens behind you and Kyle. Hal is angry for you, at Kyle, at the situation, but he doesn’t bother to answer your call as Kyle pulls you closer.

“Rayner,” Hal greets as he lands beside you. “Let her go.”

You lean toward Hal, and Kyle’s eyes remain on the opening portal.

“This isn’t over, Jordan,” he responds. “She’s coming back to Oa.”

“Don’t do this,” Kilowog says as he lands behind Kyle.

Your eyes widen at the sight of Kilowog, another Green Lantern. Hal steps closer to you, and you find comfort in his proximity. The other Green Lantern is large, but he seems to be with Hal, unlike Kyle.

“Last chance,” Hal tells Kyle. “Don’t make this worse.”

Sapphire sparks fly off the portal as it reaches its peak. Kyle hesitates before releasing his grip on you. His suit forms around him before he flies away, but you use your new freedom to turn toward Hal. You grip his suit, although you’re surprised you can actually feel it, and hide your face against his chest.

“This is Kilowog,” Hal says calmly. He presses a hand against your back to keep you close before promising, “I’m not going to let anything happen to you, pretty girl.”

As Kilowog steps back urgently, you anticipate that Hal will break yet another promise. The portal begins shrinking suddenly, and Kilowog yells something before an unseen force pulls you closer to the pink circle.

When you open your eyes, Kilowog groans in a language you don’t recognize. You step back, out of Hal’s hold, and look around.

“Where are we?” you ask softly.

“Zamaron,” Kilowog answers.

“Why can I breathe?”

“My ring,” Hal says. “I can create an atmosphere for you.”

“How am I supposed to go home?”

“I’ll get you home, I promise.”

“Stop promising! Tell me how!” you demand.

Hal sees the fear in your eyes and shakes his head. “I don’t know yet,” he admits.

“Okay. What now?”

“Hal!” Kilowog alerts. “We’ve got company.”

“Hello,” a pink-skinned woman says as she lands before you.

Hal moves quickly to press himself against your back. You want to find comfort in the touch, but you’re terrified and don’t want to fall for another Hal Jordan trick.

“The Guardians- the guys who make the rings thought you were working with her,” Hal whispers.

You turn to look over your shoulder with wide eyes. The accusations have a new layer of unbelievability, now. There’s a sapphire ring on her finger, and when she doesn’t acknowledge the Green Lanterns with you, you tense your shoulders nervously.

“I’m sorry,” Hal adds.

“Save it,” you snap. “Tell me when you get me back to Coast City.”

Hal nods, and you turn away. There are more women before you now, and you unconsciously lean against Hal before he is pulled away.

“Take the men to their quarters,” the woman commands. “Welcome to Zamaron, human.”

“Where are you taking my friends?” you ask.

One of the women lays a hand on your back, but you step forward to preserve your personal space. They let you follow at your own pace, though they do not answer your question.

“Where did you take them?” you repeat loudly.

“Do not be concerned. Our atmosphere has adapted to your presence, so you no longer need the men to protect you,” someone answers.

“We are taking you to my palace,” the first woman says. “I am the current leader of Zamaron, and I would like to extend our hospitality to you.”

“I would appreciate a plane ticket home a bit more than hospitality,” you argue.

“In time. You will have the chance to return home, I assure you.”

You continue in silence. The palace appears as you turn a corner, and you wonder where Hal and Kilowog are. If you needed him, could he come? Would he?

“We have to get out of here, Kilowog,” Hal says before hitting the prison bars again.

“You know we can’t,” Kilowog replies.

“She is out there alone! I’m not going to just sit here and accept my fate!”

“I’m not tellin’ you too, poozer. I’m sayin’ that you need a new approach. You’re not a hero, remember?”

Hal nods as he begins pacing. “Right. I’m not a hero. But I am a Flyboy.”

Kilowog agrees before asking, “Is this a translation problem or are you making up words?”

“They’re going to offer her a ring, Kilowog,” Hal says. “I trust her, but she doesn’t know what the Sapphires do.”

“You broke her heart. If she accepts the ring, you’re her first stop.”

“Trust me. I know.”

“She called for help, Hal. Work on finding a way to do that.”

“You have strong emotions toward the human Lantern,” the leader of Zamaron muses. “Is there love?”

“Not anymore,” you answer.

“I see. My friends and I here are the Star Sapphire Corps. Do you know what that means?”

“I don’t. We humans aren’t well-versed in the whole ring thing.”

She chuckles, her laughter just as royal and majestic as her voice. “Star Sapphires are a race built on love. As our first members said, ‘Life without love is blasphemy.’ Tell me, what would you do for a life of love and power?”

“Work,” you answer. “Love and power aren’t given; they’re earned and created.”

“Poor child, you have no idea of the possibilities in the universe. Accept a ring, join our people, and the life you crave, the love you no longer have, can be yours.”

You shake your head, determined to get off of this planet. “I just want to go home.”

“And you may. A portal can be made available to you.”

“Thank you. Can I see my friends now?”

“I fear you misunderstand. We, women, are the only beings who understand what love truly is. There is no place for men on Zamaron.”

“You’re going to kill them,” you realize. “You kill all men.”

“We free them from their failed responsibilities. They cannot love, so they cannot live.”

“That’s not true.”

“Your Hal Jordan could not love you as you deserve. What proof do you have?”

“I- I can show you.”

“Green Lanterns are not to be trusted. Prove your worth with a ring or return home. Without your unfortunate friends.”

You close your eyes and take a deep breath before saying, “I would like a ring. Hal Jordan used me, and he must learn what life without love is like. He takes but never gives. It’s my turn.”

Your dramatic speech wins over the Sapphires, and the leader nods. Another Zamaron kneels before you and slides a pink ring onto your finger. Power surges through you as sapphire ribbons circle your form.

“Go and eliminate blasphemy.”

Hal makes using a ring look much easier, and as you shakily take flight, you wish he was here to help you. Here and now, it’s your turn to help him. Hal Jordan hurt you, but he doesn’t deserve to die on an alien planet. As you fly, you use the ring to scan the planet. It happens without much conscious thought, and when you find the prison, you raise your arms and increase your flight speed.

“Hal?” you whisper at the first opening.

“Pipe down,” a woman calls from inside the prison.

