#kyle rayner imagines

[ragingbookdragon]

Jason, he’s learned, doesn’t get into fights he knows he can’t win. Which is to say he gets in every fight he can because he knows he can win them. And Kyle’s on the receiving end of that loss and he knows it as another four-fingered hit strikes him just below his ribs and he swears he can feel something crack, but it’s enough to send him to the ground in a heap of limbs and pooling sweat; Jason hasn’t even broken one yet. Kyle hits the mat, and he simply lays there, too tired to even think about getting up again since this is at least the tenth time he’s been knocked on his ass. Jason squats beside him, elbows resting on his knees as he asks in a bored tone, “Done yet?”

“No,” Kyle retorts, but he really is even as he shoves his hands underneath his chest, elbows cocked up by his back like chicken wings, and pushes himself up; tries to, at least. “Again.”

Jason doesn’t move, he merely watches. “What’re you trying to prove, Rayner?”

“I’m—ngh—not tryna prove anything,” he grunts, silently cursing his numb legs. “Just tryna fight you.”

“Whole point of fighting is to try and win and so far, you’re not doing any winning.” Seeing as that Kyle isn’t a threat anymore, Jason sits back and crosses his legs, palms flat on the ground behind him, reclining as he says, “At this point, watching you is just pitiful. We’re literally ten and zero. Why do you keep trying? Seriously, what are you trying to prove?”

“I’m not trying to prove anything,” he mutters, but finally gives in to the fact that he can’t feel anything below his ribs and decides to lay cheek down on the mat, face turned to Jason. “We’re sparring.”

“No, we’re not. Sparring means there’s an actual challenge. You,” he says, nodding at him. “Are not a challenge.”

Kyle’s not about to let this twenty-four-year-old zombie tell him off and he grits his teeth. “I bet I could beat you if I suited up.”

Jason snorts. “Nah, you really couldn’t.”

“I bet I could.”

“You can’t even beat me now. What makes you think that by being able to use your imagination that you could honestly beat me?”

“I could crush you like a bug between two walls.”

“You could, but you’d need this first,” he states, holding something up between his fingers and Kyle’s eyes widen as he looks at it, then down to his hand where his ring is suddenly missing.

“H-how did you—"

Jason tosses the ring back with the flick of his fingers and climbs to his feet. “You’re not a threat to me, Rayner.”

Kyle’s arm is shooting out before he can stop it and he grabs Jason’s ankle. “One more round.”

“No.”

“I’m not taking no for an answer.”

“You can’t even stand, let alone fight.”

He’s not budging. “You’re not leaving until we fight another round.”

“I think you should take a nap instead,” Jason murmurs, bending down over Kyle, one hand at his neck, fingers pushing into his skin, and Kyle starts jerking.

“Wait, Jason, no—” his head drops against the map, out cold, and Jason stands back up, nudges him with his foot until he’s rolled onto his back, then he turns and walks away.

#jaykyle imagine #jaykyle imagines #jaykyle fic #jaykyle fanfic #jaykyle fanfiction #jaykyle #jason todd imagines #jason todd imagine #jason todd #red hood imagines #red hood imagine #red hood #kyle rayner imagine #kyle rayner imagines #kyle rayner #green lantern imagine #green lantern imagines #green lantern #dc imagines #dc imagine #dc comics #dc

[internalsealpanic]

An Eternity of Lovers will Make Us No Wiser

summary: Hal gives Kyle the brilliant idea of proposing to you with his pelt. This is actually a good idea if A) it didn’t come from Hal; B) it wasn’t half-baked; C) Kyle remembered a very crucial detail. a/n: I am back with my Selkie bullshit. Happy mermay folks! Selkie husbands are very cute and if you do not know the lore for selkies, here is a quick read. If you are new here, yes, I do in fact give my readers homework for a lot of my fics.  warnings: I write Kyle like a shojo protag, he is kind of dumb in this, Reader kind of has a defined personality and work. Misunderstandings. 

Kyle Rayner is kind of dumb. 

 Well, no. 

 Maybe. 

 Just a little bit. 

 Ok, he is. Kyle is dumb precisely because he listens to Hal. 

 No, there are several reasons, but currently, that's what's making him act stupid. 

 Aside from the usual reason—you. 

 It’s been approximately 2 weeks, 4 days, 5 hours, and 45 minutes since Kyle started on his quest. Hal had suggested it as a joke but Kyle... well, he liked the idea a little too much and thought it was romantic, and here he is 2 weeks in and utterly frustrated. 

 He's been leaving his pelt for you to find everywhere in your shared apartment. With your love of aggressive cleaning, Kyle thought it would take 30 minutes and he'd be sweeping you in his arms. But no, Kyle has watched you squint at his pelt, flex your fingers, then move on for two freaking weeks. 

 Should he just write you a note? 

 Would you prefer a human proposal?

 Could he afford a ring? How big do you want the diamond? Did he even have money in his bank account? 

 Kyle flattens his face against the countertop, brain overheating from the speed of his thoughts. 

You stare in bewilderment as Kyle checks his bank account, face squished against the aged linoleum of your countertop. It's not weird for people to check their bank accounts. It's weird for Kyle to check his. He isn't a broke art student anymore, but old habits die hard. 

 Speaking of old habits.

 You glare at the green hoodie hanging off of your laptop. You have half a mind to fling the thing into the trash but you know Kyle is attached to the stupid thing so you use your coat hanger to fling it at your still mopey boyfriend. 

 It lands with a barely audible thwap to his face. You may or may not preen. It was a solid hit after all and your hand-eye coordination isn't exactly something to write home about. The smack of his jacket seems to shake Kyle from whatever mental rabbit hole he's flung himself into.

