Summary: Oliver overhears you having some “fun” time and decides to join.
Warnings: Smut-ish
Parings: Oliver Queen x Reader
Fandom: DC
Word Count: 695
Square Filled: Free Space
Requested:
@slytherinlyn13 Can you do an Oliver queen smut? Can you also surprise me with what it’s about?
Anon: hi! can you do an oliver queen smut where the reader is shy and likes oliver but never said anything and same goes for oliver. one day he catches the reader touching herself and moaning his name and is completely turned on and asks her what she’s thinking about and he does it to her and at the end they get together? and if you could include her riding his face that be awesome. if you write this thank you!
AN1: Written for my bingo card @anyfandomgoesbingo
AN2: So I decided to combine the two requests above cause I couldn’t really come up with anything for either, hope that’s okay! Also I didn’t really go into the smut like usual
“Oliver?”
Oliver was standing in my doorway, his chest heaving. Slightly gasping, I tightened my grip on the sheet I had pulled over me as I sat up, watching Oliver.
“Oliver?”
Oliver shook his head, stalking towards me. I made a face as he knelt at the foot of the bed, crawling towards me.
“Ollie?”
He stopped above me, his pupils dilated as they flickered across my face. He surged forward, leaning down and pressing his lips to mine, causing me to softly moan as I fell back against my pillow, Oliver following me down. I opened my eyes when he leaned up, my chest heaving as I slightly whimpered.
“Oliver?”
“How long?”
I made a face, tilting my head to the side.
“What?”
He huffed, running his finger along my collar bone, running this thumb along my jaw.
“How long have you thought about me?”
He grabbed the sheet I had a death grip on, pulling it from me and kicking it to the side. I arched up into him as he ran his hand along my side, running along my stomach before he cupped my breast, gently massaging them.
“Of me kissing every inch of your body, pulling those sweet little sounds from your lips, pleasuring you in ways only I can.”
I moaned as he cupped my core, sliding a finger between my lips. He leaned down, pressing kisses down my neck.
“How long?”
“I uh, just-”
He sucked a hickey onto my sweet spot, causing me to moan as he slid a finger into me. He leaned up, hovering over me as he started to move his finger, looking down at me.
“How long?”
I grabbed his wrist, my other hand running up his chest, moaning as he inserted another finger, moving faster.
“How long YN?”
“Oliver please!”
He slightly shook his head, clicking his teeth.
“That’s not what I asked sweetheart.”
“Since we met! God are you happy now?”
Oliver grinned, pulling his fingers from me, placing his hands on my waist, flipping us so I was on top.
“More than.”
He ran his hands along the top of my thighs, causing me to roll my hips.
“You know what’d make me even happier?”
I gasped as he thrust up into me, causing me to stagger.
“What?”
He tightened his grips on my hips, stopping me from moving.
“Ride my face.”
I looked down at him, slightly shaking my head.
“Ollie, I don’t-”
He shook his head, pulling me forward.
“Uh huh. I promise to make it worth your while.”
I huffed, biting my bottom lip, slightly nodding.
“Okay.”
Oliver grinned, helping me so I was hovering over him. I looked down at him, sighing.
“Oliver I’m not-”
My eyes widened, gasping as Oliver pulled me down, pressing a kiss to my clit.
Gasping, I fell onto the bed beside Oliver, looking up when Oliver leaned up, his head on his arm as he looked down at me, grinning.
“How was that? Better than what you imagined?”
I huffed a laugh, nodding.
“I don’t think I can walk.”
He grinned, leaning down and pressing a quick kiss to my lips.
“Good, then I did my job.”
I laughed, shaking my head as I leaned up, throwing my leg over his, rolling us so I was hovering over him, again, running my fingers through his hair as I kissed him, his hands running along the tops of my thighs and sides. I leaned up, grinning down at him.
“Now that, was a kiss.”
He laughed, shaking his head.
“Wanna go again?”
I laughed, slightly shaking my head as I laid down, placing my head on my arm as I looked up at Oliver, drawing mindless patterns on his chest as he ran his hand up and down my back.
“Dude, you wore me out. We’ve got all the time in the world to do this again, and again.”
“Really?”
I nodded, laying my head in the crook of my arm.
“Well, I mean, yeah.”
Oliver smiled, leaning down and pressing a kiss to my temple before he grabbed the covers, pulling them over us.
“Good. Cause I’m never letting you go.”