The prison is full of men from different planets, but you don’t allow yourself to think about what will happen to them. They need help, but your mission is to free Hal and Kilowog. When the bars beside you shake, you follow the sound of impact around another corner. A large, green bulldozer is ramming into a wall of bars, and you shake your head in concerned amusement before raising your own ring. You form a pink coffee cup, which causes the green machine to disappear.

“Whoa,” Hal says in place of greeting. His eyes are wide at the sight of you, and he asks, “Is that a new outfit?”

“Shut up,” you demand. You haven’t looked down at the skin-tight pink bodysuit more than once, but the mention of it makes you shift uncomfortably. “We need to get out of here.”

“The door won’t open. I’ve tried everything.”

You grab a bar and open the door with minimal effort.

“Your ring’s the wrong color,” you say.

Hal and Jordan step out, and you lower your gaze to the ring momentarily. You shake your hand, and all of the cells open. The men walk out before running for cover.

“How do I get this ring off, Hal?” you ask.

“You have to prove you love and are loved at the same time, with the same person,” Kilowog answers.

“How do you know that?” Hal asks.

“Did you mean any of it? What you said at Ferris Air?” you interrupt.

Hal turns toward you and nods. “I meant all of it.”

You look into his eyes, and he sees that yours have a depth and a hurt that he missed. The hurt is his fault, but what lies behind it caused him to fall in love with you. With your eyes locked, you think about everything that Hal has done to prove he loves you, and then admit to yourself that despite his seeming betrayal and how he used you, you love him, too. The sapphire ring hits the prison floor with a clang and Hal rushes to adjust the atmosphere for you.

“You did it!” he cheers before pulling you into his arms.

“Hal, something’s wrong,” Kilowog says.

You try to agree, but everything goes black before you can.

“Ma’am are you okay?” someone asks above you.

Your head pounds until you open your eyes. The Coast City sky above you is clear and bright, and you sit up quickly at the sight and feel of earth. There’s a crowd around you, but Hal and Kilowog are nowhere in sight.

“Where’s Green Lantern?” you ask.

“He hasn’t been seen in days,” the man kneeling beside you says. “Did you hit your head?”

“I have to go,” you say as you push yourself up to stand.

Several people yell for you to wait, but you run past the coffee shop where you first met Hal on your way home. There’s a list in your mind of things you need to do. First, you have to find some comfort, and then you can worry about Hal and where he is.

“Don’t you people know how to make a phone call?” Hal complains when he realizes he and Kilowog are on Oa. “We would’ve come if you’d just sent an invite.”

“Quiet, Green Lantern Hal Jordan of Sector 2814,” Ganthet demands. “This is a trial, not a debate.”

“A trial for what?” Kilowog asks. “Bein’ imprisoned?”

“The Intergalactic Court sent you to find a woman guilty of murder, yet you allowed her to take you to Zamaron. She has been sent back to Earth, where Green Lantern Guy Gardner will do what you failed to do,” Sayd explains. “Failing in a mission that was requested is punishable to the full extent of Rimbor law.”

“We didn’t fail!” Hal argues. “She is innocent! She saved us from the Sapphires; would a killer do that?”

“Have you any proof?”

Kilowog grumbles before summoning a hologram from his ring. A blurry video of your arrival in the prison plays for the Guardians, who then turn to one another and whisper.

“Can you send me that video?” Hal whispers as he leans toward Kilowog.

“Focus, poozer,” he replies.

“The Guardians have decided to investigate this occurrence in more depth. Green Lanterns Jordan and Kilowog, you are free to go. Be prepared to return to Oa at a moment’s notice,” Ganthet announces.

“Go,” Kilowog demands. “Or you can watch that video in your dreams.”

“I think I’ll do that either way,” Hal says before disappearing into the clouds.

“Where are you, Hal Jordan?” you ask as you click another search result.

Plenty of people have claimed to see Green Lantern today, but none of them are your Flyboy. Someone knocks, and you ignore it as you add “Coast City” to the search again. The knocking continues, and you groan as you stand.

“Coming!” you yell.

“Hi, pretty girl,” Hal says as you pull the door open.

“Hi,” you reply softly. “You know, when I called you this morning, I didn’t expect anything.”

“I’ll always be here for you. You can hate me, tell me you never felt anything, but I’m yours.”

“Hal, I-“

“No. Look, I’m not going to pretend like I know what I’m doing or that I’m relationship material. But I love you, and I will help you no matter when or where. Not because of the ring that I wear, but because of who you are and how wildly in love I am with you.”

You raise your brows as he speaks, and when he finishes you say, “Love. Do you know what that means?”

“You know I do.”

“Then you know I feel the same way. But I can’t let you use me again, Hal.”

“I never thought you were guilty, and I was trying to convince the Guardians to let it go. I’m sorry that I failed and got you into even more trouble.”

“It worked out,” you remind him. “Because I love you.”

Hal smiles and grabs the jacket you’re wearing – his jacket, you remember suddenly – to pull you against his chest. “Thank you,” he murmurs before kissing you.

You grip Hal’s shirt and return the kiss, giving and receiving love at once. Your life hasn’t been short of love since Hal walked into it.

“I love you,” you say as you pull back. “I’m sorry for reacting like I did.”

“I don’t blame you for that. Walking away wasn’t,” Hal hesitates before finishing, “It didn’t change anything for me. Except make me hate myself a little for hurting you.”

“Consider it forgiven and forgotten.”

“You,” Hal says. “I choose you. Tell me that you want me to prove it and I will throw this ring into the sky and let it find a new bearer.”

You purse your lips as you consider how the ring works. When Hal raises his hand, you wrap both of your hands over his knuckles and the ring.

“This ring is part of you, so I love it, too,” you promise.

“You really do love me,” Hal says with a smile.

“Obviously.” You gesture dramatically to his jacket on your arms to reiterate your point.

Hal leans forward and drops his voice to ask, “Enough to find a sapphire outfit? To remember old times?”

You roll your eyes before walking farther into your home. “You wish, Flyboy. The jacket’s as good as it gets for you. At least until you put a ring on my finger.”