 He looks up from beneath the jacket, eyes big and liquid and inhuman. Pulling your laptop to your chest, you rub your eyes not entirely sure your eyes are working properly. Kyle sets the hoodie aside, dragging himself towards you in a sluggish motion. When he reaches you, he leans his entire weight on you nearly toppling you both over onto the floor. 

 "Kyle!" you hiss, shoving him lightly. Kyle doesn't budge, simply wrapping his arms around you and dramatically groaning into your hair. It's only through your sheer stubbornness that you two don't fall to the floor. 

 "Jus' lemme hug yooooouuu," he says, putting even more weight on you. Why does his love language have to involve crushing you under his weight and being a dramatic little shit? 

 Truth was Kyle just really liked being snuggled up against you whenever he was in a mood. You're always just so soft and huggable even when you're hissing at him.

 "Nooooo," he mumbles into your hair. He lets his eyes slide shut, loving the feeling of you in his arms. He leans into your more, huffing into your hair. "You're too huggable, my body can't move away."

 "Yes, you can, you big goof," you laugh as he maneuvers you against the fridge. The resulting movement tips your balance and you end up smacking against the fridge. You both wince from the sound. Kyle kisses your forehead. You shake your head grumbling about it being the wrong spot. 

 "Is it this one?" Kyle asks, kissing your cheek. "How about this one," your other cheek, "this one," your jaw, "this one?" He plants a kiss on your neck. 

 You giggle, kissing his lips. "That one."

 "I see," he hums, kissing your lips. His soft lips meld against your, they feel warm and perfect against yours and you can't help but smile against his lips.

 "Better?" 

 "I might need one more," you say, placing your finger against his lips.

 "Your wish is my command," he says, nudging his nose against yours and leaning in for another quick peck.

 "Now, I think I'll survive," you laugh against his lips, the reverberations of your laughter making Kyle’s chest flutter. You're too cute for Kyle to resist giving you a kiss to your eyelid. 

 "Am I forgiven?"

 "No."

 Kyle gives you those big green eyes.  You narrow your own at him.  Somehow making his eyes shinier, he wobbles his bottom lip for effect.  Your resolve crumbles. This man, the love of your life, is the actual worst.  He actually sucks.

 "Fiiiiine," you whine, shoving at him lightly, not really hard enough to move him just enough to satiate your irritation.

 Kyle croons happily, seemingly content with your answer. Rolling your eyes, you try to fight off a smile. "Now, get off of me. I need to go to the store and you," you say, poking his chest, "need to work on that piece for... what was it?" You glance at the half-finished illustration on the countertop. Kyle blocks your view. "We could just get take out and do other things," he says with a waggle of his eyebrows. You huff laughter into his shoulder.

 "Sounds lovely but I do actually need to go." You pat his cheek. He pouts, sighs then lets you through. You push your laptop into his hands. He obliges sighing.

 "Oh yeah," you say over your shoulder, "please don't leave your stuff laying around."

 Kyle rolls around in the tub, the water splishing in the tiled floor as his round body moves. He flattens his head on the edge of the tub and closes his eyes. He tries to on the way the water skates over his sleek fur, but his thoughts are buzzing. 

   Maybe he was doing this all wrong. 

 He rolls again then boops his snoot against the edge of the tub contemplatively. How should he do this.

 Aaaaaah, why is this so hard? 

 He submerged himself underwater, blowing bubbles through his snout in hopes of an idea surfacing. How should he make it more obvious? He can't exactly just ask you to hand him his pelt. Would it count if he did that? Damn it. He should ask John later. He sighs. 

 As Kyle continues to mull over his dilemma, you enter the bathroom, skin sticky from the summer heat. It was sundown but somehow it was still so humid and gross outside. You have no clue how Kyle can wear hoodies these days. Now that you think about it. You've never actually seen him wear the damn thing. You can ask him about that later. All you want to do is soak. 

 You pull back the shower curtain and when you open your eyes, a pair of liquid eyes stare at you. You stare back. Your head is still on the subject of bath bombs, so it has to strain to accommodate the aquatic mammal residing in your bathtub. 

 You reach out, poking it with your finger then recoil when your finger causes the seal's head to smoosh into its body. Its nose feels wet like a dogs, and it only takes you about three seconds to calmly walk away, grumbling about animal control.

 This is somehow Guy's fault. You just know it. 

 Kyle makes frantic plopping noises as he trails after you. You look over your shoulder, brows bunching up as the seal plodding behind you. You watch as its body ripples as it bounces towards you with urgency. The little guy croons pleadingly to get your attention as if anything else could catch your attention right now. 

 What's the protocol for this? Should you be scared? Should you get to a higher ground? You've read somewhere or maybe you watched a documentary with Kyle about seals being friendly to humans. Maybe that applies to this little guy. You really shouldn't be testing your luck but there you are standing still to face the seal. You do remember this is a predator, right? Don't let the cute smooshed face distract you.

 The seal stops in front of you, shifting its weight on its front flippers nervously. Your thoughts stammer. "I can't-- You--" You felt ridiculous talking to a seal at full height. You try crouching down, better but your knees started to ache, so you let yourself sit cross-legged. "How did you even get in here?" you ask, rubbing his face. 

 Kyle chirps happily and slaps his tail against the floor. When you try to pull your hand away, he stretches his neck to chase the touch then trills when you place your hands back on his face.

 You bite back a squeal. You can see why Kyle is obsessed with drawing seals. They're so cute. "You’re so lovely," you say, booping his nose. Kyle slaps his tail faster and spills half of his blubbery body onto your lap.