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Hi, again! Can I also get a ship drabble for the Arrowverse (the Arrow, if you need me to narrow it down) + prompt 25? Thank you! (Can I also say I love your prompts and it was such a struggle to choose.) Also, I ship you with Rey because I feel like you would be able to bring out her sweeter, more happy side and I feel like you have a small chaotic streak that would totally compliment her own,,, if that makes sense?
Characters: Reader x Oliver Queen
Warnings: mentions of violence, injury/blood, mild swearing
Prompt: 25. “I hope you know I wouldn’t do this for anyone else.”
Word Count: 403
A/N: olive omg i love rey so much and the part about having a chaotic streak cracked me tf up ajkshdjkas but anyway i hope you liked your drabbles and i hope you’re having a wonderful day!!! 💛
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“Whoever you are, I have a weapon!”
You jump into your living room, wielding the lamp you had haphazardly grabbed in the midst of your sleepy state. One minute, you had peacefully fallen asleep, the next, you had awoken to the sound of something crashing in your living room. Holding it up, you flip on the lights, eyes widening as a familiar green figure struggles to sit himself on your couch. Lowering the lamp, you splutter, “Oli?”
Oliver lifts his head, pulling off his mask as he grunts, “A little help?”
“Oh my God,” you quickly rush to Oliver’s side, helping him sit up as you finally notice the gash across his torso. You can’t even begin to imagine the weapon that managed to slice through Oliver’s suit, and you get up to run into your bathroom as you call out, “What the hell happened?”
“Questions later, please,” Oliver says through gritted teeth, trying to steady his breathing through the pain as he unzips his suit. You return with some rudimentary medical supplies, which you’ve been slowly stocking up on ever since finding out about Oliver’s vigilantism. You wish you could say that tonight is the first instance of Oliver stumbling into your apartment injured and bleeding, but it isn’t, and it’ll be far from the last instance, too.
You run a towel under some water before returning to Oliver’s side. He winces in pain as you gently wipe away the blood from his wound, and you cringe, “Sorry.”
“It’s fine.” Oliver says, shaking his head. Looking down at his wound, he tells you, “It’ll need stitches.”
You sigh, looking into your box of medical supplies. Pulling out your needle, Oliver notices your uneasy expression, and he tells you, “I can do it.”
“It’s okay. I got it.” you tell him, pushing some thread through your needle. Stitches isn’t your favorite thing to do, but you’ve had some practice on Oliver’s other wounds. Taking a deep breath, you grumble, “I hope you know I wouldn’t do this for anyone else.”
“Like you have lots of vigilantes coming in through your window asking for help.” Oliver deadpans, and a hint of a smile sneaks into his expression as you shoot him a look. You pause as Oliver places his hand over yours, and his tone becomes more sincere as he says, “Thank you, y/n.”
You gently smile at him, before nodding. “Of course.”
Your hand is raised to knock on frame of the open door, out of pure habit, when you hear your name and pause. It’s Oliver who says it, arms crossed and leaning against the desk as Thea loops a scarf around her neck. His tone is cocky and knowing, annoyingly knowing. They haven’t seen you yet, so you lean back against the hallway wall, listening.
“It’s not her.” Thea says, exasperated. She tugs at the scarf before looping it around her neck once more. “Can you stop annoying me about this? Don’t you have better things to do than pester me about my so-called ‘crush’?”
“You couldn’t be more obvious. It’s clearly her.” You can hear the smirk in Oliver’s voice, fulfilling the teasing older brother role. “And, god, the way you act around her-”
“I hate you.” Thea flicks her scarf to hang loosely and picks up her backpack to throw over her shoulder before turning on her feet, her tone exaggerated. “I’m leaving now! Goodbye and goodnight!” She’s leaving the room as you push off the wall, rounding the corner as you stumble into her.
“Hey.” You recover first, a smile spreading. “I, uh, just got here.”
“Right.” Thea tucks hair behind her ear, matching your smile. “You wanna head out?”
You both turn to walk down the hallway as Oliver pokes his head out of Thea’s bedroom, a stupid grin plastered over his face. “You two have fun! Don’t stay out too late!”
#77. “There is nothing wrong with you.” / #97. “Your life was my life’s best part.”
He knew it was bad. Really bad. You had already lost so much blood. He wasn’t a doctor, but he knew enough about death to know there was no coming back from this.
“How bad is it?” you croaked out, eyes half glazed. Your face was pale and covered with a sheen of sweat.
