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emeraldkniight · 2 months

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Can I request a hal x reader x kyle smut os? If so, I would like the plot to be about them all hating each other and having angry sex.

HATE FUCK !

hal jordan x fem!reader x kyle rayner

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀. . . porn with plot. smut. daddy kink with Hal, dirty talk, degradation. fingering, p in v, anal sex, choking, manhandling?

𝗰𝗼𝗽𝘆𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁. . . no copying of my work is allowed. Free translation is allowed as long as I am credited.

𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘂𝗮𝗴𝗲. . . as I said in my other posts, English is not my first language. I have tried to make corrections with the translator, but as you all know, it is prone to making mistakes, so I apologize in advance for any mistakes or if anything sounds weird.

𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲. . . MY MEN 😭 I could do thousands of one-shots of Hal and Kyle and never get tired of it. Hope you like it <3

One of life's misfortunes is being put in situations that can be incredibly uncomfortable, but sharing a team with two people you hate? That's definitely something you wouldn't wish on anyone.

Since you joined the Green Lanterns, there have always been two people who have tried to make your rise within the corps a little more difficult. Two people who, to your unfortunate luck, were assigned by the Guardians to be your superiors, since you were too new to take on a mission on your own.

Hal Jordan and Kyle Rayner: Annoying, cocky, and more experienced than you. Enough to make you take a back seat on every mission.

They were on an unknown planet, possibly light years away from Oa. When they were in a seedy bar, surrounded by alien life, you wondered if it was right to be a part of it. Was it even worth putting up with them?

— Is this our sector? — you asked as you followed them in flight.

You had the misfortune to be distracted by an alien with disproportionate physical qualities and advanced until you collided with Hal's back.

— Be careful. As long as you're in our custody, what happens to you and your sweet ass is up to us. So keep your mouth shut and fly carefully. — He growled at you.

— It was just a question.

— And if you can't follow a simple order, maybe you should reconsider being part of the team. — Kyle said, turning to you.

Of the two, Hal was usually the more hostile. Kyle just nodded, but sometimes he had the luxury of reprimanding you for nonsense, like now. It was strange, actually, that neither of them would be critical of another rookie, but with you, they would even criticize the way you had to fly or the structures you formed with your ring. You swore that not even Kilowog had been so strict before.

Still, it seemed that the hatred Kyle and Hal had for you also held for each other. For a moment, you thought they were great allies, but it was difficult for them to agree on anything regarding the mission. Unfortunately for you, even if they decided on an ideal plan, you couldn't and shouldn't have a say in it, so if they didn't agree, you didn't care. It seems that it's only when they're on to you that things really pay off.

Frankly, hating them and being hated by them didn't change how easy it was for you to fall into their hands. You always felt inferior to them, both in the company and in bed. Where you find yourself right now: in Kyle's apartment, soiling the sheets.

You were pressed against the mattress. At the same time you were biting the pillow while he was busy pleasuring you with his fingers. He wasn't gentle at all, not even touching you, but that didn't change the fact that it felt good.

The texture of his fingers slid contemptuously over your wet pussy. You were aware of your own pleasure as your accelerated breathing and small moans were the only things echoing in the room.

He was watching you as he always did. There was no hint of affection or love in his eyes, only carnal lust. He didn't like you at all; he just liked the idea of fucking you and leaving you, as he always did.

Hal Jordan was the same, or maybe worse.

— You should have told me that this invitation included a private show.

You quickly pulled yourself out of your state of utter pleasure as you were startled by the presence of Hal watching from the doorway.

He was wearing that aviator jacket you would never admit how much you liked. His brown hair was disheveled, and maybe the effect of lust made you think the wrong things about his choice of jeans.

What was he doing here?

— Did you miss me that much, honey? — he asked. — I had to come urgently just to show Kyle how to treat you.

In an instant, he was standing in front of you. You looked into his deep brown eyes as one of his large and masculine hands wrapped around your neck without choking you.

You always found him handsome. It never mattered to you that he was quite a bit older than you. He was possibly a decade ahead of you, unlike Kyle, who was barely a year or two. As much as it bothered you, being in bed with him made you feel like you had to nod and give in to everything he asked you to do, just because you wanted to.

With Kyle, on the other hand, you used to be a brat: a capricious brat who only wants to please herself and needs to be disciplined to make you behave.

Maybe that's why Hal's hands kept squeezing your neck and Kyle's kept rubbing your pussy.

— Look at me. Only me. Don't think about him. — He told you and began to apply a light pressure that began to suffocate you.

Immediately, Kyle abruptly pulled Hal's hands away from you, trying to get your attention back on him.

— Who is fucking your wet, messy pussy with his hand right now, need I remind you?

You paused to catch your breath, just as you used it as an excuse not to answer the man's question. Since it didn't matter how much they noted that it was only a sexual thing, they would still compete in everything that had to do with you.

Immediately you felt knuckles pressing against your clit. If Kyle had been guarding your hole before, Hal was now caressing your sensitive spot that desperately needed attention.

Your senses begin to sharpen. You begin to fall deeper into the surface of the bed. You feel your vision and thoughts blur with pleasure. The heat beats hard against you, sucking the oxygen out of you.

— Eyes on Daddy. — Hal asked. — I want you to look into my eyes when you cum on my fingers.

— If she cums on your fingers, it's thanks to me. — growled the other.

— We'll see. — He smirked at you without stopping his movements.

You were still. You only moaned because the sensations were so overwhelming that you couldn't even remember the names of the men who were stimulating you. You tried not to look at them and just lay there with your eyes on the ceiling. Soon you came on both fingers, leaving a complete mess on the mattress.

— Enough for you? — Kyle asked, approaching you with the intention of wiping away your tears. — I hope not, we're not done yet. Or what, you think Hal would come all this way just to touch this used pussy?

— Relax, she knows what I want, don't you? — he asked. In return, he put his knee between your legs with the intention of being able to open them again.

— Yes, Daddy.

— “Yes, Daddy?” Is it with him that you decide to be good and obedient? — the younger man asked as he reached into the drawer and pulled out lubricant and several condoms.

He positioned himself behind you, in a position from which he could perfectly observe your ass. Without consulting you, he extended a finger smeared with lubricant over your anal hole. You knew what was going to happen and you couldn't help but feel scared; you had never gone so far as to dare to do it from behind.

— I shouldn't, but I'll try to be gentle with you just this once. You're acting like a complete brat.

Then you looked for a second at Hal, who was pulling you by your hips until you were on his naked lap. You quickly felt his huge erection thrusting into your pussy, which was not yet fully penetrated.

— You know how I like it. — He told you while one of his hands slid over the skin of your breasts. — Tell me how much you love me. With sincerity.