 Kyle smooshes his face against your thigh, wiggling his tail, satisfied that he'd successfully distracted you from calling animal control. You hum as Kyle flattens under your touch, muscles keeping his body from liquifying coming loose and turning him into a happy puddle in your lap. 

 He looks up at you with big eyes one of your hands pulls away from him. There's this wrankled look on your face that tells him you're sending Guy a strongly worded text with a very thin attempt at diplomacy. He nudges you with his snout and the sour look in your face immediately melts into adoration as you pull his little face up to yours to boop his nose.

 You look into those big eyes, familiarity itching in the back of your mind.  "You remind me of someone I like," you say, nuzzling the seal.

 Kyle perks up.

 You pull away from the seal.  "He’s a total dork," you say and the seal snuffs in reply, spraying you with a little bit of bathwater.  "But he’s pretty ok really." The seal seems to accept this, laying its head back down on your lap. He seems to still be a little huffy about the dork comment though. It's cute how the little guy is offended on behalf of your very dorky boyfriend. 

 You stroke its back. "He's really sweet too."

 Kyle perks up again.

 The seal is looking at you with wide eyes, urging you to keep talking. You laugh a little amused by his investment in your boyfriend. "There was one time I told him I really like ducks, I think, and the dork spent all night doodling ducks just to leave one of them on my side table so I can wake up to it." Warmth flutters around in your chest as you recount the events. You were tired from work that day and over take-out, you noticed Kyle was scribbling down designs for an ad that somehow involved ducks. You mentioned about how you used to like feeding ducks when you were a kid. You recalled it fondly along with the one time you'd had a row of baby ducklings pester you for food. It was all honestly a haze but that morning you woke up to a doodle of baby ducks asking for food and Kyle with eye bags the length of Route 66. He's such a dork.

 Speaking of which, where was your dork?

 You crane your neck to look for him. He didn't have anything to do today, aside from his illustration.

 You ring Kyle only to hear his Crazy Frog ringtone blaring from the kitchen. Frowning, you look at the seal. "Do you know where my Kyle is?"

 The seal looks up at you and thumps his chest. Kyle's not sure whether his ribs are rattling because of the motion or because you'd called him 'your Kyle.' Ugh, you're too adorable. He can't stand it.

 You tilt your head. "You ate him?"

 Kyle shakes his head. He thumps his fin harder against his chest. 

 Your brows scrunch up. "What are you trying to tell me— oh." It hits you at that exact moment that the seal seemed to comprehend your words. Some cosmic things start to float around in your brain as your uptake starts to speed up. Kyle always told you that you were like a computer with too many files. You're pretty smart but incredibly slow on the uptake. "Oh my god," you gasp, putting your hand over your mouth, "Kyle?"

 Kyle claps excitedly. 

 "What—" you wave your hand"— What did Guy do?" Kyle snorts. "What is it Wally? Connor? Hal?"

 The fact that you had several suspects in mind is mildly concerning. 

 Kyle motions with his flipper to give him a second. You agree quietly and watch as he plods away from you then turns back to you. 

 One moment Kyle was a seal the next he was a man, your mind skipping a few frames due to incomprehension. The human mind is great at that, glossing over the impossible to keep the possible intact. You stare at Kyle's toned body. Blinking, you try to wrap your mind around it. Here Kyle is in all his naked glory instead of the squishy little seal. You feel a headache coming along.

 "Kyle, I... I don't even know where to start."

 Kyle grins down at you, "my eyes are up here for starters."

 "So are your tits, what's your point?"

 Kyle chuckles, "yeah, well, I’d like you to look at my eyes."

 With effort, you drag your eyes up to meet his. "So... were all your seal illustrations self-portraits?"

 Kyle shakes his head. "I have some of Hal, Guy, John..." you stop paying attention after the tenth name. Your brain is starting to glaze over. 

 After Kyle lists the fiftieth name, you pipe up again,  "how do you-- When were you going to tell me you could do that?! I could have been cuddling a seal this whole time?!"

 Kyle sits cross-legged in front of you. "You’d want to cuddle me as a seal?"

 "You're so squishy and cute," you say, staring at him like he's the dumbest bastard in existence. 

 Kyle narrows his eyes and crosses his arms. "I'm squishy and cute as a human too," he huffs, some of the lingering seal behavior showing on his features. 

 "Less huggable," you say, poking the solid wall of muscle on his chest. 

 "I thought you liked my body," he says with a wiggle of his eyebrows. 

 "Are you gonna tell me how you do that or am I gonna have to conduct some tests?"

 "Babe, I'm not software," he says with a wink. 

 You slap his shoulder. "What are you then?"

 "I'm a selkie."

 You stare at him, not a thousand-yard stare of incomprehension. It was the kind of stare you give him when you were sorting through your catalog of usual responses and don't find anything appropriate, so you're stuck generating a new one. Kyle has induced this reaction enough to know that look. 

 Kyle shifts his weight anxiously waiting for your reaction. 

 You run your hand over your face. "I thought you were an alien. Damn it."

 "Huh?"

 "I'm going to kill Hal. Excuse me," you say standing up and heading for the door. 

 Kyle follows you confused. "(Y/n), what's going on?"

 "Hal and I made a bet on whether you were an alien. I... lost," you explain, fishing the keys out of your key bowl. 

 Kyle stops then shakes his head, staring at you in disbelief. "You thought I was an alien?!"he asks, hand on his hip. 

