#kyle rayner x reader

[ollyissleepy]

𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐚

pairing: kyle rainer x batbro!reader summary: kyle thought his first gala will be boring, until he ran into you. one cheesy line by another and kyle starts thinking he might score a date. until he catches your father's eyes across the room and realises that this night might be his last

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The gala wasn't what Kyle had expected. Hal had warned him that they tend to be boring, and asked him to prepare for a lot of meaningless conversations with the rich.

The boredom lasted through the first hour, up until Kyle found himself by one of the buffet tables right next to you.

The conversation flowed easily between the two of you, but with even more ease it turned flirtatious. He was shy about flirting at first, worried that he was taking your smile the wrong way. You were so handsome, so electric, Kyle didn't know if you really were interested in him or if you were just being polite.

"Did you say that line to every man here or am I special?" You teased, resting your hip on the table.

"Only the handsome ones," Kyle winked, letting himself come closer. "You just happen to be the only one."

You rolled your eyes, taking another sip of your champagne.

You moved behind Kyle, grabbing his arm. It was then that he noticed Bruce standing behind you and watching the two of you closely.

"Why don't we take it somewhere more quiet?" You suggested, smiling when Kyle snaps back at you and nods.

He let you drag him away, brushing it off as a coincidence. Bruce was probably just watching the entire room and his eyes fell on the two of you just as you moved away.

Only when Kyle looked back as you drew back a curtain did he realises that Bruce's eyes never left the two of you.

"(Name)?" Kyle called out to get your attention. "Bruce Wayne is staring at us. Do you... know him, is he like friends with your parents?"

"He is my parent," you giggled. "Don't worry, big boy, he wants to hurt you when you're with me," You patted Kyle's chest before walking into a dark hallway.

Hal found himself next to you together just as you and Kyle disappeared behind the curtains. He could only imagine what Bruce would do to him, knowing that out of everyone, Hal picked Kyle.

"I'm sorry about him. All, uh, make sure he stays away," Hal promised, scratching the back of his neck.

"Too late," Bruce sighed, his eyes locked on the curtains you and Kyle disappeared behind. "I don't want him to break my son's heart."

Hal nodded, waiving down a waiter. Maybe there was a chance he and Kyle would see the sun again.

"You should pray (name) looses interest first," Bruce snarled, grabbing Hal's arm and squeezing it. "I don't need to kill you to put you both in hell."

A shiver ran down Hal's spine.

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[angelses]

Artist at work

⟢ he’s so dumb, I love him.

⟢ inappropriate use of a power ring, implied shibari, piv sex, Kyle being stupid (affectionate)

Kyle loves when you look pretty for him, the artist in him can’t help it.

He also can’t help but abuse the ring, he knows he’s not supposed too, but you looked so pretty begging him oh so sweetly ‘just this once’ and Kyle Rayner in all his infinite wisdom is just a man.

You look so pretty with green light digging into your thighs, making the flesh bulge that he can’t help but reach for his sketchbook.

The consistent plap! plap! plap! Filling the room only just manages to reach your ears, your legs feel like jelly and your elbows gave out an orgasm ago, face pressed against the pillow as your mouth hangs open freely.

You personally, probably would’ve been mortified to see your own expression if you could even form a thought but not Kyle.

The hand holding your ankles, keeping your knees pressed to your tits disappears, instead reaching for the discarded sketchbook where he had been previously drawing you, only the first lines of the sketch had been made before you had pounced, streaking lines of charcoal down your thighs and on the crumpled sheets.

But now, as your hair splays across the pillow, skin bulging against the constructs maybe he shouldn’t have discarded his sketching so early.

When the thrusting stops and your orgasm slowly fizzles away to a dull, throbbing ache, you have to muster up the energy to press your elbows into the mattress, looking down with a groan, the green light holding your limbs in place now gone.

Only to see your boyfriend in all his naked glory, cock still halfway inside of you with his sketchbook and charcoal in hand.

“Kyle!” You squeal, kicking your legs out as best you can with him so close

“Ow! Shi- babe!” He rubs out a stray line on the paper, doing his best to catch your flying feet with one hand, yelping when your heel connects and thumps his hip bone.

Your expression only makes the confused line between his eyebrows deepen.

“Kyle! I was literally about to cum and you- you fucking-” your enraged rant turns into unintelligible squabbling, not all that different to an impression of a static duck.