You looked at him and responded as honestly as your conscience would allow:

— I can't stand you. I've hated you since the day I joined the Corporation. You have done everything in your power to make every day of my life more difficult. I despise both of you.

They both smiled self-sufficiently as they accomplished the task of inserting themselves into you from one side at a time.

— Good girl. — He complimented you.

— Always saying what we want to hear.

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jasonstodger · 9 months

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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

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kyleraynermybeloved · 6 months

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One Of A Kind -Chapter Two

Pairing: Kyle Rayner x Batsis!Reader

Summary: A surprise is discovered. Is it terrifying? Absolutely!

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, mentions of morning sickness, pregnancy, canon-level violence, my bad writing

Word Count: 2.9k

A/N: I'm very late but HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!! Its FINALLY here, and guess who has covid! Sorry it took ages to arrive. If the pacing feels a bit off it's bc I wrote this a little drunk a while ago. (I did end up misplacing it and i finally found it so no proof read, we die like heroes) I hope yall enjoy this, if not then I'm sorry :/ ALSO, this is going to be the last short chapter of the series so expect the others to be a little longer from now on!

OOAK Masterlist

The overwhelming nausea woke you up, and you barely made it to the toilet before the contents of your stomach emptied out. You heaved some more, your body shaking from the force after each one. The bile in your mouth was enough to make you wince and spit into the toilet hoping to get rid of the taste.

Groaning, you set your head against the cold seat as the dizziness subsided a little. It was just the wake up call you needed before heading back to work. It seems the few days you had off were too short of time to readjust to your normal routine. You might as well get ready now that you’re up.

You were too busy leaving in a hurry to say bye to Billy once you checked the time, effectively running late. Hopefully you'd have time to check in with him later to see if he was faring the same. You had felt sick the entire time getting ready upon arriving on base, your stomach churning uncomfortably with unease. It might have been the food and drinks from last night or the winter air doing a number on you. For now, you shrugged it off to the best of your abilities.

There were plenty of other agents walking around when you arrived at the tarmac. A few faces you haven’t seen before looked towards you as you made your way to the chopper Sormael had instructed you to from this morning's message. They might’ve been the new hires you heard about coming in the other day. Deciding to put on a friendly face, you smiled and waved towards them as you continued walking.

“Thrasher! About time you made it, what happened to always being on time?” Sormael engulfed you in a hug, giving a firm little shake before breaking away.

“Sorry, sir. I wasn’t feeling all too well this morning and that seemed to cut into my arrival time. Won’t happen again, unless the husband has a say in it.”

“They do love to make things a little more interesting don’t you think? Are you feeling better, or do I need you to sit this one out? I have Zeru on standby seven klicks out from the target site.”

“Negative, sir. I’m much better now, only needed some fresh air and to see your wonderful face,” You bumped his shoulder against yours, sending him a lopsided grin. A gesture you’ve done countless times to let him know you were fine.

There was no chance in hell you would let Zeru, a colleague you’ve been competing against, take this job just because you felt a little sick. The two of you had an ongoing bet to see who could get more jobs done in the span of eight months, the loser had to buy the winner dinner for three weeks. And the eighth month was now coming to a close, you had one job on him but it was only a matter of time before he caught up.

“Alright, well, here’s everything you need to know,” Sormael handed you a folder that was banded shut. “It’s a covert mission, a simple extraction job. Retrieve the data and get to the rendezvous point for further instructions. Like usual, you’ll have a ride there but you’ll need to find a way back to ensure no one can link you back here. Stay safe, the roads are freezing over. Do whatever you need to get back to us.”

“Always am.” Nodding your head in affirmation you turn to the awaiting helicopter. The snowfall began to pick up causing you to pull your coat closer to fight against the bitter cold. Harsh snowflakes pelted against your face once you got to the aircraft door. The aircraft shielded you from the oncoming storm once you got inside, sliding the door shut and getting situated in your seat.

“Morning, Agent Thrasher. Our eta is four hours, I would catch more sleep if I were you.” The pilot you recognized from previous assignments spoke through the headset. Giving him a half-assed response you went to look at the contents of the folder.

It was a fairly light folder, flipping through the papers and memorizing everything given. Information on the building’s layout and number of personale working. Only select people had access to the server room which was located on the fifth floor, third room on the right. Attached to the last page was a small flash drive still wrapped in the package.

The nausea had finally settled down, giving you a break for the time being. But you had a sneaking suspicion that it would come back. If that was the case you'd have to make this quick.

You sent Kyle a brief text, letting him know of your whereabouts for the next few hours and decided against telling him of your sickness from the morning.

The sun had peaked through the clouds once you were high enough in airspace, warming you up from the chilly temperature. It was odd that you were cold for this long, your body had gotten used to adapting to the different temperatures over the years of constant traveling in different climates. Pulling your thick coat impossibly closer you thought it best to reserve your energy and get some sleep while you still had time.

*****

You had everything under control, the mission was going smoothly. Entering the building and getting into the server room had gone seamlessly. The flash drive had all the needed information and the only thing left was your escape.

The earpiece you had in your ear was patched into a secure channel only the rendezvous team had access to. It was silent for now.

Normally, you would have to reach out first once in range of any rendezvous point or an appointed team member would reach out if you’ve been dark for too long.

You had carefully tucked the flash drive into a secure pocket, adjusting to make sure it was unnoticeable. The uniform you had acquired once getting into the lobby at the beginning of the mission had been doing its job perfectly as a disguise. No one was the wiser when you had gone in and when exiting the server room, the door locked after shutting closed.

Keeping your head down you walked through the hallway successfully keeping attention off of you. Turning around the corner to the stairwell, you quickly descended down the flight of stairs only passing by two people as they left through the door you just went through.

After reaching the second level another wave of nausea washed over you making you unsteady. Not again, you could only do so much while your whole world was spinning. The stale air wasn’t helping at all either. It made everything feel more restricted and claustrophobic.

You carefully walked down the remaining steps to the floor level, supporting most of your weight on the railing and wall so as to not stumble down. The more you had turned the corners of the staircase the harder it got to keep your composure. There was only one more turn before the ground floor, deciding it would be best to take a breather once you were far enough away from the building, you pushed on. Finally leaving the stairwell and taking the closest exit towards you welcomed the fresh winter air, inhaling deep breaths as it helped ease the bile that was threatening to come up long enough to make it past the parking lot to a lone car where you had stashed your things.

You shed the uniform changing into the spare outfit you had packed in the warmth of the car. Digging through your bag you found something to ease the nausea for the time being until you could take something once you got home. For now, you just hoped it would work.

Little flecks of snow slowly drifted down, dark clouds were filling up the bright sky. You drove until you were three miles out from the rendezvous point, hidden well enough to not stick out to oncomers, after concealing the car and wiping it down of any prints left you grabbed your bag and walked the remaining way there.