 "Kind of... maybe... a little... Look, I love you but I find you asleep at the rooftop pool sometimes," you say, rubbing the back of your neck. You tilt your head the other way and say: "well the selkie thing kind of explains that, huh?"

 You turn to look at Kyle whose brain cells have completely fizzled out. 

 "You love me?" he asks, tone too fond to be teasing. It's not often you say 'I love you' verbally. It was just something you left hanging in the air like the sweet smell of rose water.

 You stare at Kyle.  "No, Kyle, I just buy random people expensive art supplies when it's not even their birthday just for fun." You know it looks cheap to other people to put your love into gifts but Kyle understood it and was content with letting you express your love the way you want. He was still extremely happy when you expressed your love explicitly, the sucker for grand romantic gestures that he was. 

 "Yes, you dork, I love you." You bristle under the intensity of his stare, so you quickly pivot to another topic. You glance towards the green hoodie heaped on the floor where the seal was. "So... what's with the jacket?"

 Kyle glances towards it.  "It's my pelt... I was kind of hoping—" realization hits him like a fastball. In hindsight, Hal's suggestion may have been a bad idea. What if you didn't want to be his mate after finding out what he was? He would have trapped you and you would have hated him. You said you would want to cuddle his seal form but being mates is an entirely different story. His stomach hurtles to the ground. "Nevermind."

 "Kyle."

 "It's nothing."

 You take a step towards him.

 "It's nothing I promise."

 You take another step.

 Kyle rocks back, deciding whether to let you reach him. 

 Before Kyle can really decide, you close the gap, wrapping your arms around him and softly pressing him into a wall. 

 "Don't worry about it, baby. It's just stupid. Promise."

 "You're stupid--"

 "Hey!"

 You huff, "and I still love you. Now, please tell me why you've been so mopey."

 "It's--"

 "Please," you murmur into his chest. You press your lips over his heart and Kyle is such a sucker for the move. He sighs and fesses up, burying the words in your hair. "Was trying to get you to pick up my pelt so you could be my mate."

 He patiently waits for the words to sink in. His arms hover around you, scared to put them around you.

 Your forehead crunches up. "So I'm not technically your mate yet?"

 Fighting through his own confusion, Kyle nods his head. 

 "And the pelt makes it official?"

 "It binds us."

 You sigh, "you also see the problem with your plan?"

 He nods looking like a kicked puppy.

 "You're so so dumb. You're so lucky that I think your stupidity is endearing."

 "I'm not that dumb," he scowls. 

 "I know," you huff, " and I’m sorry, but seriously, being a magical seal person sounds like a date 3 kind of thing." You press your cheek into his chest, listening to his heartbeat. 

 "Date 3? " 

 "Date 3," you confirm, pushing off of him, slipping past his arms. You pivot towards your bedroom. You pause by your little living room and Kyle watches in slow motion as you bend down to pick his pelt up. The reaction is instantaneous, a match on gasoline. Power thrums beneath your fingers as you stroke the silky, fur-like cloth. The vibrations travel up hand, wrist, then arm spreading over your body. An overwhelming feeling of being lit up surges through your veins but you don't falter, bunching the hoodie up in your hands. The sensation settles down into a feeling of connection and one-ness with Kyle. You pull the cloth to your chest and look at his shocked expression and for the first time, you're uncertain of whether you did the right thing but that quickly disappears when his face breaks into a smile. 

 You throw the hoodie in his face but this doesn't deter the ten thousand-watt smile taking over his face.

"Get dressed, you're helping me murder Hal."

 Kyle follows you to the bedroom.  "Happily."

 You grin. "Thought you of all people would vouch for him."

 "Let’s just say he put a very dumb idea in my head," Kyle says, pulling you into a side hug. 

 "Yeah, that sounds like Hal."

#kyle rayner x reader #kyle rayner imagines #Kyle Rayner #selkie x reader #selkie AU #green lantern x reader

[covertblizzard]

jaykyle au where they're theatre kids in the same school but they're not the actors jason's the scriptwriter/director and kyle is the prop manager (i don't know the official terms sorry) and they'd probably do an amazing job on the backstage setting if they could stop arguing for 5 whole seconds about their artistic visions and ideas and how "this would obviously work better this way"

#jason todd #kyle rayner #jaykyle #mypost #dc thoughts #vp of the club: maybe we should find some other people to do the job if they can't get along? #pres of the club: no they're both talented af and i want this to be raving success just knock their heads tgt and tell them to play nice or #i'll make them wear the get along shirt again #WAIT ONE SEC DONNA'S THE PRES and overseer she's pissed bcos kyle played the same role last year and he was chill then #wally's vp no 1 and backstage manager and he's thinking of kicking kyle out #dick's vp no 2 and main lead and he's thinking of kicking jason out bcos it's embarrassing and annoying to work with your younger siblings #kon helps kyle with props and bart is one of the actors and kon is jealous af about it he grumbles a little #roy is the fight scene choreographer #i'm trying to think of something for garth but the only thing that comes to mind i'm not sure are fitting enough #actor manager? weapon manager? oooh maybe pet manager if they have animals... human and pet manager???? hr department but including animals #ooooh maybe pet manager if they have animals #raven can play bart's love interest (in play) maybe (wally doesn't like it and neither does gar for very different reasons) #eddie deals with the contraptions they build for this bubble machines smoke machines lowering and raising anything mechanical #rose and cass helps with the weapons stuff they keep fighting too and roy is TIRED #connor plays the villain he didn't mean to or want to but he got dragged into it and he's really hot and gunned in for next years main lead #he doesnt want this #steph and mia are hair makeup costume department but bart and kon love to hangout and help too #jennie-lynn and bart are in-charge of socials #tim pops up a lot because so many of his friends (and brothers) are here and when he does he helps steph and mia #damian too pops up to help with pet management and sometimes prop art #this is much to dicks annoyance jason is already here can his little brothers LEAVE HIM ALONE SOMETIMES UGH #damian (taking cues from talia and bruce loverenemies dynamic and wanting an artist in-law): we should set jason and kyle up #dick: no / tim: hmm / dick: NO #i want to add the yj girls (cassie cissie greta anita) but i know too little about them right now but imagine they're there and the roles #are to be determined

[jasonstodger]

masterlist.

