hal jordan · green lantern · dc comics · pregnancy · weight gain · possessive · manipulative · secret fetish · husband · feeding
The kitchen air hung heavy with the scent of cinnamon and butter, a warm, clinging atmosphere that filled the Coast City apartment. Hal Jordan stood at the stove, the spatula in his hand flipping a batch of French toast soaked in extra-rich custard. He had doubled the recipe, his movements precise yet driven by a hidden hunger. At the small table, you sat with one hand resting on the gentle swell of his belly, the oversized hoodie swallowing his frame, making the pregnancy bump look soft and round. Hal plated four thick slices, drizzling them with excessive maple syrup and a dusting of powdered snow. He slid the plate and a glass of secretly sweetened orange juice before you, leaning down to kiss the top of his head. His eyes, sharp and green, tracked you’s every movement, betraying the…