As soon as you made it inside the hidden cabin and debriefed with the team after handing over the flash drive, you threw a few more logs into the dwindling flames of the fireplace to heat the small cabin up.

Your hands felt like icicles and your legs had gone numb a mile into the journey. The layers you’d put on did very little to help maintain heat.

The team informed you before they departed that the cabin was yours for the time being, well at least until after you leave before the cleaning crew arrives.

Knowing you had enough time to shower and change into more comfortable clothing made you physically relax, letting out a content sigh.

Thinking now was a good enough time to check your phone, possibly give Billy a call. If he was fairing as badly as you were then you definitely needed to apologize for possibly getting him sick.

“Billy speaking, what’s up?” He answered on the second ring, judging from the noise in the background he must’ve been home.

“Hey kid, glad I managed to reach you. Sounds like you’re home, did you make it back safely and in one piece?” Shifting the phone to hold it with your shoulder, you were able to take out an outfit and some essentials into the bathroom.

“Oh, yeah I made it back just a little after you left. I was gonna say something but you left in a hurry and I didn’t want to keep you back any later than you had to.” That seemed about right. Both you and Kyle had told him on many occasions that he didn’t need to keep things to himself, whatever it was that he needed the both of you would pause what you were doing and give him your undivided attention.

“No worries, next time go ahead and ask me to stay back a little. Speaking of which, I wanted to ask how you’re feeling? I’m feeling a little under the weather, it might’ve been the food from last night.”

“You know how I get, I just didn’t want to bother you too much. And I feel fine, if you want we can head over and bring you some soup or something?” There was a muffled sound on the line before he spoke up again. “Hey, I got to go. Keep me updated though, I think we’ll head over later today, if not tomorrow. See you later.”

“Will do, see you later kid.”

Well that was interesting. What else could be making you sick if not the food? At least he wasn’t under the weather, that made you feel better knowing you didn’t get him sick as well.

A ding from your phone pulled you out from your thoughts. It was a message from Kyle saying he was back on Earth. You sent a reply of your location and asked if he could bring a thermometer and cold medicine before hopping into the shower.

The water pressure wasn’t great but it also wasn’t the worst you had. It came out in soft bursts, fortunately the shower head was large so it covered more than a small area. The water did wonders for your aching muscles, which had been unusually sore and stiff for the past few weeks. You knew it couldn’t have been from either of the previous assignments you were on. Or for this one as a matter of fact.

At some point you must’ve dozed off, still on your feet. Deciding it was better to get out and get some actual rest without any incoming injuries, you turned off the shower and wrapped yourself in a towel. Kyle would be on his way soon, in the meantime you could busy yourself getting ready and warming up on the couch in front of the fireplace.

By the time Kyle came around you were passed out.

“Hey sleepy, I wasn’t sure what to get so I bought whatever I could find. I also brought some soup from your favorite place, it should still be hot.” Kyle helped ease you up to sit on the couch, you must’ve laid d0wn while you were sleeping.

“Oh, hi,” you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes with a smile. “How long have you been here?”

He put a hand to your forehead, “Long enough to know you were tossing and turning for a while. On the bright side you don’t have a temperature but better safe than sorry, take this.” He handed you a water bottle and two tylenol from one of the two bags he had, which you gladly accepted and took.

Once you finished your water Kyle traded it for a container of soup. It was still hot enough to warm you up. He plopped down next to you with his own food, digging in once he knew you could eat fully on your own.

“Thank you, I think the soup is helping me some. How are the fellas doing? Causing more chaos for the team I assume?”

“Oh you know it, nothing but the best from Guy. I also may have enabled him… just a little bit.” his smile had a hint of mischief with the knowing look he gave you.

“Of course, babe,” you nudged him with your shoulder, “ ‘Just a little bit’ my ass. You totally orchestrated whatever it was. I feel bad for the poor soul who was on the receiving end of you two maniacs.”

He threw his head back in a laugh. “You know me so well. It wasn’t too bad this time, I swear. Oh, I forgot. Before I left you said you had something you wanted to tell me?”

Ah, you had completely forgotten about that. You tried racking your brain for the right words to explain this best. After five years together it was kind of hard to just come out and say you had been lying to him all that time about yourself. Well, in a way you weren’t lying, just always avoiding mentoning your past and family.

“Uhm,” your hands clasped together in your lap as you leaned forward, “You know how I aoid talking about my past with you or brush it off when you ask me about it?”

He put his food down to give you his full attention, motioning for you to continue once he sat back, grabbing one of your hands in reassurance.

“Gosh this is hard, uhm. I want you to know that I didnt tell you because I don’t trust you, more because I was scared to tell you. I guess the best way is to rip the bandaid off. But more or less I was… Batman’s daughter, this was years ago of course. I don’t actually know if he told anyone in the league about me since I wasn’t one of the many side-kicks.”

“I think I remember Alfred having some photos of when you were young laying around the mansion when I lived there for a bit, I asked them about it but no one really said anything. Figured it was a sore subject. Im going to be honest, I’m a little hurt that you didn’t tell me sooner but I understand having moments of the past haunting you.”

“There’s more I would like to tell you,” I pulled him towards me more, “But I’d rather tell you once we get home. How about we head over once we’re done eating?”

“No problem, eat as much as you can and we'll take the leftovers with us.” Kyle grabbed his container and gestured at you to eat with a forkful halfway to his mouth.

*****

It had been two weeks later when you decided to see your agency’s doctor to check out your recent sickness. You had been expecting a stomach bug, or the flu, the last thing you expected was finding out you were ten weeks pregnant. Ten weeks. Kyle, who went with you almost and passed out from the news, was still taking his time processing everything you told him, rightfully so. The two of you were sent home with congratulations and several pictures of your growing bean. It had felt too surreal, and overwhelming.

All that happened three days ago, now you and Kyle were just entering your apartment after buying some pregnancy essentials for you when a noise from the kitchen alerted you of an intruder. You reached for your sheathed knives, usually strapped to your thighs, out of reflex before Kyle stopped you, rushing forward with the bat you normally kept by the front door.

“Fuck man, I could killed you!” Kyle’s alarmed voice steadied your racing heart after realizing it was someone he knew. You slowly made your way to the kitchen, their muffled voices getting clear the further you walked down te hallway. One being Kyle’s and the other you now recognized to be Guy Gardner, who you haven’t actually met but have seen through videos either of your boys have shown you.

“You’re brave for knocking up Batman’s long lost daughter,” Guy pointed to the ultrasound photo pinned on the fridge. “I don’t envy you one bit man. And you must be the lovely wife. Guy Gardner, great to finally meet the mysterious lady Rayner’s been hiding from me.”