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[apocalypse-shuffle]

HAL JORDAN | GREEN LANTERN (dcamu | generalized canon)

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“Montra” (Hal Jordan x Fem!Reader)

| Hal’s bored but you're really good at capturing his attention (and you’ve been dancing around one another for a while now so why stop now?)

| SFW, gala, infatuated!hal, planning a first date, mutual attraction, reader has short hair (kinda)

| Montra: Olea europaea 'Montra' or the olive in shrub form. (Pic source: Justice League: Throne Of Atlantis animated movie)

| This May be my New Years post (I’m trying) so if it is ✨Happy 2023!✨if I didn’t make it on time then ignore the new year thing (edit: I didn’t make it) I can say this is for Valentine’s Day tho!💚

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Hal is bored out of his mind. Which Bruce had clearly anticipated now that he thought about it. The man had left him alone with a very pointed ‘don’t break anything’ right before they entered the event as guests of honor. Hal had thought Spooky was being ridiculous, he was a grown man, but currently he wasn’t so sure.

Over the course of the night, as even John started to dryly tease him about how much of a brat he was being - and Hal left him alone because he was not going to be bullied - Hal heard Bruce’s words ring truer and truer.

Like a kid he was waiting for the perfect opportunity to mess something up enough that he could be released. As PR supervisor you’d probably get on him about it but he secretly loved when you chewed him out, it was the most attention he got from you and you were very sexy. Even if you did scare him sometimes.

Ultimately you’d put him in a side room until he could leave with the rest of the League and he was more than game for that. The event was for a good cause, don’t get him wrong, but there was only so much gawking one man not at all used to the spotlight while in a rented Armani suit instead of his uniform could handle.

He's tucked himself away by the bar and it’s worked fairly well to keep him out of sight. After all, the only thing that could indicate he wasn’t just some regular smuck was his lantern mask, and all he had to do was keep his head low to hide that. Problem was, that meant he couldn’t talk to anybody without garnering attention. He’s so damn bored he’s started stealing the olives from people’s drinks, snickering as they walk off without noticing.

Okay so he was a bit of a child.

It’s on his sixth go at snatching the olive from some guy's martini that you show up. One second he’s got his hands on a toothpick speared with the motherload of olives and the next his hand is being smacked.

The olives are almost lost to the air as he snatches his right hand away, but his left hand manages to catch it just in time.

“Ow!” he gives you a wide eyed look. “What was that for?”

His small exclamation makes you roll your own eyes, and he resents that a little, he does.

“Lantern, what are you doing?”

You lean against the bar and he can’t help the way his eyes catch on what you’re wearing. It complemented your figure quite nicely.

He clears his throat. “You reserve no right to ask me that question after you just hit me.”

“I reserve every right when you insist on acting like a right fool. What’re you even doing here? You should be on the floor mingling.”

Hal rolls his eyes as you flag down the bartender.

“I mingled for two whole hours, that tires a man out, so I did the responsible adult thing and hid.”

You order before turning back to him and his mind instantly wonders what you’d look like giving him that narrow eyed look in the bedroom. He goes a little pink. Jesus, that’s an image.

“Oh, you're the model of responsibility. Stealing olives is heightened sophistication.”

Hal winks at you, “I hear it’s all the rage with nobility.” and pops the three olives into his mouth.

“And if somebody saw and snapped a picture? There is no nobility here, Lantern.”

He realizes it’s kind of your job to care about how he looks to the public, you were made the PR representative for the Justice League after one too many smear campaigns led by Luther and you were damn good at your job, but he had a thing about being told what to do. He could admit that to himself very readily.

“So what? I get a slap on the wrist and a go get ‘em’ tiger.” He sighs dramatically, “Hardly seems fair.”

Your laugh comes out in a huff as you accept your martini. He points to it.

“Thought you didn’t like martinis?”

You scrunch up your nose; he thinks it’s adorable.

“I don’t, but I hate champagne even more and I need to look the part,” you raise the glass to him slightly. “So I’ll tough it out.”

You pluck the toothpick and olive out of your drink and hand it to him, taking the tiniest sip possible.

He accepts the olive quite happily and eats it. He ends up choking on the damn thing as you gag and he bursts into laughter however.

“Laugh it up, fly boy. You’re still going back on the floor.”

Hal shuts up real quick and you smile at him.

He can’t help but pout when you tug on his sleeve. Flopping off of the bar stool with a huff but allowing you to link your arm with his.

You pull him back into the crowd and Hal kind of wants to whine (just a bit) but you do smell nice, and the heat of your body pressed up against his side makes him flush a little.

Someone beckons you over, she’s a big investor he’s aware of that much, and he goes along with you because he’s got nothing better to do and if he tried to leave he was sure you’d just pull him back anyway. Plus he’s more than happy to bask in your presence.

He leans over, “Do I at least get something for being bossed around?”

You hum at his whisper and the woman finally takes notice of exactly who’s attached to your arm and waves to him excitedly. Hal smiles at her, but it dissipates quickly once her attention’s back on you.

“Like what?”

You hide your response, whispering more to his shoulder than anything, before immediately moving forward to shake the investor’s hand.

As you’re exchanging pleasantries back and forth Hal gladly lets himself fade into the background. Being at these galas always makes him feel moot; out of his element. It’s just that he’d much rather feel like he’s doing something: treaty negotiations, rebuilding efforts, saving people from falling debris and punching bad guys than smiling at people.

Shaking hands so that big decision makers remember to think about the League come elections.

Observing you it’s not hard to see that unlike him you are in your element like this. You’ve been soft spoken since the day he met you but you’ve always been able to capture someone’s attention when you needed to get a job done. It was admirable.

You went up against the League’s opposers almost everyday with nothing but dry wit and the smile you’re giving the investor right now. She asked about something to do with Calendars for Christ (whatever the fuck that was) and going off of your face you were clearly displeased by it so all you did was stonewall her.

Your hair is short so nothing moves at the top of your head except the ornate earrings you're wearing, green jewels bordered by diamonds that catch the light every time you move.

He kind of likes you in green. It dances off of the brown of your skin nicely. He wonders if you’d ever let him use the ring on you. Was the ring designed for shibari? No. But he was willing to make his constructs wrap around like that for you.

Would you be frightened by something so alien or would you jump at the chance to explore it?

Mm. He wants to find out.