“You looked good!” He urges, his sketchbook flipped out his hand by your toes.

“…”

[beachwreck]

kyle is so sexy, he's so boyish. makes stupid jokes, you hit him and he laughs but tones it down. he's cute, a hopeless romantic who likes to handicraft your flowers himself, likes to illustrate in the margins of cards he sends you.

he's awkward sometimes, gets nervous in front of you. wants to impress you but feels like you're way out of his league. he tries to dress better, wants to be put together and not sloppy when you see him.

he was created in a lab to have maximum boyfriend potential. he likes giving into your whims; likes to play with you, to tag along when you thrift, sometimes offer to pay. kyle sleeps the best in your bedroom, among plush toys and in a face mask he doesn't quite understand but likes.

he slots himself into your routines, likes to curl up like a little dog even if he's bigger and won't fit right by your side. he likes to be the big spoon, but is happiest when he's little spoon and you play with his hair.

[azurewitchxx]

Kyle Rayner x Witch! Reader

Kyle Rayner had seen a lot of strange things since becoming a Green Lantern. Space whales made of nebulae? Sure. Entire planets that communicated through music? Weird, but manageable.

A café that existed in three dimensions at once? Confusing, but he survived. But you? You were still the strangest thing he’d ever encountered and somehow the most grounded at the same time.

He met you during what was supposed to be a “routine investigation,” which in Lantern terms usually meant “this will absolutely not be routine.”

A disturbance in an abandoned part of the city had pulled him down, glowing green light cutting through fog and broken stone, only for him to find you sitting calmly in the middle of it.

Surrounded by floating candles and a circle of ink-black symbols hovering in the air like they were breathing.

Kyle had actually said, out loud, “Okay. That’s new.”

You hadn’t even flinched.

“You’re loud for someone trying to be subtle,” you’d said, without looking up from the sigil you were tracing in the air.

That was the beginning. Now, weeks later, Kyle stood outside your place again, except this time, it wasn’t fear that made his stomach twist.

It was curiosity. And something softer he didn’t want to name too quickly. He knocked. The door opened almost immediately.

“You’re early,” you said, like you’d already known he was coming before he decided to.

Kyle smiled awkwardly. “I was in the neighborhood. ‘Neighborhood’ being Earth. Again.”

You stepped aside, letting him in. Your home didn’t look like a typical apartment. It looked like someone had carefully stitched together comfort and chaos: shelves of old books, jars of herbs glowing faintly, candles that lit themselves when you walked past and always, that faint hum of magic under everything, like the air itself was listening.

Kyle glanced around. “I still don’t get how your apartment is… like this.”

“It behaves,” you said simply.

“That’s not an answer.”

“It’s the only one you’re getting.”

He laughed, then hesitated near a table where a small dish of salt had formed intricate moving patterns on its own.

“…Is that supposed to be doing that?”

You leaned beside him. “Yes.”

“That’s not comforting.”

“It’s not dangerous either.”

Kyle pointed at it. “It looks like it’s thinking about me.”

You glanced at the salt pattern, then back at him.

“It is evaluating you,” you said.

“I KNEW IT.”

A small smile tugged at your mouth. “It likes you.”

“That’s worse!”

But despite himself, he didn’t move away. That was the thing about you, about all of this. Kyle was a Green Lantern. Fear was supposed to be something he mastered and yet, around you, he kept finding something stranger than fear.

Trust. You turned slightly, studying him in a way that felt less like judgment and more like observation.

“You’re not afraid of it,” you said quietly.

Kyle blinked. “I mean. I am a little.”

“But you’re still standing here.”

He looked at the glowing salt pattern again, then back at you.

“I’ve fought things that tried to erase galaxies,” he said. “A weird salt opinion about me isn’t gonna make me leave.”

That made you laugh softly. The sound made the room feel warmer. Then your expression shifted slightly, more thoughtful.

“Most people don’t stay,” you admitted.

Kyle’s humor faded a little.

“…Yeah,” he said. “I get that.”

A pause. Then he added, gentler, “But I’m not most people.”

Your gaze met his fully then, steady and unreadable in the way magic often was.

“You’re not afraid of what I am?” you asked.

Kyle thought about that. He thought about the floating candles, the symbols that moved like living things, the way reality bent slightly when you were focused. Then he thought about the way you looked at him like he wasn’t something to fear either.

“I think,” he said carefully, “I’m more interested in what you do with it.”