“How’d you know we’re married?” Kyle looked alarmed and confused.

“Well, you do have your wedding pictures laying ‘round the place.” He pointed out to the living room where the photos had been conveniently placed on the coffee table.

With a sigh and shake of your head, you held out your hand to Guy. “Y/N Rayner, pleased to finally meet this doofus’ best friend he speaks highly of.”

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dollwritesarchive · 2 years

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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.”

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A Shining Light (Reader x Bucky Barnes x Kyle Rayner)

Oooh. Care to describe a stay home Saturday at Bucky’s penthouse with Kyle? (Readerxbuckyxkyle)

A day with nothing to do.

Bliss.

Bucky's usually up first, and Kyle has encouraged him to exercise or something when he wakes up instead of getting into his own head. Maybe try some light exposure therapy if he feels up to it by going outside to run, when there's minimal people presence on the streets.

So usually by the time you and Kyle start waking up, Bucky's just out of the shower and probably getting together some breakfast. Either cooking or ordering it, or having brought it home from his run.

I feel like Bucky would probably have, on Kyle's encouragement (probably from what he's heard from Hal and John), gotten a service dog to help mitigate his PTSD symptoms. So he can actually fill his day taking care of the dog, exercising it, playing with it, and feeling fulfilled. But there's no problem with taking an off day to laze around once in a while.

So Bucky's making a lazy breakfast feast, and you wake up in Kyle's strong arms.

"Morning, cutie." he grins.

Kyle found it hard to consider Bucky's home his own, until Bucky basically begged him to stay long term and Kyle agreed. So now Bucky's place is home.

You two have a little cuddle before Bucky announces that breakfast is ready.

One of you usually pulls Bucky onto the couch to feed him as a reward for making breakfast, while the other cuddles the dog.

There wasn't much of a schedule, but usually Kyle will do some sketching or some painting.

Bucky tends to angle himself around what you do - he'll hang out on the couch watching documentaries or YouTube essays if you're hanging out

Or he'll do writing or reading if you're playing video games.

Usually he ends up getting sucked into whatever you do because he enjoys playing with you or hanging out.

Mostly things are pretty chill until lunch - Kyle or you will order or make lunch, and then it's usually time for a group activity.

Like a board game session or a movie. Usually something you can all do together and have physical contact during.

Bucky loves these stay at home days because after a while, it does get lonely for him in the penthouse without you all, and he loves the days without obligations or missions.

Now that he doesn't have to worry about rent or income, Kyle can actually focus on his art and his graphic design work instead of spending most of his time in a part-time job to pay the bills.

But he does like these days to take a break and decompress with you all.

Sometimes a stay-at-home day has Kyle pulling Bucky back into bed in the morning and just having a lazy, unplanned romp of affection that requires a long late brunch after.

Or Bucky pulling Kyle into a hug and playfully refusing to let him go so he has to join the morning activity.

Or you taking them both on a little excursion if Bucky feels up to it.

Though to be fair, it really doesn't matter what you do.

Because you're all together, and that's what matters.

Kyle gets to feel valued and respected by people that mean a lot to him.

Bucky gets to feel safe and loved, and given a safe space, even when he's run out of spoons and having a very rough day.

And you get to feel beloved and cared for by these two men that would do anything for you, that respect you and admire you.

It's a feeling unlike any other.

And every misstep and hardship is worth it when you wake up to see the sun filtering through the blinds, a shining light bathing your lovers in a heavenly glow, their bodies completely relaxed.

You love them and they love you.

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arkhamslvts · 5 hours

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n e ways kyle rayner is probably the most pussydrunk mf on the planet and he has 100% cum off of eating girls out and he doesn’t care like he moans and ruts into the bed every time. even after he cums he keeps going, never cared.

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Moments Between Lovers (Kyle Rayner x Reader)

Warning: Very Fluffy

Gender Neutral Reader

Word Count: 507

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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.

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restwellsoon · 2 years

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Fire & Envy

Summary: A playful suggestion turns into a heated threesome as yours and Jason's insecurities come out to play and Kyle purposefully puts himself between you.

/ Jason continued, “Think you could make a cuck outta Daddy, huh princess? Does it feel good to hold a little power over me? Does it make you feel sexy?”

Pairing: Jason Todd x F!Reader, Kyle Rayner x F!Reader, Jason Todd x Kyle Rayner

Cw: bisexual!Jason Todd, alternating power dynamics between the three, cucking, daddy kink, sissy kink, breeding, excessive use of 'princess'

A/N: This was written as a side story for AO3 series, Words with Friends. However this can be read as a stand alone. The only info that needs to be known is that Reader and Jason are FWBs.

You weren’t sure if it was the alcohol or the work of two men that turned your clothes into a pile at the foot of the bed. Rough hands caressed your body, and you couldn’t discern between them as they traded places or trailed across curves and planes.

The feel of denim against skin opened your eyes as modesty appeared. You were naked and exposed, your legs spread for them to see. Heat creeped up your neck as they crossed until you realized that they couldn’t. There was a hand on each thigh that told you that you were in no position to go against them.

That was right. You wanted this. You wanted them.

Their undressing turned into a strip tease that seemed more rehearsed than spontaneous. You supposed that years of fucking would make it so you knew the other’s body well. Their hands dragged across buttons and belt buckles until their clothes followed yours on the floor.

—-

A muffled ‘oh’ got lost between yours and Jason’s mouths, your eyes fluttering open to see a mop of dark brown waves and tan skin between your legs. Kyle lifted his head up enough to give you a wink before going back to work. There was an unspoken exchange between Jason and Kyle to take care of you first to make you more comfortable. You didn’t know how many times they had a third.

Kyle’s arms snaked beneath your thighs to stop them from shaking as Jason caught all of your moans with his tongue. Sex with Jason was great, but you sometimes wished he could touch multiple places at once. Now it might be sometimes that you might wish for more often as you came on Kyle’s tongue.

With your shoulders slumped and a light sheen of sweat on your skin, Jason met the brunette at your legs, pulling him into a kiss. It was more of a warning than a greeting as Jason pried Kyle’s mouth open with his tongue, tracing his teeth for whatever traces of you were left.

Don’t overstep was the warning.

It was a shame that Kyle could be just as bad as Jason when it came to breaking rules. There was some tension between you that he would take it upon himself to relieve whether it took all night or all week.

—

“We can,” a kiss at the head.

“Stop whenever,” they trailed down the shaft.

“You want,” and ended at his sack.

You and Jason argued over cock, the two of you splitting your attention between sucking Kyle off and arguing with the other.

It was muffled but Jason still understood you, “I don’t want to.”

He grew annoyed with your stubbornness. “Move over,” he nudged. He could have sworn it wasn’t jealousy. “This is how you suck cock.”