The dress you’re wearing is a black gown with big flowing pleats on the bottom, your heels clack every time you shift your feet even though he can’t see them, and all your jewelry is a stark emerald that catches the eye. Simple, elegant, and with the unintended effect of making the two of you look together.

It hadn’t crossed his mind until someone else came over to crash your three person circle and made a comment that he picked up on. You don’t say anything but he’s sure you’ve heard it by the way your jaw clenches before you turn into him.

“Seems we’re garnering quite the buzz,” he says before you can.

You glare up at him. “Seems so. Now answer my earlier question.”

He thinks it over, eyes roving across your face as you stare him down. You weren’t a very physically intimidating woman but the power you held was certainly scary enough.

If he fucked up you could make his life a lot harder.

“How about you let me take you out and I do whatever you want for the rest of the night?” at your dubious look he rushes to keep talking. “Plus, I mean, you did say you needed someone to convince Senator Parker not to go through with Luther’s fake alien communication efforts.”

He raises his eyebrows up at you in invitation and you squint.

“And who better than the space police to delegitimize his cause, hmm? The wealthy love their law enforcement.” You slowly nod your head. “Alright you can take me out, but I don’t skate and I’m putting you to work for it.”

“Deal,” Hal smiles at you and holds his hand out for y’all to shake on it. “I will happily follow your lead.”

True to your word you put him to work right after that. Excusing yourselves from the group that formed around you and then dragging him off to sweet talk Parker right from under Lex’s arm.

He honestly revels in the nasty look Luther shoots your way as you ply the senator with promises of strengthening his image and sly pokes about making correct decisions.

“Do you really want to place the public's trust in you on a man that can’t seem to keep himself out of maximum security prison? What about his latest ploys before he bribed his way back out of confinement says you can trust his claims, Senator?”

You touch the man’s arm and Hal glares at the way it makes him lean into you.

“You were voted into office because of your care for the people, and today I need you to follow through. There are lives in your hands, Senator Parker, all I’m asking is that you think about them before you choose who to listen to.”

You point over to Hal and he can tell that’s his que. When he comes over he isn’t really thinking when he wraps his arm around your waist, effectively causing Parker to back away from you. You don’t move away from him though, and when he glances at you you only nod towards the senator.

He smiles and moves to shake the other’s hand.

“Hello, Senator Parker, I’m one of Earth's resident Green Lanterns and I can assure you that the inhabitants of other planets closest to us don't want some tacky space outreach center being built on their land.”

“Then what do they want Mr. Green Lantern?”

Hal starts to snicker, but you must feel him beginning to shake because there’s an elbow in his side soon after and he rushes to suck it back in.

“I can assure you it’s not humans flaunting our giant superiority complexes.”

He watches how Parker side eyes Luther before getting closer to him, and cheers in his head. His smile widens even more at the honest look that takes over the man’s face.

“Safe, effective and honest communication. That’s all they want. Impeding on their planets isn’t the way to accomplish that,” he chuckles. “And it’ll be waaay less money.”

“Thank you, Ms. L/n for knocking some sense into me. Luther can be very…persuasive but I won’t be making that mistake again,” he turns to nod at Hal. “I also greatly appreciate your input Lantern, I’ll keep your words in mind.”

The two of you stop at a small alcove after Hal exchanges emails with Senator Parker with the stipulation that he remembers Hal’s only earthside every so often and won’t be able to respond immediately.

“You’re really good at that,” Hal divulges.

You raise an eyebrow in question while going through your phone with hurried swipes. From his angle all Hal can make out is a calendar peppered with a sequence of bright colors. He elaborates with a shrug.

“I just didn’t expect the conversation with Captain Cowlick over there to be so…civil.”

The corner of your mouth upticks wryly and you slip your phone into your pocket while turning to him.

“Why, because I’m black? I was supposed to get angry? Start yelling, maybe?”

What?

Hal trips over the shiny unblemished marble floor.

“No! That’s not what I meant at all,” he waves his hands around to accentuate his point. “I only meant I expected Lex to stomp over and get all passive aggressive since, you know, he hates when people mess with his toys. He’s a giant asshole -and I trust your abilities completely…”

He glances at you, eyes wide and another string of apologies on the tip of his tongue, before he notices the twinkle in your eyes. He bites his lip.

“You’re messing with me aren’t you?”

You blink and instantly the mirth in your eyes dissipates, replaced with the stern yet benign look you dawned when confronting politicians and the press alike.

“Of course not Lantern. I was simply pointing out how your words could be misconstrued.”

Oh, you were definitely messing with him. He feels his lips tug up and shoves his thumbs in the loops of his pants. He leans a little in front of you as you both continue moving so you can see the dubious raise of his brows.

“And that’s the only reason?”

You give a derisive nod. “Mhm.”

Hal finds himself bouncing as he walks. If this was how you acted with him on the job he couldn’t wait to find out what you’d be like outside of work. If you were willing to joke around, even if it was at his expense, it pointed to you not just saying yes out of pity or self preservation. Which-

“You know you don’t have to go out with me just cause I’m the one who asked, right?”

“I’m well aware,” you chirp. “And besides, The Bat is my boss. Not you. If you tried to force my hand he’d slap your pasty ass with a suspension and put you on review real quick.”

Hal blinks, a little surprised at what you’d said, before deciding that -yeah- Spooky would totally do all that. Not that Hal would ever force yours or anyone’s hands for anything so paltry, but still.

“Good, I’m glad,” is what he settles on. “Just making sure.”

You make your way around in silence for a while after that. Hal finds himself going over his mental to-do list and squeezing you in. He was rarely earthside for long stretches of time so he always rushed to run errands during whatever “break” he did have.

He puts the date with you between two possible slots. The night after he checks his PO Box and restocks his food supply of nonperishables -he’d neglected the grocery store the last two times he was home and his kitchen now was depressingly barren- y’all could do dinner or he could do lunch with you in between his morning League meeting and scheduled training sessions.

The two of you find a small alcove cut off from everyone else to stop at and you lightly elbow Hal in his side before taking a step so you’re standing across from him.

“You were pretty good back there by the way,” you raise your eyebrows. “In another life you might’ve made a brilliant politician.”

“Oh god no,” Hal shakes his head with a guffaw as you titter at him; his plans could wait, that was disgusting.