Jason Todd

Imagines/drabbles

Hard to crack

Shy! Jason

Oneshots

"Exes Eat Out" [smut]

"Uncorrupt me" [non-graphic smut]

"Old Friends" [smut]

Dick Grayson

Imagines/drabbles

Exhibitionist! Dick

Love of the Hunt

Oneshots

"Coffee's Good" [smut]

Kyle Rayner

Imagines/drabbles

Kyle is a tease

#jason todd imagine #jason todd smut #jason todd x reader smut #jason todd x reader #red hood imagine #red hood x reader #red hood x you #red hood x reader smut #dick grayson x female!reader #dick grayson x you #dick grayson smut #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson #nightwing smut #nightwing x y/n #nightwing x reader #nightwing x you #kyle rayner imagine #kyle rayner x reader #kyle rayner #green lantern imagine #green lantern x reader #green lantern

[gatorbites-imagines]

 DC characters and what kind of yandere I think they would be

Let me know what other characters you want me to add.

Some of my headcanons probably wont fit other well-known ones in the dc fandom, but it is what it is.

Ill be basing the different kinds of yanderes off this post.

Bruce Wayne: Overprotective, manipulative. delusional, depending on the situation.

Dick Grayson: Obsessive and possessive.

Jason Todd: Clingy and obsessive.

Tim Drake: Delusional and obsessive.

Damian Wayne: Possessive and clingy.

 Clark Kent: Overprotective and clingy.

Conner Kent/Kon-El: Impulsive and obsessive.

Jonathan “Jon” Kent: Clingy and impulsive.

 Hal Jordan: Delusional and obsessive.

Kyle Rayner: Obsessive and clingy.

Guy Gardner: Impulsive and possessive.

 Barry Allen: Delusional and overprotective.

Wally West: Obsessive and possessive.

Bart Allen: Impulsive and delusional.

 Oliver Queen: Overprotective and manipulative.

Roy Harper: Possessive and overprotective.

 Michael Jon Carter: Delusional and obsessive.

Ted Kord: Overprotective and clingy.

 Slade Wilson: Impulsive and sadistic.

Eobard Thawne: Sadistic and self-indulgent.

Harvey Dent: Obsessive and overprotective.

Killer Croc/Waylon Jones: Possessive and impulsive.

#yandere #yandere dc #yandere batfam #yandere justice league #yandere young justice #bruce wayne imagine #dick grayson imagine #jason todd imagine #tim drake imagine #damian wayne imagine #clark kent imagine #kon el imagine #jon kent imagine #hal jordan imagine #kyle rayner imagine #guy gardner imagine #barry allen imagine #wally west imagine #bart allen imagine #oliver queen imagine #roy harper imagine #michael jon carter imagine #ted kord imagine #slade wilson imagine #eobard thawne imagine #harvey dent imagine #waylon jones imagine #yandere x reader #yandere dc x reader #yandere superfam

[jasontoddsgaythoughts]

Jason Todd and Cassandra Cain in a no capes au where they’re dating Kyle and Rose. Instead of Bruce being protective of Gotham, he’s protective of his kids. Jason pretends to date Rose while Cass pretends to date Kyle, so when they sleep over they can deceive Bruce into letting Kyle sleep in Jason’s room and Rose in Cass’, but they lacked the brain cells to remember they live in a giant manor and there are guest rooms available. This is part one of a batfamily sit-com. *cue commercial break*

part two now found here

#listen I know we have WFA but imagine this #jason todd #red hood #cassandra cain #black bat #orphan #batgirl #bruce wayne #batman #kyle rayner #green lantern #rose wilson #ravager #dc #batfam #bat family #jaykyle #cassrose #to be honest this is more a season 2 episode 5 plot

[torchbearing]

i sometimes think about the context of white lantern kyle and how it's sort of canon the white lantern is seen as a benevolent figure that heals and protects the disadvantaged, a saint of sorts if there is any analogy in alien cultures to that (and boy, do they lay it heavy in imagery), a beacon of life and such, and then on earth he's just Some Guy.

it's uncertain how often exactly he returned to earth during his white lantern stint, but it's incredibly funny to imagine that since as far as i recall he's one of the few lanterns who kept a secret id he remains being Some Guy.

#someone hiring him as a cartoonist and something about him seems off and unsettling. #but he's good at he does and has a strange way of being soothing so most ppl let it slide #like......... the endless supply of uncanny valley the demigod-like status of some lanterns give is just delightful #white lantern #kyle rayner #green lantern #imagine bumping with a fragment of god in the new york subway and you swear you can see him glow and starlight shine in his hair. #(it's canon he kind of ends up w the starlit theme even without the suit too!)