Watching with wonder and jealousy, Jason expertly deepthroated Kyle while fingering his ass. Those bright green eyes were as dark as emeralds with lust as he lazily carded his fingers through Jason’s curls, encouraging him to keep on going. Jason complied.

You couldn’t say which feeling was stronger: envy or arousal. Your hand answered for you as it dipped into your wetness. You couldn’t help it. They really did look good together.

It was with guilt that Jason enjoyed Kyle’s attention. He couldn’t help it. He loved sucking cock and being a hot guy’s bitch. He loved lapping at their balls. More importantly though, the more time he spent taking care of Kyle meant that there were less opportunities for you and him to touch each other.

Or so he thought.

Stifled moans broke through the sound of Jason’s sucking as your hips moved in tandem with Kyle’s movements, his fingers replacing yours in your pussy. With the way you tried to pull him closer, you were probably going to cum again. It was desperation that dragged your hands across his chest and in his hair. It was need that made you kiss him.

Kyle caught Jason’s stare, recognizing the look in his eyes. With you distracted, he chose not to out him. The bigger man already outed himself as you moaned Kyle’s name and told him that you were close. Even though Jason’s eyes looked like darkened glass, he saw a flash of green for a brief moment.

“Did I say you could stop?” Kyle asked. He figured that bossing Jason a bit would help him not dwell on his feelings.

“Didn’t think you’d look so cute with your lips wrapped around a cock,” you added, pulling Kyle’s hand away to offer his fingers to Jason. “But I think you’d look better licking my cum off Kyle’s fingers.”

Eagerly, Jason pulled away from Kyle’s lap to suck your sweetness from his fingers with greed. He wanted you for himself and left nothing for Kyle to take. He wished the other man didn’t make you cum but he can’t say that he hated having your taste in his mouth.

It was as if you knew what Jason was feeling, crawling from Kyle’s side to his. Your voice was hot against his skin and his cock twitched, reminding him that it never found relief. His balls ached as you whispered, “What you did earlier? That’s cheating, y’know.”

Guilt washed over him for enjoying Kyle’s touch, then anger moved right after. He wanted to shoot back that what you did was too. You didn’t have to say his name.

There were other ways to punish and hurt- sticks and stones, words and truth. Jason chose something far more cruel- edging.

Pushing you onto your back and using his thick thighs to slot himself between your legs, Jason made a show of his cock, rubbing up and down the length slowly as he smeared all of his pre-cum to make it glisten. Your hips quivered in anticipation. Your pussy begged to be filled. He didn’t give you that release. You didn’t deserve it.

Kyle stroked himself to Jason’s rhythm, nostalgia and desire taking over as he watched Jason’s display. He was reminded of their college days when Jason would get frustrated with his teasing, tackling him onto the bed to give him a taste of his own medicine. Kyle would beg for Jason to wrap his large hand around both of their cocks and rub them together. He remembered that wicked smile on his lips as he listened to Kyle whine. It was the same smile he had right now, but there was something different in his eyes. It wasn’t lust but a different sort of flame. He’d name the look later.

“Daddy, please,” you whined, knowing that it was hopeless. Being compliant or throwing a tantrum wouldn’t make Jason fuck you any sooner.

He paused for a moment, obnoxiously nudging his head between your folds. One thrust would give you relief. He pulled back before you could find it.

“Aw, you don’t like it when Daddy teases you, princess?”

You shook your head.

His cock slapped against your clit, sending tiny shockwaves that made your toes curl. “Well you should have thought about that before you decided to be fucking slut and cum all over another guy’s fingers.”

He didn’t mean for it to sound so harsh or to be so honest. You thought Jason was getting into the scene.

Kyle watched as you two bantered before Jason finally pushed your legs back. He could only handle the temptation of your wetness for so long.

Your satisfaction was loud and unabashed as you tried to wrap your legs around Jason’s waist to pull him closer. He pushed them back before allowing them to settle on his shoulders.

There was something incredibly intimate and amateur about the way you and Jason fucked that almost made Kyle blow his load. It was the way you sounded desperate. It was the way Jason took control. It was the way you two looked at each other when you told him you were close. His ears strained to hear your dirty talk until he realized that it wasn’t something meant for him.

“You’re lucky that Daddy’s so nice, princess. I’m gonna let you cum all over my big fat cock even though you don’t deserve it.”

“Yes I do, Daddy,” you pouted. “I’m a good girl.”

Jason laughed into your neck at your rebuttal, his mouth trailing kisses up the column before he nibbled on your lobe.

“I don’t give a damn if you’re a girl good or a fucking brat. All Daddy wants right now is for you to remember that you’re mine.”

His thrusts were shallow, trying to nudge at that spot that nearly made you cry from pure pleasure.

Jason continued, “Think you could make a cuck outta Daddy, huh princess? Does it feel good to hold a little power over me? Does it make you feel sexy?”

His fingers grabbed at your chin to turn it towards Kyle, now lazily stroking his length, before pulling it back to him. “Yeah, you are sexy, alright. That’s why he wants to fuck you so bad. He wants to bury his cock in your pretty pussy and pump you full of cum. Now doesn’t that sound nice?”

With his thumb and index finger still on your chin, you nodded.

“Too bad I’m not going to let him. Who does this pussy belong to? Say it for me, princess. Use your words. That’s right, baby. That’s right. This is Daddy’s pussy and the only one who gets to fill you up with cum is me.”

Kyle couldn’t take it anymore. His hand was no replacement for something tight and warm. He doubted that Jason would let him anywhere near you with the way he hid your body from his view. That didn’t mean that Jason wasn’t available though.

“Mind if I slip in?”

If he was annoyed, Jason didn’t show it. If anything, he was probably thinking of how to use Kyle’s interruption to his advantage. Meanwhile you made your frustration known. You were fine with whatever Jason chose as long as you came.

“Watch,” Jason ordered.

Doing as you were told, you tried to take in every moment as Kyle’s hands wandered up and down Jason’s muscles. You tried to remember the sound of Jason’s sighs to the way his lashes fluttered when Kyle played with his hole. Kyle’s cock bounced against his stomach with the movement before he squared his stance, lunging one lean muscled leg forward and letting his cock smack against Jason’s ass with a meaty pap. His fingers pulled at the sheets while the pillow welcomed his moans as Kyle entered.

“Yeah, you like that, don’t you, pretty boy? Must be tiring trying to wear Daddy’s pants when everyone knows that you’re just a sissy bitch, aren’t you?”

A dark mess of curls gently bounced in agreement with Kyle’s taunts.

“You know, most men wouldn’t stand for this kind of shit talking. But you aren’t like most men, are you, handsome? You get off on this, don’t you?”

Kyle reached down to Jason’s cock, tugging on it as he fucked him. It practically drooled with pre-cum with each jerking motion.