“What? Too dishonest?”

“Too soulless. I like being a mediator, saving people is something I love. I wouldn’t give that and the feeling of flying up for anything.”

“That’s great Hal,” you look him in the eyes.

“We appreciate it.”

Hal smiles at you, leaning into your space.

“Yeah? That ‘we’ include you?”

You nod and get closer to him in tandem.

“Uh huh. You think I work for you guys because I don’t?”

Hal shakes his head.

“You don’t seem like the type of woman to waste your time like that.”

“Exactly. When I do something I do it in full.”

The tips of your noses touch as you breath in each other’s air. He can see your eyes dilate like this and the ring buzzes to alert him of his rising heart rate as he looks all over your face for what feels like the twentieth time tonight.

His throat clicks as he swallows. “Does that apply to us too?”

“It could.”

“Alright, that’s fair. How can I make that answer an absolute?”

He holds eye contact with you, smirk lighting up his face as he watches the way you stumble over your response then frown lightly. You school your expression into something more composed.

You get even closer afterward, lips ghosting over his own, as you reply.

“Let’s see how that date goes, first.”

At your whisper Hal starts to give in to your pull before he remembers something and moves back. Your face falls and he shakes his head.

“I just gotta-” he makes a jerking motion indicating both of you. “Are you feeling what I’m feeling?”

You grab him by the tie and pull him down. “Oh I’m feeling what you’re feeling alright.”

NOTES: Hope you enjoyed! This is not proofread because it’s fucking long and my attention span can only take so much so…✌🏾

(I am so unsure about my shit once I’m about to post it. Like I hate this now. Why do I do this to myself?)

Edit: Went back to edit some things and realized tumblr cut the end out so I had to add that. Just so y’all know. This app is really starting to piss me off.✌🏾

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Love Will Tear Us Apart (Hal Jordan X Reader)

Warning: Verbal Fighting, Really Slight Physical Aggression, Angst to Fluff, Breakup and Makeup 

Word Count: 3.7K

Reader is gender neutral. 

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Author's Note: Hi! I love this dumbass! I am so soft for him!🥺🥺🥺 I have more Hal Jordan stuff coming out soon! I hope you like it! Bestie, please reblog! Also, thank you to my beta! You’re the best! <3 

Summary: You love Hal Jordan but every person has their limits, especially when it involves a certain ex-girlfriend.

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“It's Carol or me,” you huffed with frustration and anger. Everything had finally come to a boiling point after almost five years together with him.

“You’re being ridiculous, I’m not going to do that,” he said, rubbing his face with his hands. Hal was tired, it’s been a long few days with the League and the Corp and now this.

“Carol or me,” you said through gritted teeth.

“Look, I’m fuckin’ exhausted. We can have this fight tomorrow, okay?”

“I’m gonna ask you one last time, Hal: Carol or me?”

“I told you already, I’m not doing this right now. I’m not going to fuckin' choose between you or Carol, so cut the fuckin' crap and let's go to bed. I’m so goddamn tired!” He said, raising his voice at the end. You were starting to piss him off.

“Fine. I’ll choose for you,” you stated louder than you wanted to. But you couldn’t hold back the anger that was seething through you right now. You’ve bared this  teeter-tottering of his for almost five years. You’ve had enough.

“What the hell does that mean?” You didn’t say anything, instead just moved towards the front door to put on your shoes. He watched with anger rising through him. “Where the hell are you going? It’s the middle of the fuckin' night!” You continued putting on your shoes and started opening the lock on the front door. Before you knew it, Hal was next to you grabbing your arm with a little too much force. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Get. Your. Hand. Off. Of. Me,” you gritted with restrained anger. Hal didn’t let go. Now he was mad.

“FINE! You wanna go? Huh?! You wanna fuckin' leave?! Then get out, go!” He yanked the door open, practically shoved you out, and closed the door.

You stood there for a second, staring at the door, before yelling at the top of your lungs so he would definitely hear (and probably the neighbors, too): “Fuck you, Hal Jordan!” With that you turned and left.

You loved Hal more than anything else. You loved everything about him. You loved him more than you ever thought you were capable of loving someone. Nobody had ever made you laugh as hard and as often as he did. You loved the way he would smile at you when he got a “great idea” that usually ended in disaster. How he would wear a slight frown when something was bothering him but he didn’t want to mention it. How he would insist on laying in your lap or on top of you because he liked feeling your fingers continuously running through and playing with his hair. When he would use his ring to cast constellations or silly little images on the ceiling when you would lay together in bed. The feeling of his hands in yours. The feeling of him. 

But you couldn’t do this anymore. As much as you loved him, you didn't want to feel like you were the other person in the relationship. You knew how much he cared about Carol and how much she meant to him. You also knew about the history between them. He was very honest with you from the beginning, and you liked that. You never thought you would ever have to ask him to choose between you and her. But someone can only take being taken for granted for so long. At first, it didn’t bother you much that he would go to Carol at her beck and call any time of the day or night. Or how much time he would spend with her. Or how much he talked about her. Even after she had married Gil, you didn’t mind that they were close because, after all, they went through a lot together. But eventually, you started feeling like you were left out of their little world. Inside jokes you didn’t get; constantly being told what Carol had said about something you were talking about. Forgotten little things like your favorite flavor of something or the other. But Carol’s favorites were always remembered. Constantly, having to hear about her; feeling like no conversation could be had without her being mentioned. It started feeling like you were competing against Carol for Hal’s attention and you just couldn’t win.

The straw that broke the camel's back came just before he left for his latest mission. Your birthday fell a few days after he had to leave, and you wanted to spend some time with him, just the two of you. You kept telling him about how you had made reservations at your favorite restaurant for dinner the day before he left and how much you were looking forward to it. On the day, you spent a considerable amount of time getting ready, looking your absolute best in something you felt absolutely fabulous in. (But, also, knew he would definitely like; you loved seeing that signature playful flirty smirk he would give.) He wasn’t home for most of the day, you didn’t think anything of it, figuring he would just meet you at the restaurant. You went to the restaurant and waited for him to show up. 10 minutes pass, no problem Hal’s even late to his Justice League meetings. 30 minutes pass, okay he’s running later than usual. 40 minutes, then 50, then an hour. You could feel the servers' sad gazes as they walked past you. You finally called him.