[kiseiakhun]

Not gonna lie I’m still thinking about jaykyle construct tentacles. Jason who’s about to have the most intense orgasm of his life: “I can’t believe I’m letting you do this weirdo pervert shit to me”

Kyle: I can't believe I'm wasting the potential of my limitless imagination on such a stodgy killjoy

#I'm always thinking about construct tentacles anon #imagine having to listen to kyle monologue at you while you're getting tentacle railed. horrible. #would you take listening to kyle ramble in return for getting tentacle railed? #i mean i would #😔 #jaykyle #Jason Todd #Kyle Rayner #the minute Jason tries to talk back suddenly bam. tentacles in his mouth. Jason would be SO cheesed #finally Kyle can force Jason to listen to him talk about his waifus

[dollwritesarchive]

Imagine Kyle rayner with a air headed s/o

(There isn't much fics of him on this app.)

𝓉𝑜𝓃𝑔𝓊𝑒 𝓉𝒾𝑒𝒹 ⎹ 𝓚.𝓡.

fandom dc comics / lanterns masterlist / @dollsdc-library

featuring kyle rayner x gl in training!reader ( f! )

rating none of my work is 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. all characters featured are 18+

content warning all smut, dumbification, use of the word bimbo ( affectionate ), subspace kinda, ahegao

summary Kyle spoils his little airhead

word count 1.6k / mini musing

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

Kyle loved visiting his silly girl on Oa.

he would sneak into your training sessions, just to see your eyes sparkle with excitement when you caught sight of him. how you would stop whatever you were doing, mid-construct or not, and give him an excited wave, chewing on your lower lip. then, without fail, your shoulders would bunch up when your training officer barked at you for losing concentration.

Kyle, trying to stifle his fond chuckling, would simply tap his temple with his forefinger, twice, and mouth the word: “Focus.” he didn’t revel in pissing off your superiors, but he couldn’t help himself.

you were just so damn cute.

but what he really loved about visiting you, was moments like this.

it was much too late, and while Kyle knew he shouldn’t keep you up, it was hard to say no to you when you straddled his lap. your svelte fingers interlaced with his, palms pressing against his much stronger ones, you give all your trust to him— keep you upright while you ride him.

once you found your slow and steady rhythm, taking him deep so you could grind against the his pelvis, you were consumed almost entirely by lust, and Kyle liked to watch you go completely dumb on his cock. if a sight more adorable than your dick-drunk smile, glazed over eyes, and whiny babbling ever existed, than the Honor Guard had never seen it. “Look at you,” he purrs, giving both of your hands a squeeze in hopes to get your attention, but you’re so far gone, it doesn’t matter either way. “Is my silly girl just so happy to ride? Does it feel too good?” your head lolls, which could’ve been interpreted as a nod, and Kyle chortles. “Mm, I know, baby, I can tell.” he shifts underneath you, letting go of your hands to push himself to sit up, and your fingers clamp on to each shoulder, nails biting at the skin as you’re boosted up and down, before he’s face to face with you. whimpering, feeling the swollen tip of his cock prodding at your belly button, your back arches, bringing him closer, deeper still, and both of his palms envelop your warm cheeks. “Your pretty, little head is completely empty, isn’t it?” he croons, allowing his couplet to crest over the bridge of your nose, his panting drowned out by your string of sultry moans. “You don’t even care what I’m saying to you right now, just as long as I don’t pull out of your warm, soft pussy—“ he smiles, dragging his lips down to meet yours. your jaw is already slack, allowing for your babbling to drip from your swollen lips like honey, but they at least make an attempt to kiss him back. you nod, hands careening under his arms and around to grip his shoulder blades, pull him closer. you would never be satisfied with how deep he was— you always needed more when it came to Kyle. “Just my sweet bimbo, aren’t you, cutie?”

another nod, but this time you purred out, “I’m your sweet bimbo!” as you take him hilt deep, clenching around the base of him until he’s smiling with grit teeth. “And I— I—love it!”

“Such a good baby for me,” he mutters, voice husky, eyes heavily lidded, but he keeps his gaze on your countenance. your eyes couldn’t lock on to his, for you were much too spaced out, “even fucking yourself full of dick and completely braindead, you still try to answer me?” his lips are moving against yours, but you’re trying to capture them in a kiss, and he wasn’t having it.

he’d started to guide your movements, rocking his hips to meet your grinding. your walls spasm around his thickness grateful and fervent, as the protruding veins massage the tightening canal “Kyle— baby—“ you mewl, eyes rolling back. “Please…”

you were so close already, too tender to wait on him— that’s what you get for dating an Honor Guard that you rarely see— it becomes exponentially more difficult to keep yourself from falling apart the very second he was inside you.

“What do you want, silly girl? Use your words for me.”

but he was making it so damn difficult; with each firm bucking of his hips, you’re fucked deeper into stupidity— every thought that tried to surface that was irrelevant to the fact that he was buried balls deep in your belly was immediately drowned in the depths of pure euphoria flooding your mind.

“G— gonna cum…” you whine, dragging your nails over the hard pads of muscle against his shoulder blade, “gonna… o—oh, cumming!”