That quieted the room. The salt pattern settled, as if even it was listening now. Finally, you stepped back, motioning toward a table where something like tea was already waiting, because of course it was.

“You’re late,” you said.

Kyle frowned. “I thought I was early.”

“You were,” you said. “Time changed its mind.”

He stared at you. Then sighed. “I’m never going to get used to that.”

“You don’t have to.”

A beat. Then, softer: “Just sit down, Kyle.”

He did and as he sat across from you, surrounded by quiet magic and impossible calm, he realized something unsettlingly simple. Space felt less complicated than this, but somehow, he didn’t want to leave it. Not anymore.

[iridescentlightshow]

Five Little Fingers Wrapped Around Mine

Headcanons on what Kyle Rayner would be like as your dad! | requested <3

Dad!Kyle who always encourages you when you start to doubt yourself

Dad!Kyle who’s so used to eating like a broke college student he has to (re)learn to cook meals that aren’t spaghetti or mac’n’cheese 

Dad!Kyle who’s self-conscious of his parenting abilities and is always questioning if he made the right decision on a matter

Dad!Kyle whose got a whole wall dedicated to your “masterpieces” that he keeps adding to as you grow

He’s got your crayon scribbles from when you were three, a very smiley lopsided flower from when you were seven, etc, etc

Dad!Kyle who helps you with last minute school projects with no complaints

He even ropes in other people to help. You need a popsicle stick bridge? He’s got John on facetime giving advice on where to place the support beams sticks so it’ll hold the most weight. A mousetrap racer? Simon better answer his phone

Dad!Kyle who can get a bit… over-protective at times

He doesn’t want you to feel like he’s smothering you, but he also doesn’t want you to feel like he doesn’t care, so he ends up overcompensating and then feeling bad about it, ending with him apologizing to you. He’s still trying to figure out the right amount of parental involvement.

Dad!Kyle who will draw the most detailed pictures at your request when you’re outside playing with sidewalk chalk

He’s blending the colours, he’s adding shadows, he’s making the bunny rabbit look like it’s about to bravely jump over the crack on the sidewalk

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[vianawaits]

Forget-me-not

Summary & CW: Angst, Regency AU, secret relationship, no happy ending, major character death, maybe ooc, second person, no use of y/n

Pairing: Knight!Kyle x Princess!Reader

Word Count: 0.9k

A/N: LAST piece out the Kiln! thank you to @lechelovestoyap for this request i love you sm bby. AND THANK YOU TO EVERYONE WHO PARTICIPATED IN THE 1K EVENT!!! Saved the best for last and as always I hope you enjoy <3

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The best afternoon you both had together wasn’t on any specific day- it wasn’t anything special or out of the ordinary.

It was in the field behind the palace gardens, on the edge of the forest.

Your back was rested upon an old oak tree that had been around since before your father. The blades of grass were a nice cushion above the dirt. There was a thought in in the back of your mind that kept reminding you that you’d probably have to change dresses after because of the green stains and tracts of dirt, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care in this moment.

Not when the love of your life’s head was resting in your lap.

He was surely uncomfortable, there was no possibility that he wasn’t, yet he didn’t move. The sun was beaming on his face with a ghost of a smile lingering on his features, incandescently happy. Your fingers carded through his hair and the poor knight had never looked more at peace. His clunky armor was scattered around his limbs, making him bend in uncomfortable ways to lay on the floor. However once he found his spot, he didn’t dare to shift from it. Not when either of you knew when another opportunity like this would present itself.

You didn’t speak much and neither did he. Both of you remained in your spots watching the world pass you by. Bunnies hoping in the field, wind rustling the leaves from above, clouds passing by in weird shapes, fawns creeping from in between the trees- it was something of a story book.

Next to your hips, flowers bloomed in batches. You removed your hand from your lover’s hair and began plucking them. He made no noise but merely cracked open an eye when he felt the absence of your touch. A grand effort was made to not shift your lower half too much, not wanting to add to his well-hidden discomfort.

Then, as if a soul from a past life took over, muscle-memory kicked in. You began twisting the stems of each flower plucked, linking them together. At this point, the knight opened both of his eyes to marvel at you. No painting or sketch he’d ever attempted was able to catch this beauty. There was something that would have to live in his memories, catalogued in his heart, of the way your face lit up on an afternoon snuck away from duties.