“There is nothing wrong with you,” Floyd lied, squeezing your bloodstained fingers. You didn’t seem aware of the touch. “You’re gonna be fine.” Lying came easily to him most days but it was difficult to keep down the nausea in his stomach and smile for you.
You frowned, breath catching in your throat as you struggled to breathe. Blood bubbled up at the corner of your mouth, slipping down your cheek. You didn’t notice, unfocused eyes only for him. “Why are you crying?”
The assassin wiped his eyes on his shoulder quickly and flashed the best grin he could muster, “I’m not crying. You’re seeing things,” he assured, trying to ignore the growing tightness in his chest. Lying wasn’t supposed to be this hard for him. He wasn’t supposed to care.
You coughed. A shudder passed through your body, more blood dribbling from your lips. “Liar,” you finally gasped out, face twisting in pain.
Floyd lifted your hand to his chest, suddenly unsure. He swallowed hard, pressing his forehead against your fingers. “Your life was my life’s best part,” he wanted to sound casual, like this wasn’t the end but he found himself unable to hold back the sniffle. God, he was pathetic but in that moment he didn’t care. “You know that, right?”
prompt : “90, 94, and 100 smut with dom!Oliver queen x sub!reader please /90 - “Get on your knees. Now.” 94 - “You’re so sexy when you’re all hot and bothered.” 100 - “You’re so beautiful all spread out like this, just for me.”
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Oliver was beyond mad when he saw you leaned over, shirt falling slightly in the front and exposing just a little bit of your breasts, ass out on display. Now, you hadn’t planned on making Oliver mad but, since he’s been so busy with being mayor he hasn’t had time to... please you.
The vigilante walked over to you and the man who you were now persuading into buying you a drink or two. His hands lifted your bent over back, stopping right where it curved into your ass. “Honey, I think we better get going, we have a lot of work to do at the office.” He said, starring down the man in front of you two. He didn’t let you say anything before the two of you hopped into his car and sped down the streets of Star City in order to get to his office.
As soon as you two had arrived he shoved you into the room, locking the door behind him. “Did you think it would be funny to tease me like that? Tease that man in the bar?” You shook your head, core aching. “Get on your knees. Now.” You obeyed, quickly falling to your knees. Your eyes watched as Oliver quickly freed himself from his slacks and boxers underneath. His hands palmed at his tough erection as he slowly walked over to you, making your mouth water. “You’re gonna let master use you tonight, since you don’t know how to behave yourself in public.” With his words being spoken you let your mouth fall open and relax as the man above you shoved his cock into your mouth. You held back from gagging as he thrusted in and out of your wet mouth, only focused on making your boyfriend happy.
After using your mouth for his own pleasure for a few minutes, Oliver pulled his cock fro your mouth and his let his cum squirt all over your face, smirking as you licked some of it off your lips.
“Get up, lay on the desk.” He ordered. You did as told, stripping in the process and leaving yourself in your lacy panties and bra. You were soaking wet through your panties, which Oliver could obviously see. He walked in front of your laid out body, hands reaching out and stroking you through your panties. “You’re so beautiful all spread out like this, just for me.” He said in a low tone. “Mine, and only mine.” You nodded furiously and watched as Oliver took his time in removing your bra and panties, before swiping his fingers through your wet folds.
“Oli... please.” You begged, moving around a little.
Oliver looked at you, raising an eyebrow. “What did you just call me?”
You gulped. “Master..” You began, “please do something. Anything, please I want your touch.” You pleaded. Oliver chuckled.
“You’re so sexy when you’re all hot and bothered.” He said. Oliver had the rest of the night planned out, and by the end of you were going to regret teasing him.
A drabble. During the shooting at City Hall in 5x13, Oliver got flashbacks to the last big shooting he was involved in; 4x09. He needs his touchstone. He would normally phone Felicity after an event like this, but he finds himself dialling her number a little faster. His heart pounding in his chest erratically until she picks up and he hears her voice. She says his name as a question unknowing that it's a soothing balm to his soul. She's okay. When he gets back to the bunker, his eyes find her in an instant. Unconsciously he needs visual confirmation that she's alive. She wasn't there this time. A flash of her bloodied and dying in his arms stabs him in the chest. Never again. He can breathe...finally. Until the next time. He wishes he could hold her; feel her flesh against him. Breathe her in. Feel her pulse racing. Feel her heart beating against his. Someday...again...maybe. As of right now he'll settle for her just being alive. He can't imagine a world where she isn't part of his life.