Ring Ring Ring

“Hey!”

“Where are you, Hal?”

“Oh, I’m at Carol’s.” You never knew it was possible to feel your heart rip apart but it did in that moment. “I was visiting the Ferris airbase earlier, so Gil and Carol invited me to din—Oh shit! Oh, my fuckin' god, I’m so fuckin' sorry, babe! I totally forgot about the dinner. I’m leaving right now. I’m so sorry!”

“It’s fine. Finish your dinner,” you said holding back tears that were threatening to escape, “I was leaving from here anyway.”

“I’m so sorry, love. It just escaped my mind. I’ll make it up to you when I get back home, I promise. I’m leaving here, okay?”

“It's fine, Hal. Uh, I just called to say that I’m staying over at (F/N)’s house for the next few days. They’re going through some things right now and really need me.” You couldn’t bear to see him tonight; you didn’t have it in you to hear about his dinner with Carol, about what she made or what she said.

It suddenly dawned on him that you’d only called him exclusively by his name so far, and not the hundred different nicknames you gave him. He got the feeling that something was wrong.

“But you know I’m leaving tomorrow and I won't be back for a few weeks. Can’t you go after I leave tomorrow?” he said, dejected and sad. You could imagine his slight frown and it made everything worse.

“They really need me. I’ll see you when you get back.” God, you were going to cry any second. You didn’t think you could stay on the line any longer. “Look, I have to go, I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

He was silent for a few moments before he murmured, “yeah, if they really need you, then I guess that’s fine.” He knew something was off; he could hear it in your voice.

“Thanks, bye.”

“Bye, sweetheart. I lov—“ You hung up, Hal didn’t know what to do. You’d never hung up on him before like that, before saying you loved him.

You didn’t have the strength to sit there, listen to him say he loved you, and say it back to him because you would break down.

Hal came back to an empty apartment that night and he didn’t like it. He didn’t like you not being there. The apartment felt colder than usual without you. He didn’t know before that night how much he felt at peace sleeping with you next to him. The smell of your body lotion and conditioner lingering on the sheets, just made everything worse for him. He couldn’t sleep and you didn’t answer his last few texts. He spent the whole night more or less awake. Before he left in the morning, he called you but you didn’t answer his call. Weird he thought. You always pick up his phone, even at odd hours of the night. You were being a good friend, so you were probably just busy, he didn’t think much of it after that. With that he left to save the world. You stayed the night with one of your friends, who you knew wouldn’t pry. You would go back to your place once he was gone.

You guys didn’t fight, you talked things out, worked out solutions to your problem. Never ultimatums or tantrums. You kept it civil and mature. So Hal didn’t understand what had happened that night he got back. He couldn’t even remember how the fight started. All he could remember was how angry and sad you looked. And making him choose between you and Carol? That was absurd. He loved Carol platonically now, but he loved you romantically. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. He loved you more than he was even capable of expressing. You wouldn’t answer his calls, his texts, emails, or social media messages. Your friends/family came to get your stuff and wouldn’t tell him where you were. They would say that they didn’t know or give some other lame excuse.

He was miserable. He was so miserable.

And so were you. You couldn’t escape Green Lantern, even if you tried your best and avoided every freaking place that literally existed. But you still tried your best to move on.

Everyone around Hal could see how miserable he was and he was bringing everyone down with him. Even the other Lanterns were getting fed up, it had been around four months and he was starting to become broodier than Batman (who had half a mind to find you and fix this, because he simply couldn’t stand it).

Hal was running late as usual to some friend’s engagement party. He walked in scanning the room out of habit, until his eyes fell on you. You were laughing at something someone had said. He just looked at you, yearning and longing running through his veins. He knew he was going to fix this, fix what happened between you two. He stared at you for most of the night, waiting for a moment to get you alone. You didn’t expect him to show up, he’s probably off on some other planet doing who knows what, you thought. But there he was, staring at you the whole damn night. You tried your best to avoid him, playing this elaborate and intricate game of avoid-ment. You would steal a glance at him every once in a while, just to see how he was. You couldn’t tell. He always cleaned up nice and a suit always made him look extra attractive and more put together than he really was. You loved it when he wore a suit. The whole night went smoothly for the most part, you managed to avoid him for the entire party.

You breathed a sigh of relief as you left and made your way to your car. Searching for your keys, you hardly noticed someone leaning against your car. “You know, it would be safer for you if you found your keys before you come out into the street at night. Or were you just looking for an excuse for Green Lantern to save you?” You looked up to see Hal leaning against the driver’s side, with a smirk on his face. You rolled your eyes and continued searching for your keys. “You’re not looking for these keys by any chance are you?” He was holding out his hand with your keys in his palm. What the—?! How did he do that? When did he do that? You avoided him like the plague, so how exactly did he manage that? You step closer to take the keys out of his hand and he moves his hand, lifting it slightly. You reach for them again and he moves his hand away again. He knew this would always make you smile. You reach for the keys again and this time he uses his ring’s power to dangle them above you, just slightly out of reach. Bastard, you thought, using his ring against me like this. He was wearing a childish smile. 

“I would appreciate it, if you would give me my keys back.”

“Humm,” he pretended to ponder, “I’ll give them back, but first you have to come home.” Before you could say anything, he continued, “And by home, I mean our place where we used to live together four months ago. You know, the place we spent forever looking for and even longer decorating? Home, where we’ve had one too many food fights while cooking. Or where we put up too many halloween decorations, and always have tons of halloween candy left over because we live in an apartment complex with like one and half kids.”

“Hal, look—” You were cut off before you even could say anything else.

“No, Y/N, you look. I’m miserable. I’ve been miserable these past four months. I don't know where we went wrong; where I went wrong. But I don’t want to lose you. I can’t lose you. I won't, not without trying everything in the galaxy to fix this. So tell me how to fix it. Do you want to go to couples counseling? I’ll never see Carol again, if that’s what you want. I love you more than you’ll ever know and I’m not going to give you up without a fight. So tell me how to fix us.”

You stared at the ground, tears blurring your vision. You couldn’t face him, you would become undone.

Hal stepped closer to you, you didn’t move back. That was a good sign, he thought. He reached under your chin and gently lifted your face up to catch your eyes. You were done for now, any semblance of composure gone with his touch. You sobbed covering your face with your hands.