His right arm was propped up on the other side of your legs, almost trapping you under him as his face remained at eye-level. The next few minutes passed like that, him watching you pick up a flower and intertwine the stem, creating a… circle?

When you finish, a mischievous grin pulls at your lips. One of his eyebrows rises in question and all you do is giggle before dropping the crown on his head.

He scoffs, but doesn’t remove it.

“And what is this for my princess?” he muses, playing along so you won’t abandon the smile that is his life elixir.

“They’re Forget-me-nots, a crown of them.” you said it so simply he felt silly for asking, “That way you can remember me always, even when you’re off on your knightly adventures.”

Leaning in, flower crown still intact, he pauses a millimeter over your lips- like he always did. Never assuming anything above his position, before he was your lover, he was your knight- your protector.

“I could never forget you,” he whispers and the hint of the mint leaves he chewed on earlier infects your senses, “you are what I fight for, you are what I live for.”

Your forehead knocks against his and he can feel the apple of your cheeks rise in a smile. He had a habit of rendering you speechless. You never did get good on being on the receiving end of a confession.

And with that, your lean in.

The first kiss is delicate and sweet. It’s a small brushing of lips that he cherishes. His palm travels up to your cheek and the kiss deepens. It turns desperate and his tongue slips into your mouth. Your hands rests on his shoulder plates then move up to his neck and hair to push him further into you when-

The bell chimes.

The hour has come to a close and you both need to return.

You break apart in heavy breaths and wide smiles. His emerald eyes shine in the sunlight. His hair is slightly rustled, yet he pays no mind to it. He gets to cheat and wear a helmet over it anyway.

Neither of you move for a second. Drinking each other in, laughing while stealing each other’s shared breath.

The memory fades from you as you stand in front of the very tree now, desperate for more to flood your mind. It was almost sick how the world seemed to work. You would’ve never known that in a few months’ time, he would have a grave under that very spot you laid in. That he would be buried in the spot of grass you learned to love him in.

It’s what he would’ve wanted, you try to think to yourself.

And as the same chime from all those months ago haunts the air now, you drop a forget-me-not to his grave.

Because there could never be a world where you could live without the memory of Kyle Rayner.

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[vivzeebin]

idk if i have enough followers for this to get votes but what fic should i prioritize?

my next fic will be...

jason todd x reader [reviewing burgers across gotham]

kyle rayner x reader [kyle and r. are on babysitting duty]

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[pixzeestyxxs]

World of Two

Kyle Rayner x Blue Lantern! Reader x Jason Todd

Kyle wishes to be in your world of two. Maybe slightly Suggestive, Kyle Focus, could be OOC (I just really like this song)

Kyle always thought you were the best part of the ring. You were always around, a nice light on such a dark job. It was hard not to fall for you. I mean with all things considered, you always laughed at his jokes, gave him good insight on his pieces. But there was one thing, Jason Todd. Don't get Kyle wrong, he did not have any issues with Jason himself.

Jason todd was rugged, blunt, but all of the layers behind him Kyle could tell he's somewhere soft. He could definitely see that when he was with you.

You brought out this softness, you were a sanding block to a rough piece of wood. Jason and you were happy together. You always had shared whispers, shared laughter, shared everything that you somehow brough Kyle into. Kyle was always allowed into your home when the mission ended. You wanted him to be safe and then go home when the suns out.

It frustrates Kyle to all hell that he has no real issues with you and Jason. You two are great for each other. He just wishes he could be in your orbit.

No way could he impose on what you two have. How would he even approach it? He doubts that Jason would be even open to the plausible situation!

No, not even with the few times it was just Kyle and him. Sharing a stress filled cigarette on the rooftop with a beer each. The few times he hung out to go swimming during the worst heat waves where he swore he felt his gaze looking through him.

Jason is too absorbed into you. So protective of you, barely sharing you to his brothers. Keeping you within reach, but Jason trusts him. You can be off with Kyle no massive protective manners.

Kyle can take you off alone just as Jason can, you can share similar whispers and giggles on balconies of gala's to catch fresh air as Jason gets pulled to some Wayne affairs.

You and Kyle sit sip the wine in your glasses so comfortably as the night breeze hits you lean in and sap his warmth. Soon, Jason joins you and Kyle sandwiching him in the middle. "Some stupid bullshit happening over there.." he mutters pulling his cigarette case from his blazer and lighting it before offering it to Kyle with a subtle smirk.