Summary: Truth or dare can lead to more than just embarrassing moments.
Warnings: Smut
Pairings: Oliver Queen x Reader
Requested by @slytherinlyn13 Can you do a Oliver queen truth or dare smut please.
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“Alright YN, it’s your turn.”
I snorted, shaking my head as I brought my bear up to my lips.
“Why are we even playing this game?”
Oliver shrugged, grinning over at me.
“You’re the one who wanted to spend the night in.”
“Yeah, watching a movie or something! Not playing a game from highschool! This is the first night where we don’t have to do any vigilanting.”
I shot him a look, tilting my head to the side.
“Besides you’re the one who invited me over.”
He grinned, shrugging.
“You agreed to the game. So pick, truth or dare.”
I huffed, shaking my head.
“Dare.”
“I dare you to come and sit on my lap.”
I gave him a look before I shrugged, standing up and walking towards him. I placed my hands on his shoulders, lowering myself onto his lap. He looked up at me, grinning.
“Your turn.”
I ran my fingers through his hair, tilting my head to the side.
“Truth or dare?”
“Hmm, dare.”
“I dare you to sit absolutely still for ten minutes, without touching me or talking.”
He made a face, opening his mouth to say something when I placed my finger over his mouth, shaking my head.
“No talking.”
I pulled the timer app up on my phone, putting it on ten minutes, pressing start. I grinned as I moved my hands down his neck, running them over his shoulders and down his arms, playing with each of his fingers before I worked my way back up his arms. I ran my fingers along the neckline of his shirt, grinning when he shivered. I ran my hands down his chest, slowly starting to move my hips.
“YN-”
I shook my head, giving him a look.
“Uh uh uh, no talking.”
Oliver huffed, glaring at me as I stood up, turning so my back was to his chest. I started to roll my hips, leaning back against him, my head on his shoulder. I turned again, pushing myself up against him as I rolled my hips, placing my hands behind his head, playing with his hair as the timer went off. I squealed when he placed his hands on my hips, holding me to him as he flipped us, laying me on the couch, hovering over me, placing his forehead against mine.
“It’s your turn now.”
He ran his hand down my side, playing with the edge of my shirt.
“Truth or dare?”
I grinned, placing my hands on his chest.
“Truth.”
He huffed, placing his head on my shoulder.
“You’re no fun.”
I grinned, shrugging slightly as I ran my fingers through his hair.
“I don’t know, I think I’m fun.”
“I’m forfeiting my turn.”
I rolled my eyes, huffing slightly.
“Truth or dare?”
“Dare.”
“I dare you, to do whatever you want to me.”
He leaned up, giving me a look.
“Anything?”
“Within reason.”
“Take off your shirt.”
I grinned, leaning up, pulling my shirt off, throwing it to the floor as I laid back down.
“Now what?”
“Take off your shorts.”
“You take them off.”
Oliver grinned, pulling his shirt off as he sat up. He snapped the shorts against me, causing me to yelp before he slid them down my legs, pulling my underwear down as well. He pulled his sweats off, his boxers following not long after. He shot me a look before he leaned down, spreading my legs. I grabbed onto his hair when he placed a kiss to my clit. He grinned, pushing a finger into me as he started to kiss and lick me. I moaned, arching into him, causing him to lean up, placing his free hand over me, holding me down.
“Stay still.”
I nodded as he leaned back down, moaning.
“Oh fuck, Ollie I’m gonna cum”
He pushed another finger into me, causing me to yank on his hair harder.
“Ollie!”
I moaned as I came, watching as Oliver leaned up, his face glistening. He stalked forward, leaning down and kissing me. I arched up into him, reaching down and grabbing his cock, causing him to groan, placing his forehead against mine.
“As much as I’d love to feel your mouth on me, I can’t wait.”
I nodded, running his tip along my folds before I placed him at my entrance. He slowly pushed in, both of us moaning as he filled me.
“Fuck Oliver!”
He squeezed my hip, pulling out before he pushed back in, groaning.
“You feel so good wrapped around me.”
“Mhm, faster Ollie.”
He started to move faster, causing me to arch up into him, kissing him.
“Shit, Ollie I’m close.”
“Come on sweetheart, come for me. I’m right behind you.”
Black spots filled my vision as I came, digging my fingers into his arm as he pumped into me a few more times before he came, filling me to the brim. I gasped as he pulled out, letting him move beside me, pulling me into him.