“Speaking of getting off, don’t you owe your pretty girl an orgasm or am I gonna have to make her cum again?”

Jason stalled for a moment, as if the spell of good sex was broken by Kyle’s threat. You were his. Not Kyle’s. Not anyone else’s. Jason’s.

The bed squeaked as weight shifted throughout the mattress. There was that sweet stretch as Jason’s girth split you, his length going back to its favorite spot. He didn’t realize how cold it was until he sunk into your heat, shifting your bodies to get both of you off.

If Jason loved the way your pussy wrapped around him, you weren’t sure of how to describe the face he made as Kyle filled him. Jason was in heaven. Every part of him tingled from sensual touches on both sides.

You were entranced by watching them fuck again as Kyle left hot, open-mouth kisses on Jason’s neck that trailed to his shoulders. His hands snaked around his chest to play with pert nipples. You didn’t even notice the way Jason paused, his hips only snapped into yours from the way Kyle fucked him.

There wasn’t time to linger on their exchange. Now only Jason paid attention to you.

“Ya liked the show, princess? Hm, don’t answer that. I can already tell by how wet you are.”

There wasn’t time for shame as Jason’s hips moved once more, his weight on yours making you sink into the mattress as Kyle fucked him from behind. The man was quiet behind him besides the occasional grunt, half-listening to your exchange to get himself off.

“You’re so perfect for Daddy, princess. Your wet little cunt is just begging for me to fill you up with cum, isn’t it?”

Jason swallowed your heated ‘uh-huh’ with a kiss, finally giving you what he promised.

—

You woke up in the dark, your body cold and in an unfamiliar room. The fullness in your head told you to grab an aspirin or at least a sip of water. The dull ache between your legs told you that you had too much fun.

Rolling over, you saw Jason and Kyle wrapped in each other’s arms. You wondered how many nights they’ve spent like this. His face looked peaceful and soft. Kyle’s was equally so as his head laid in the crook of Jason’s neck. They looked perfect together.

Laying on your back and staring at the ceiling, you thought of Kyle’s photographs and wondered if that was how Jason really looked through a lover’s eyes. It was like looking at a secret side of him that only the two of you knew, unknown to others and just for you.

You stole a glance at the pair to your side. They were still sleeping. Street lights contoured his muscles. Nighttime and shadows hid his face. Jason was as picture perfect as the photo that hung in the hallway. You looked at him as if through a lens, as if he was the subject and the object of your affection.

Disappointment and denial kept you in place, but cool air made you pull the blanket more closely around you. Someone stirred beside you. You didn’t dare to see who it was. You knew by their touch. Jason pulled you closer.

—

The weight of what happened last night was in his arms and wrapped over his shoulder as Jason realized that he couldn’t bring you closer.

Kyle’s voice was still wrapped in sleep as he asked, “Hey handsome, have fun last night?”

He swallowed, speaking softly so you wouldn’t wake up, “Uh, yeah.”

He ran his hands through his curls as if he was trying to catch his own lie. “Yeah, Kyle, I did.”

The other man didn’t bother to hide his amusement, laughter making their bodies shake. “You were never a good liar. At least not with me.”

“What? It’s true.”

It wasn’t a lie that he enjoyed himself last night. Some primal alpha male side of him enjoyed the game of keep away he played with Kyle. He might have caught your kisses but Jason had all of you. He would still have all of you as you left the apartment. You were his.

But even knowing that, he still couldn’t help the burning heat of envy as he remembered the way you touched each other, how you called out for him instead of Jason.

Jason closed his eyes again. He took a breath to center himself. “I’m in deep.”

“Deeply in love?”

“In deep shit.”

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butwhyduh · 2 years

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Okay so now that you posted the Kyle smut made me think of that tiktok trend of giving your SO nudes but painted in a canvas, how do you think he would react?

Warning: smut. Like seriously smuty lol

Y/n: I sent you a nude

Kyle: what?? I didn’t get it 🥲

Y/n: not on your phone. Look on your bed.

Kyle: ???

Kyle: OMG you painted it??

Kyle: it’s so hot babe. And pretty

Kyle: come over?? Now 🥺

Y/n: haha maybe…

Kyle: please…

Y/n: otw

You barely walked in the door before Kyle pulled you into a kiss. He took advantage of the small gasp you let out to slide his tongue in your mouth. He pulled you steadily towards the bedroom. The painting was sitting beside the bed but all you knew was that he was pushing you down on the bed and climbing over you.

Kyle kissed down your throat while steadily pulling your clothing off. You gasped as he roughly slid your shorts and panties down your legs but couldn’t deny that it was hot.

“You look so fucking pretty and that painting is so good, babe. Holy hell,” Kyle muttered as he bent and kissed at the inside of your knee. His lips left a hot trail up your thigh causing your legs to fall open for him.

You almost sat up in shock as his tongue slid across your clit before sucking the bud in his mouth. “Oh fuck,” you yelped. Kyle was moaning as he licked down to your hole. You struggled to keep your eyes open with the sensation but you didn’t want to miss the way he looked up at you hungry.

He was hitting every button just right as he ate you out. Kyle leaned back and stared at your glistening pussy hungry as his fingers rubbed your clit. He spit on your pussy. “Mine,” he muttered before diving back in. Your fingers dug into his hair and you couldn’t help the moans that came out of your mouth. He spit on your pussy again before sucking on your clit.

You felt your core tightening. “I’m close,” you gasped. He hummed and continued his movement. Kyle loved to watch as you fell apart above him. His aching cock was ignored for now as he pushed you over the edge. Your thighs tightened around his head as your body spasmed and you moaned out his name. He continued through your high until you pulled him back.

“Want you,” you said and he wasted no time getting naked. His cock was painfully hard and the dark red tip glistened with precum. As much as you wanted to suck him off right there and then, you needed him inside you. “Fuck me, Kyle,” you said and he nodded as he slid in.

He groaned at the wet heat. “God, you always feel good wrapped around me,” he breathed. Kyle wasted no time before pulling back and snapping his hips toward you. You moaned and kissed at this throat. He set a nice pace.

“More,” you whined a few minutes later. “Fuck me harder.”

“Yes ma’am.”

His hips snapped against yours roughly and quick. You pulled your legs around his waist and pulled him closer to push him deeper. Kyle groaned before fucking even harder.

“Oh god yes,” you said roughly pinching your tits. He reached a hand up to roughly palm your tit as he sucked a hickey on your throat. Your breath came out in a strangled gasp as you came on his cock. Kyle grunted before pulling out to cum on your pussy. He loved the look. He also loved how you’d clench around him when he shoved it back in with his cock. Sometimes it would lead to another round.