“You’re the one who left and now you’re the one crying your heart out? I think it should be the other way around, sweetheart,” he joked. That only made you cry a little harder. “You know you're really pig-headed, right?” he continued, while pulling you in closer and enveloping you in his arms. God, you both missed each other. He relaxed against you, taking in the smell of your conditioner and perfume as he rested his chin on your head. After a few minutes, you stopped crying and gained enough composure to finally sort this out, because you didn’t want to lose him either.

“I,” you sniffled, stepping out of his embrace, his hands finding yours as you move back. “I, um, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have left like that. That was very immature and childish of me.”

“You think?”

“Are you gonna listen or keep making skittish remarks?” He smiled, motioning for you to go on. “I don’t want you to stop seeing Carol. I don’t have anything against her. I like her, I do. And I also know what she means to you. But I feel like I’m competing constantly for your attention. Sometimes I feel like I’m the other person in our relationship. I just feel ignored and overlooked. I don’t want to feel like that. It's a tiring feeling, like I have to go out of my way for you to spend any time with me or even notice my existence. Even though we live together! At times, I even feel like I was asking for too much from you when all I wanted was for you to be there for me. Like the times when you would be late or even forget about our planned dates because you were with Carol. Constantly having every conversation mentioning her. I can’t do it.” Your thoughts were a jumbled mess, you were trying your best to be more articulate, but you were overwhelmed with all the emotions you were going through.

He stood there listening very intently to what you had to say, his fingers laced with yours, gently rubbing his thumb against yours in a calming manner.

“I’m sorry,” you continued after a pause, “I shouldn’t have blown up like that, but I couldn’t take it anymore after you forgot about my birthday dinner before you left, then came back and mentioned Carol again. I just felt so alone and angry, in that moment. I should’ve been more open about what I was feeling earlier on. I didn’t want to make you choose between us but that’s exactly what I ended up doing.” You were sniffing again and trying to avoid his gaze.

He was processing what you said, and it made him feel terrible. He wanted you and Carol to be good friends and his best idea at the time was to talk about her and get you to like her, he didn’t think it would backfire in the long run like this. Now, he really felt like shit.

“I didn’t mean for you to feel like that. I messed up. I simply wanted you and Carol to be friends, so that’s why I thought it would be a good idea for me to always talk about her and always try to get us to hang out with her. I didn’t realize it would make you feel like that. I’m so so sorry.”

You looked at him with disbelief and astonishment. This was his bright idea of getting you and Carol to be friends? “Um, what have you been doing to Carol to get her to like me?”

“Uhhh, more or less—definitely more—of the same. I just thought if I talked about you guys enough to each other, you would come to be best friends,” he said with a nervous giggle. I really did not think this through, he thought. “That's why I always go see her, so I can talk about you.”

I can’t believe I’m in love with a moron, you thought. A moron more or less tasked with saving the universe. How he was managing that was beyond you (and most of the other people around him). You smiled at him, before breaking out into a little laugh.

You were smiling at him, he felt his world fall back into place. He pulled you in closer, taking your face in his hands and caressing your cheek.

“I’ve been miserable without you too,” you whispered, putting your hand over his. “These past four months have been hell,” you continued softly, “I don’t want to lose you either. I want to fix this too. I’m also willing to do anything in the galaxy to fix this. You just need to tell me how.” His eyes glazed over your face like he was looking at a masterpiece he couldn’t believe existed.

“I love you,” he whispered before gingerly placing his lips onto yours. Devotion, passion, and yearning deepened the kiss with every passing second. Silent promises being exchanged with each touch to never hurt each other again, and to fix your relationship. You continued kissing each other, hands entangling with the other’s body. You were both making up for four months of misery. Each time you would pull away to breathe, “I love you”s and “I’m sorry”s were whispered back and forth.

“Get a fuckin' room,” someone yelled, walking past. You both pulled away, lips swollen,  foreheads touching, fingers interlaced, and laughing.

“So does this mean you’re coming home?” he quipped.

“No,” you mischievously stated.

“But—I—We—,” he stuttered with exasperation.

“My new place is much better than our old one; plus our lease is almost up. And, the landlord’s an asshole. Remember how many times I had to call him to get the AC fixed when it broke last summer? I practically died of a heat stroke. Not to mention that the washing machines are constantly broken. Do you really want to live there that badly?”

“No, I guess not,” he smiled somewhat sheepishly, afterall you spend more time in the apartment than he did. “So are you gonna ask me?”

“Ask you what?” You raised an eyebrow at him.

“You know? Like I asked you before we moved in together.”

“Oh, I see,”—you dragged out the ‘o’ in “oh”—“Harold Jordan, do you want to move in with me? Again?”

A smile beamed across his face, “Yes. Yes, I do.”

“Good, otherwise this would’ve been kind of weird,” you laughed as he kissed you again. “But, we are going to have to work on our relationship. We should probably think about couples counseling, but it might be hard with your ‘job’. Maybe we could start by trying to be better communicators and telling each other if things are bothering us or something?”

He nodded in agreement. “We can start right now,” he beamed, “I would like to go see this new, much better place of ours and explore a few other things.” He was trying to wiggle his eyebrows suggestively, but he just made you laugh at how goofy he looked.

“Really, after four months and all this, the only thing you can think about is makeup sex?” You quipped playfully, taking the keys from him and pulling him towards the car.

“Maybe…so is that a yes or a no?”

“Get in the car, please.” You stopped suddenly. “Wait, I have a question: how did you get my keys? I made sure to stay as far away from you as I possibly could!”

“A magician never reveals his secrets,” he smirks.

“Okay, Harry Houdini.” You rolled your eyes, smiling as you both got into the car.

The two of you knew that you were going to fix your relationship. You were meant to be together. It took some time and effort but everything worked out in the end. The Justice League and the Lanterns were glad that Hal wasn’t making everything miserable anymore—that was until he started planning on proposing to you, then that was a whole other can of worms. They were equally not ready for wedding Hal or, eventually, dad Hal that came down the road.