Kyle rained affectionate, open mouthed pecks over your cheeks, edging closer to your lips each time, and he groans, “Go ahead, baby. Cum for me.” he didn’t have to give you permission, but the neediness in his husky voice sends you over the edge— it was as if he couldn’t wait to see you fall apart, like he was just hardly holding on to a thread of self control. he must be just as close as you were, and you hadn’t even realized it. “Let me… let me feel you shake on my cock…” now, you could hear it. the hiss as he clamps his teeth together. his restraint is failing— he couldn’t wait to cum, either.

and that just made your orgasm hit you that much harder.

you come undone with a squeak of air escaping your lips when the tip of your tongue slips out, dangling over the curve of your lower tier. usually, Kyle would’ve smothered your mouth against his own, but he wanted to hear each and every lusty, broken sound that escaped tonight. huffing, your body arches again, twisted into an S as you whimpered, eyes crossing until you were seeing double, then triple, of your boyfriend. “That’s it,” he murmurs, the rhythm slowing as soon as you dig your knees into his ribs. your body is completely possessed by ferocious aftershocks, from your quivering thighs to your fluttering eyelids, “so good…” you were babbling now, your typical, grateful and affection blithering in his ear. telling him how much you love his cock, and how hard you’ve just cum, and he’s twitching now. both hands fleeing to grip your hips. you slump backwards, your shoulders and the back of your head hitting the mattress, and you moan. Kyle pushes himself on to his knees, using the grip on your hips to pull you to meet a slow, deep thrust. “Look at that, silly girl, taking me so deep, fuck…”

if you could’ve, you would’ve lifted yourself into his motion, but there’s no way your muscles would work— not when they felt like jelly. so, you allow your head to roll to one side, bleating. and then, Kyle’s on you in a minute, pressing his sweat-soaked torso to yours, kissing your neck as he pushes as deep as you’ll allow him to go with a dizzy, grunted, “All mine.” all his muscles go taut, and he’s panting in your ear, your name on a loop, until you feel the tension snap and warmth seeps into your belly.

you’re beaming; a precious, drunken smile plastered on your face as you comb through his damp, raven tendrils. “Promise?” you ask, biting on your lip. “Promise I’m all yours?”

Kyle is only now starting to breathe easy now, and he buries his face in your neck, tracing his initials with the tip of his tongue over your pulse point. “I promise, baby.”

content, you twist a dark curl between your fingers, staring at it. “Do you leave in the morning?” you ask, fighting back a frown. you knew he had work to do, and it was unfair to expect the honor guard to hang around Oa when the galaxy needed saving. still, you couldn’t help but feel a twinge of disappointment when he nodded his head. you push your lower lip out in a frown and whined an irresistible, “Kyyyyyle!”

a soft chuckle slips from his reddened lips when he pulls back to look at you, tracing your pout with the pad of his finger. he was always so delicate— must be the artist’s touch. “What’s wrong, silly girl?”

“Can we do it again?” you ask, kissing his finger, eyelashes fanning against the warm apples of your cheeks. “One more time?”

exasperated, Kyle smiles, wide. “Again?” he asks, incredulous, “Isny this the third round we’ve gone?”

“Yeah.”

“And don’t you have an evaluation in the morning with your commander?” his brow quirks.

your nod, sheepish, but hold those puppy dog eyes on him. you can all but see him cracking. he’s never been able to resist that look.

finally, he groans with a fond smile, and reaches down to gather both of your legs, bracing his palms at your knees and bringing them together, upwards, he pins them to your chest. you coo, victoriously, and hook both arms around the back of your knees, watching him get into the perfect position, on his knees. you can feel his cum leaking out of you already, while he pumps himself hard again, and you giggle when he looks you over, muttering, “You’re spoiled rotten, baby.”

#kyle rayner #Kyle rayner x reader #kyle rayner x you #kyle rayner smut #kyle rayner imagine #green lantern smut #green lantern x reader #green lantern x you #green lantern imagine #dc comics #dc imagine #dc x you #dc x reader

[introspectivememories]

when your card declines at therapy so they pull up the panel of kyle rayner opening his fridge

#i think about that page everyday #cultural reset honestly #imagine writing and drawing smth and it coins a new literary trope #alex dewitt you deserved so much better i'm so sorry #kyle rayner #alex dewitt #green lantern corps #dc

[cainware]

I offer a prompt to the jaykyle fans:

Jason contacting Kyle out of the blue one evening, and he sounds stressed. Kyle eventually pries the reasoning out of him after about twenty minutes of trying to get Jason comfortable enough to talk slower. There's a deep breath, and then a pause. Kyle knows Jason's come across something, but he couldn't make out what he said before in the rush of word vomit.

"Kyle. Dude. I think I just became a Lantern. What the fuck do I do?"

#jaykyle #im personally a fan of star sapphire jason but tbh whatever lantern you guys can see jay as works #imagine the panic because oh dear GOD he what??? #jason todd #kyle rayner #lantern jason holds a special place in my heart and him learning from kyle? absolutely bangin

[ragingbookdragon]

50 with Kyle Rayner?

shortcake, shortstack, mini me

50. Putting a hand over the other's mouth to shut them up

***

“Are you still mad at me?” he asked, looking up at the man above him strapped in his seat, whose brows were drawn together in anger, lips pulled in the darkest frown he’d ever seen.

He scowled down at him. “Mad, is the smallest word for what I am, Kyle Rayner.”

“Babe, I didn’t know the trajectory was going to send us here.”

“You literally jetted us out of the spaceship onto a planet MADE OF FUCKING VOLCANOES! IN THE MOST LOVING WAY I CAN SAY THIS, YOU ARE A GODDAMN MORON!”

Kyle’s lips pulled downwards, so pitiful as he whined, “It was an accident, babe! I said I was sorry!”

He glared at Kyle and unlatched the seat-belt across his waist, catching himself on his hands and knees so he didn’t land on him. “You’re gonna be sorry when I plant my foot up your ass.”

Kyle waggled his brows. “Is that a prom—MMHPF!”

Slapping a hand across Kyle’s mouth, he griped, “Shut up.”

A red light pinged on the door and a voice came through rather worried. GL, BL, come in! Are you two okay?

He raised his free hand to the wall and a blue finger poked the button as he said, “We’re good, Hal.” Glaring at Kyle, he added, “We’re alive, no thanks to Kyle’s landing.”