Not today as he noticed you looked tired. Instead he pulled out and grabbed a towel to clean you up. Kyle cuddled around you and gently kissed you.

“Missed you,” you said.

“You too. Missed you,” Kyle replied. “Next time I paint you naked.”

“Deal.”

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emeraldkniight · 1 month

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OOOOH my god I just read your fic with Hal and Kyle, I adored it so much!! I love your style and I SO love the Hal and Kyle content. I'm so serious I've been dreaming of a fic like that w the two of them aghhh it really is a dream come true 😍😍 I would love to see more of reader being a brat towards Kyle, that's just *chef's kiss*

sorry this got kinda long but I'm so looking forward to whatever else you write! thank you for sharing! - nightjarwings

WORST BEHAVIOR !

kyle rayner x fem!reader x hal jordan

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀. . . smut. porn without plot. Daddy kink with Hal and brat taming with Kyle. Hal is a voyeur for a while. Dirty talk, humiliation. Oral sex, p in v.

𝗰𝗼𝗽𝘆𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁. . . no copying of my work is allowed. Free translation is allowed as long as I am credited.

𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲. . . OMGGG I would write an entire alternate universe about this if my readers wanted it. By the way... I wrote this for you, is like a part two of my last one shot. Hope you like it <3

Among the many things that Kyle Rayner used to dislike, one of them was that you were taking your attention away from him, especially when you were acting like such a brat.

He didn't understand how it was so easy for Hal to let you eat out of his hand, while he had to practically train you to behave. But giving you what you deserved every once in a while was the most fun part of the game.

His hand carefully opened the expanse of every fold of your pussy. It was abused by his touches, little strokes on your clit and above all, obscene licking in and out of your little hole.

— Where is your daddy now? — He teased you about what you used to call Hal. — When I eat your pussy, you don't remember him, do you? Too bad. I wish he'd come over and see how well I eat you.

He was right. When you were with one of them, it was almost impossible to think about the other. Still, the constant competition for your attention was exciting and fun. You couldn't help but notice how much it excited you.

His tongue touched every pleasure spot in you. You could hear him licking as he dug his nails into the skin of your thighs to keep you from pulling away.

The room was filled with the intoxicating scent of his perfume. However, at that moment it was very difficult for you to think about outside stimuli. Your only thought was how good his lips felt on your pussy.

The pleasure was indescribable. It was hard to find a man who was as good at oral work as Kyle and Hal. They were quite different, though. Kyle, for example, liked to get right to the point: bite, lick and play. Hal will eat you up like it's his last meal, wiping it all over with his tongue.

— I want you to remember me when you see him. — He came closer and whispered to you. — And remember how hard I fucked you and how dirty you left the sheets. Will you do that for me, my love?

When you texted Hal, he wasn't pleased enough with Kyle's comment. You knew this was a constant competition both in and out of bed, and you always enjoyed when each of them would be more accommodating to you in order to beat the other.

Maybe the video of Hal fucking you in the foreground was a sign that he had crossed the line.

This time Hal had refrained from being possessive of you and let Kyle have the pleasure of being your sole master for a while. Or maybe there was just something about him that gave him a certain pleasure just watching you being eaten in his bed.

— Will you keep what we agreed, baby? Will you tell your daddy how much you like being devoured by me? He's all ears now.

You refused to answer, just looking at Hal as you continued to gently bite your lip, trying to muffle your moans.

— I'm sorry, Daddy...

Kyle immediately smacked you on the clitoris, giving you a corrective slap without the intention of hurting you.

— What is that fucking 'sorry daddy' shit, you stupid brat? Do you want me to stop? — He asked, frowning at you.

— No, no, no, no, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Kyle. - You apologized almost in tears. — Please don't stop.

Kyle's face went back to concentrating on his work as he continued to move between your legs, making circular motions with his tongue. Hal moved closer to you, watching you with mock disappointment.

— You disappoint me, doll. Changing me just to make you come? You've become a desperate fucking slut.

A layer of sweat covered your body. Kyle's movements, accompanied by Hal's incredible talk, were all that was needed to bring you to an imminent orgasm.

— I hope this slutty mouth at least serves a purpose.

Soon your mouth was filled by the size of Hal's cock, who was somewhat pleased to hear your moans, which gave him a rather vibrating sensation that served as a means of stimulation.

Watching you from above, the man could see the tip of his cock sliding across your tongue. You looked absolutely beautiful as your lips sucked and your hair fell over your shoulders. He wanted to stain it with his cum. Then he would take a nice picture of you being completely ruined because of him.

You ended up having an orgasm, still feeling all of Hal's manhood buried in your throat. Kyle took it upon himself to clean up every drop with his tongue, which managed to distract you a bit from your other task.

Angrily, the brown-haired man began to fuck your mouth, moving your head to the rhythm he imposed to get some of your attention.

Your face began to fill with huge tears that slid down your cheeks until they fell to the ground. He used his thumb to wipe them away, unable to help but laugh at you as he saw you bow down before him.

— Do I really need to remind you who is in control?

He touched his cock to every part of your mouth. Your tongue circled around it, trying to take it all in, though it was obviously impossible. You wanted to pause, which didn't even last twenty seconds, and you continued, taking every part of his manhood into your mouth, as well as what you couldn't reach with your hands.

In the end, you were stained with every drop of his sperm. You tried to swallow it all, although it was difficult to get it all down your throat; some of it spilled on your chin.

— I'm-I'm... I'm sorry, Daddy. It's just that K-Kyle... - You sobbed as you tried to speak.

Immediately, you were pulled under the body of the aforementioned man. Positioned on top of you, he rammed you so deeply that you screamed. You cried and screamed with pleasure as you felt him slide in and out of you.

— Easy to predict. — Hal grunted as he settled into the chair in front of the bed.

He was never gentle, the way he fucked you showed how angry he was. You liked to be disobedient to him, to cross the line, to be rebellious... all to make him take you as exquisitely as he did.

You took it well. Your hole squeezed him in a most delicious way, leaving you full and with an exhausted need for him to empty himself into you.

The sound of his body slamming into you caused a roar that could be heard in every corner of the room. The bed moved to the rhythm of his thrusts. Your moans dug into his ear as your nails dug into his back, scratching him.

You really wanted him to kiss you. But every time you sought his lips, he did nothing but reject you as if he was disgusted by you. He would watch you from above and see how your face reacted to the pleasure, but he would not kiss you, let alone accept your kisses.

The smell of your sweet perfume made him sick. Although he adored you deep inside, he detested you and hated your perfume as much as he hated you. He couldn't help but desire you, and being with you felt incredibly good despite his misgivings.

Hal was more passionate that way. He liked to kiss you too often, and none of his kisses felt forced, despite his hatred for you. You were his plaything, like so many others, but he had a knack for making them all think they were special when they were just one of the crowd.