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[ragingbookdragon]

“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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[mamulgogi]

[You are my light]

#batlantern #halbru #bruhal #can be either you imagine #dc fanart #sunny draws #CAN YOU BELIEVE IT FORGOT TO POST MY MAGNUM OPUS #also THREE DRAWINGS A DAY?? girl chill #hal jordan #bruce wayne #green lantern #batman #dc

[gatorbites-imagines]

Hal Jordan x male reader + musk/scent kink 🤭

Hal Jordan x male reader

headcanon

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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[angelltheninth]

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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[dollwritesarchive]

sᴘᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴀʟ.

fandom dc / lanterns masterlist / @dollsdc-library

featuring hal jordan x reader ( f! )

rating sfw, but my blog is not meant to be viewed by minors (anyone under the age of eighteen), and i will happily block any that interact with my posts or my blog.

content warning it’s a bit suggestive, but that’s it! mostly just soft hal and snuggles

word count n.a / headcanons & concepts

attention do not repost or translate, even with ‘credit’. just don’t do it. reblog instead of like. leave feedback if you enjoyed.

ɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ʀᴏᴜᴛɪɴᴇ.

when he’s home ( those very few, but very precious nights ), you can’t shower without him tagging along. he’s obsessed with squeezing in with you, running his fingers through your hair as he works the shampoo in, and kissing along your neck and shoulders when he rinses it. and he’s spoiled, too, because you do the same for him. you could spend hours massaging his scalp with your nails, because he wears a permanent, goofy grin, like a happy pup getting his nightly belly rubs.

once you’ve turned the water off, Hal jumps out of the shower and retrieves the towel, pulling you close to him so he can swaddle you in it. once it’s cinched at your chest, he’ll linger behind you, arms wrapped tight around your waist while you brush your teeth and wash your face, waiting patiently for his turn at the sink.

while he waits, he’ll busy himself by kissing your cheek, along your jaw, and over the shell of your ear, occasionally mumbling, “Have I told you that you’re beautiful today?” and, “I love you so much it’s crazy.”

when you’re ready to give up the mirror space, you grab a comb to run through your hair, and hop up on the space beside the sink while he starts his own routine of brushing and washing, but he can’t keep his eyes off you.

ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇᴀʀ.

finally, when bath time’s all done, Hal scoops you up into his arms and carries you into the bedroom.

you never opt for wearing the pajamas that you packed when you moved in with him, and prefer to raid his closet, instead.

old tee shirts always win, especially those that smell just like him, and your favorite boxers— a grey pair that are as soft as could be. he never wears them, anyways, so you’ve all but staked your claim.

Hal adores seeing you cozy in his clothes, believing that you’re the absolute sexiest in moments like these.

Hal simply sleeps in his underwear.

sʟᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ ᴘᴏsɪᴛɪᴏɴs.

you’ve realized just how incredibly protective Hal is once you started sleeping in the same bed as him. where that protection is born of the fear of letting anything happen to you, or if he’s just naturally clingy, you suppose it doesn’t matter.

while you might occasionally spoon with Hal, he actually prefers to wrap both arms around you when you’re nuzzled close to his chest in a bear hug. you hook your legs behind his knees and your face rests against his chest so the steady rise and fall coupled with the rhythm of his heart can lull you to sleep. he buries his face in your hair or against your neck, arms locked tight, and most of the time, he doesn’t allow you to move an inch away from him for the entire night.

every now and then, though, you’ll straddle him, knees dug into his sides when he’s lying on his back, with your arms around his neck. he likes to lock his fingers together and rest both hands on the small of your back when you’re like this, keeping you secure atop him.

if you have both, somehow, managed to move around in your sleep, Hal might be lying on his stomach with his head smushed into a pillow, but even in his sleep, he remembers to reach for you. with one arm, he’ll have you pulled to him, safely tucked under his body heat.

ᴡᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ.

you’re always first to wake up, and most of the time it’s because you have to claw your way out from under his weight to be able to breathe again.

Hal only wakes up when you wake him up ( preferably with kisses and your adorable, sleepy voice ).

“Aw, you’re already up? I was gonna get you breakfast in bed.”

Hal absolutely will not let you get ready for work in peace, pulling you back down on the bed when you try to get up, and then insisting that you should “Just call in.” so he can spend more time with you.

“Oh yeah? What’s in it for me if I do?”

to which Hal scoffs, pulling you in for a fierce kiss and to murmur against your lips, “I know exactly how to make it worth your while, pretty girl.”

#hal jordan x reader #hal jordan x you #hal Jordan #green lantern x reader #green lantern x you #green lantern #hal Jordan imagine #hal Jordan imagines #dc imagine #dc x you #dc comics #dc x reader #dc

[batlantern-abyss]

thinking about the justice league: war to batlantern shipper pipeline

#batlantern #bruce wayne #hal jordan #bruhal #green lantern #batman #It is not my fault they made them like that #And the identity reveal ?? #I imagine other superheros are like:he just told you his identity after a few hours?! He took years to tell me!! And hal is just like yep 👍 #I mean yea technically superman had already revealed Bruce's identity but still #He didn't in the new 52 #Also the comedy in Hal having no idea who Bruce was is undeniable #Justice league: war

[prismuffin]

Hello! I have question.

So you know how Lantern rings choose their wielder's??

How do you think Hal Jordan (Green lantern) would react to the reader just putting a handful of different lantern rings in his hand? And the reader's only explanation is they keep finding the rings in their (Reader's) room.

- Crow

BYE- I think he'd be so shook like what do you mean you just keep finding them??? He'd probably suggest "training" you (it's just to keep track of how powerful you're getting)

Hal's jaw is practically on the floor as you explain the abundance of lantern rings you have. It's practically the whole collection. "They just show up ya know." You shrugged, finishing your explanation. "You-" Hal cut himself off as he tried to rationalize whatever the fuck he was hearing. "Stop, ok, back track- so you just have these lying around?" You nodded, "They look a lot like yours that's why I called you. At first I thought maybe you'd accidentally left one over here ya know but then they kept showing up." You sighed, "I was hoping you'd be able to help but judging by your reaction I'm guessing you're just as confused as I am?" He'd never admit it, but Hal was a little jealous. If you have this many Lantern rings deeming you worthy you must hold a lot of power. At this point he just accepts that you're gonna be very strong and he's honestly a little scared/intimidated, not that he'd ever show it.

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