“Mm smaimd mi mas mormy!”

Do you two need a rescue or are you able to get to the anomaly by yourselves?

“Green and Blue have it under control, Hal. Don’t get your flight suit in a twist.”

Cute, BL. Highball out.

He pulled his hand away from Kyle’s mouth and stood up, leaving the Green Lantern to scramble up behind him. “Babe, I’m sorry.”

“When we get home, you’re making me dinner and dessert for two weeks straight.”

“If that’s what it takes for you to stop being mad, I’ll do it forever.”

He took Kyle’s hand and winked at him. “Sounds like a plan…you’re still a moron though.”

#kyle rayner x reader #kyle rayner x reader imagines #kyle rayner x reader imagine #kyle rayner imagine #kyle rayner imagines #kyle rayner #green lantern x reader imagine #green lantern x reader imagines #green lantern x reader #green lantern imagine #green lantern imagines #green lantern #green lanterns #green lantern corps #hal jordan #blue lantern #blue lantern corps #dc imagines #dc imagine #dc comics #dc

[covertblizzard]

Everyone dreaming of being a hero and meanwhile Mr Weaponeer 500, Sector-Dictator for the Qwardian of the Galaxy here T.T

"Nintendo has a lot to answer for."

#bruce wayne #kyle rayner #batman #green lantern #justice league #that nintendo line is like the most parent thing bruce could possibly have said #kyle imagines being evil a lot for someone who hasn't had that many evil arcs as far as i know

[jasonstodger]

Thinking about how Kyle Rayner is this shy & nervous guy but when he gets you in the bedroom his personality switches instantly. He's a tease, he's coy, he's an unmistakable asshole. His favourite thing to do is edge you until you're crying with frustration, to tease you with his fingers and drag his nails over your skin. He gives you just enough to keep you writhing beneath him, begging for more. But he can't let you enjoy it too much. That's his game. And he's fucking good at it.

#— birdie thoughts #kyle rayner #green lantern #kyle rayner x reader #green lantern x reader #kyle rayner imagine #green lantern imagine #dc x reader #dc imagine

[dearest-dirt]

Moments Between Lovers  (Kyle Rayner x Reader)

Warning: Very Fluffy 

Gender Neutral Reader

Word Count: 507

Masterlist

Author’s Note: Hi! I want DC to know that if they ever hurt my little baby boy, I will gnaw off their heads. Anyways, I hope you enjoy it! Bestie, please reblog!

Summary: Kyle is very much in love and he has the drawings to prove it.

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You studied Kyle’s face, wondering what he was drawing. You didn’t want to disturb him; he looked too cute with his tongue slightly sticking out and his eyebrows knitted together. You just went back to laying on the couch, mindlessly watching some movie on tv.

Kyle would occasionally look up from his sketchbook. His eyes gazing intently at your body, at your face, the way you were laying on the couch. He would then go back to drawing you half from sight, half from memory. His mind occasionally lingering in memories of the feel of your skin against his, your lips against his, your hands in his.

You were starting to fill all the pages of his sketchbooks. A study of your hands, eyes, nose, smile, hair, etc. A study of you. Various mundane activities you did, were translated into art every chance he got. From cooking dinner, to folding laundry, to brushing your teeth, it was all there. He was trying to capture all the moments he wasn’t there for, all that he missed from being away so much. And he missed the mundane moments just as much as everything else.

When you looked back at him again, he looked up from his drawing to meet your loving gazing. You sat up and motioned for him to come to you. He smiled and shook his head, rejecting your offer. You thought for a moment before getting up and walking across the floor to him. He closed his sketchbook and set it aside, just as you sat down next to him.

“Whatcha drawing? Can I see?” You ask.

“It’s not done yet,” he shrugged, playfully nudging you with his shoulder. You smiled.

“Just once I wish you would draw me,” you joked. You had sat for a few sketches before but you hadn’t seen the fact that you had taken up almost every inch of the sketchbook. You didn’t pry into his sketchbooks out of respect for his privacy; plus, if he wanted you to see something, he would just show you. “I wouldn’t mind sitting for you. I could be your muse.” You striked a pose as you conclude your sentence. Kyle laughed and tackled you to the ground with affection.

He caught your lips onto a passionate kiss. His fingers interlaced with yours as you kissed him back with equal passion. Pulling away he rested his forehead against your, eyes looking deeply into yours.

“Have I told you that I love you today?”

“Yes, about every 10 minutes.” You nodded, slightly laughing.

“Hum, not enough,” he pretended to contemplate. “I’m gonna tell you every 5 minutes now. I love you,” he said, wearing a big goofy smile.

You laughed in response, “That was twice in like 30 seconds.” You lifted your head up to kiss him again. Pulling away you whispered, “I love you too.”

Your eyes gazing into his with so much love, affection, and admiration, that his breath hitches. He makes a mental note to draw the way you were looking at him.

#moments between lovers #kyle rayner #kyle rayner x reader #green lantern x reader #white lantern x reader #kyle rayner drabble #green lantern #white lantern #drabble #my writing #kyle rayner imagine #dc drabble #dc x reader #dc x you #dc #dc im #kyle rayner x you #green lantern x you #white lantern x you #green lantern drabble #kyle rayner fic #green lantern fic #green lantern imagine

[hangingoffence]

thinking about small kyle with his wild wild imagination not even needing another kid to play with him. he would come up with the most strangest of fantasy worlds that he would act in as the hero saving the day (and the damsel). he would have detailed storylines and when he told them to maura she sometimes wouldn't be able to keep up.

#pre-ring kyle thoughts #a free kid with crazy imagination #kyle rayner