— Since you love to beg your Daddy to forgive you so much, I want you to beg him to let you cum now.

You looked directly into Hal's deep-set eyes as he watched you intently from his position. Your gaze reflected intense need; you were literally begging him to let you come.

— Hal... please... Daddy, I beg you.

He looked at you and drew a smile with a certain superiority on his face.

— Nah... I guess today's not your lucky day, honey. Maybe you should try a little harder next time.

Kyle emptied himself completely inside you, completely thwarting your now unattainable orgasm.

They both walked away and watched you lying on the bed as they laughed at you. Without further ado, you began to whimper as you crawled across the surface of the bed, begging some more with what little dignity you had left.

— Please, I need it... can you give it to me? — You begged them, sobbing.

Kyle went out of his way to stroke your hair with gentle affection. At the same time, he laughed at how desperate you could get.

That was the lesson you had learned: you couldn't be a brat, especially not when it came to Hal. Kyle, on the other hand, was used to your bad behavior, but today you had fallen victim to what could happen if you misbehaved with either of them.

#dc comics #dc universe #smut #hal jordan #hal jordan x fem!reader #hal jordan x reader #hal jordan smut #kyle rayner #kyle rayner x reader #kyle rayner smut #green lantern #green lanter corps

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jasonstodger · 9 months

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

#— 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

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kyleraynermybeloved · 10 months

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You Truly Are A Holy One

Pairing: Kyle Rayner x GN!Reader

Summary: “You know…” He made it a point to gesture at your bandaged shoulder, “You truly are a holy one.”

You gave him an unimpressed look and scoffed at his little joke.

Warnings: canon-level violence, swearing, blood, severe injury, a hint of angst, fluff, established relationship

Word Count: 1.6 k

A/N: I decided to give the reader "Thrasher" as their vigilante name just to keep consistency with my other Kyle fics. I hope u enjoy this oneshot! This probably took me forever to write, mainly bc I was moving. Not entirely happy how it turned out but it's done now ;-;

Taglist: @esposadomd

The morning had been going on quite well, in fact it was a little concerning. Something was always bound to happen in your line of work. There’s never a dull moment when living as a vigilante, even when dating and living with another. Especially when said vigilante happens to be a green lantern. More specifically the freelance artist green lantern who’s known for creating gigantic gundams.

He’s a great boyfriend and chaos has a tendency to follow him wherever he goes. Thus, chaos followed you as well like an unshakeable cold. Most of the time it was manageable but it seemed like today was heading towards a direction you certainly did not like once a fellow vigilante had called you for backup on a case they were working on.

Donna Troy was a close friend to both you and your boyfriend, so whenever she asked for aid you normally drop what you're doing and go support and vise versa.

She needed help closing up her case by stopping a shipment from leaving the docks. She had intel there were five cargo crates that needed to be obtained with a small crew handling the drop off. The case had been in the works for two months deep undercover. Donna was not one to slack off when it came to things like this. She’d informed you these crates were filled with containers of lethal weaponized chemicals that could cause a national ecocatastrophe.

Getting there was an easy job, waiting for the package took longer than expected. At one point you thought maybe Donna had gotten her intel wrong. It had been hours of sitting in the same position and your body was starting to lock up. You desperately needed to stretch out. Before you could voice your worries however, the loading trucks carrying the crates arrived.

“Thrasher, there’s six coming out of the truck not including the driver. Stay concealed until I give you the signal,” Donna whispered. She was making her way over to the truck where the crew began unloading. She slowly picked off one by one, starting with the driver who had gotten out to smoke.

As Donna made it to the last one the back doors flew open and more came barging out with weapons. “Well Donna, I’m gonna take that as my signal unless you’d rather I sit this one out?” You spoke through the coms.

“A little help would be great you little asshole! Now get down here!”

You unsheathed your trusty daggers and made your way down from your high perch, effectively dropping two goons on your way down from the silent jump. Unsheathing the knives from their holsters you threw them to their targets who went down with no issues.

There were only a handful left. You slashed down whoever was near you while Donna was moving the crates away.

“Hey, have you gotten the crates to a secure place yet? I know-” you choked out in pain. Looking down you saw a narrow spear half sticking out of your right shoulder.

“Okay, I just got the last of them secured. Heading over your way,” Her voice crackled through the com piece in your ear.

“Son of a bitch!” you gasped as you broke off the end of the spear after a few hacks from one of your daggers. You made sure to keep it in your shoulder so you wouldn’t bleed out but the edges are going to cause more harm than good if you can’t fix it fast.

Once your arm had more movement you went after the remaining goons who were left standing. They weren’t too much trouble compared to the others you had just fought but they carry stranger weapons.

Donna had made it back in time to catch you before you tumbled down. Only after convincing her you were fine to make it back to yours on your own did you make it inside your small apartment.

Kyle had spotted you instantly on the couch once he got back, rushing up to you with shaky hands at the sight of blood pooling out from the wound. “Hey, hey look at me. Let’s get you to the bathroom so I can clean you up, okay? Can you walk on your own?”

When you slowly shook your head no he carefully lifted you up and carried you to the bathroom. He waited until he was finished with rubbing the blood off with a damp towel and disinfecting the wound before carefully pulling out what was left of the narrow spear. You instructed him through patching you up, reminding him you’re fine just woozy from blood loss.

After Kyle gave you medication for the pain he took you to the bedroom carefully tucking you under the covers.

“You know…” He made it a point to gesture at your bandaged shoulder, “You truly are a holy one.”

You gave him an unimpressed look and scoffed at his little joke.

“So, are you going to tell me what happened or do I have to bribe you to let me in?” Kyle pulled you into his arms, your back towards his chest, as he slipped into bed next to you, avoiding your injury to not cause any more damage. Which you were very grateful for.

You let out a shaky sigh, your head was still spinning albeit slower than it was a moment ago. “I uh, it was from a case I was helping out with. There wasn’t much going on, I only had to lend a hand when things got to be too much. I can feel the face you’re making right now. If it makes you feel any better I was careful for the most part. It was just the end when I got this nifty souvenir.”

He let out a small bemused huff through his nose, “What am I going to do with you?”

“Well, for starters you could graciously put a ring on it.”

You could feel the vibrations of his laughter begin to lull you to sleep. You let your eyes flutter closed and your breathing finally evened out.

Once Kyle knew you were fully asleep he pulled you in closer, reassuring himself that you were still alive, still here. He went to sleep knowing he was planning a trip for the two of you with the small ring box he had hidden away deep in his pants drawer.

#kyleraynermybeloved #kyle rayner #kyle rayner x reader #kyle rayner x gn!reader #kyle rayner fluff #kyle rayner oneshot #no proof reading we die with mistakes

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