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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Summary: Tessa had a lot of feelings about the episode, so she wrote a Donny piece. Enjoy! (SPOILERS FOR CRISIS BELOW)
Donny's eyes flew open, his balance delicately thrown off as he gazed around his dad's bunker for what felt like the hundredth time that week.
"What the hell just happened?" His sister whispered beside him.
His sister.
Mia.
She was alive. He barreled toward her at breakneck speed, engulfing his twin in his arms, grateful to see that she made it. A strained gasp came from the gurney in the center of the cave, and Donny felt his blood run cold.
"Dad" He whispered, rushing forward to the side of the bed, barely able to recognize the features of Oliver Queen through the bloodstained bruises that outlined his face, strained breaths and gasps passing his lips with hardship.
"No," Donny murmured, unable to comprehend the sight before him. His stomach dropped, knotting itself as his chest constricted, eyes pricking with unshed tears.
**
"Mia…Donny…" Oliver breathed, a ghost of a smile on his face as eyes that looked so much like his stared down at him. For a moment Oliver thought he was looking at himself and Felicity.
That she was here to see this.
He even thought he saw the slightest bit of Willa in them.
Their determination.
Their drive to save others.
She had raised them right. He had made the right choice.
"Remember--what---I said" He coughed, unable to tear his gaze away from the two loves of his life, "Find your mother--Find William"
Donny shook his head, a strained sob leaving his mouth as Oliver's fingers tightened around his son's hand, "tell them how much I love them."
"tell Willa--" his breathing turned ragged, slowing down as he could feel the beating of his pulse come close to halting, "Tell her--"
He coughed again. Perhaps the Monitor was right, perhaps the universe was determined to keep some things secret.
"She knows," he said instead, spending his last moments with his kids. His beautiful children. The best of him.
His legacy.
They were proof that he had done this right.
They were proof that these past eight and half years hadn’t been for nothing.
They were alive.
Now they needed to stay that way.
"Survive" Oliver implored, his last breath spent echoing the same words his father had given him all those years ago.
**
Donny couldn't hold it back.
He reached for his father, his grasp on the lifeless hand growing tighter, trying to squeeze the life back into it.
As if his strength alone was enough to bring the man back.
He didn’t want to survive.
Not alone.
Not without his father.
"Dad," He whispered, his voice breaking as he repeated the word over and over again, "Dad please," his tone shook, "don’t go. You can't go."
Hot tears marched down his face, burning his lips as he brought his head to Oliver's chest, Mia shaking beside him.
They had lost their dad a second time.
What were they supposed to do now?
I’m not gonna be tagging anyone because of spoilers, but there will be more COIE oneshots in the future, so let me know if you wanna be included in that!
Also, I don’t believe Oliver is dead. I think Barry is gonna end up running through time again and that saves his life/retcons some of the crossover.
Imagine ending up in the hospital after a fight and Barry calls your brother Oliver.
“Barry, what’s up?” Oliver picks up in a cheery tone. Him and Barry had grown closer since Barry was keeping an eye on you while you were in central city.
“Y/N is in the hospital…” Barry says in tears over the phone. “Some of zooms people attacked her when she was on her way home from my house… I-I was too late to save her…” Oliver drops the phone rushing out of his house and drives straight to central city.
You had been sleeping for hours due to the pain killers the doctors had you on. You were not looking good but you were stable and going to pull through. Once Oliver arrived at the hospital, Barry tried holding him back from going to your room.
“Look She is stable, and sleeping…you don’t need to see her like this…” he says trying to spare your brother from seeing your current state.
“She’s my sister Barry! I need to see her.” He shoves past him going to your room and stops when he sees your through the window. He slowly walks into your room standing next to your bed with tears in his eyes, trying to stop himself from crying. Barry walks in and touches Oliver’s shoulder lightly.
“I’m sorry…I didn’t hear her until they already did this… it’s all my fault.”
“No. You couldn’t have known it was going to happen.” Oliver turns back you you kneeling next to your bed taking your hand in his, kissing it lightly. “Hang in there sis…” he closes his eyes a tear falling.
After a few days your body had time to start healing and you were doing much better. Barry had been there with you all the time but every time Oliver came you were asleep. While joking around with Barry about how you were going to kick some serious ass when you got out of the hospital, Oliver walked in and you smiled widely at him.
“Look who is finally awake.” He smiles, walking over to your bed side.
“Guess you can never get rid of me.” You giggle hugging him.
Day 21 of the 25 Days of Winter Fics! I forgot how excited I was for this one!
Working late nights at the precinct was nothing new for you. Often nights, you found yourself staying there long enough to see three different shift changes. You weren’t the only one that did this, though. Your captain, Quentin Lance, was also usually there late. The few nights that he did get out early were the nights that his daughter, Laurel, came in to drag him out of the office.
Tonight, however, Laurel didn’t stop by so you and Quentin had both been there since nine this morning. As one of the head detectives, you worked closely with your captain. You had planned on calling tonight an early night so that you could catch the premiere of your favorite t.v. show. You were finishing up with your paper work when Quentin called you into his office.
“What’s up, Captain?” you asked. His back was turned to you and you looked at where he was looking. On the T.V. screen was a news report. Killer Frost was attacking the city, coating everything with snow and ice. “Holy shit,” you said.
“Uh huh,” he said with a sigh. It was no surprise that the captain had had a heart attack last year. With everything that happened in this city, you would too if you were in charge.
“So I guess I’m not calling it an early night,” you said.
“Nope. Sorry,” he said, looking down at you.
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll go get my belt,” you said, walking towards the door. You put your hand on the door knob, but pulled it away a moment later.
“What?” he asked.
“Nothing,” you said in confusion. “It’s just really, really cold.” You knew that Quentin was watching the door just as carefully as you were. The door opened and you breathed a sigh of relief until you laid eyes on the solid wall of ice blocking your way.
“God dammit,” Quentin said, walking towards the doorway. He knocked on the wall of ice, but it seemed pretty damn thick as nothing moved away. Looking to the windows, you noticed a growing layer of ice forming around them.
“Captain!” you said.
“Dammit,” he said again. He started running towards one of the last windows, hoping to break through it. He was too late, and ran into a glass window that shattered against his shoulder, but he was stopped by the ice wall. He fell down to the floor, clutching onto the now bleeding shoulder.
“Quentin,” you said, running towards him.
“I’m fine.” You looked up at him deadpanned and he sighed.
“Take off your coat.” He did and rolled up the sleeve of his shirt. There was only a small cut on his shoulder, thankfully. He pointed at a back up shirt in his drawer that you took out a ripped. You wrapped it around his wound, using your mouth to tighten it.
“Thanks,” he said. You looked up at him and realized how close you were.
“Yeah.” You dusted off your pants and stood up. You knocked on the ice walls in a couple of different places but it seemed solid all around. “What are we gonna do?”
“I guess hope the arrow shows up,” he said with a bitter smile. You laughed and walked back towards him. You held out a hand for him and he took it. He walked back out to his desk. He fiddled with his walkie talkie and phone, but neither were working.
“So I guess we’re stuck, then.” He nodded.
“We’ll probably be here for a while, too,” he said. You sighed.
“Might as well get comfortable,” you said, sitting down on one of the chairs facing his desk, kicking your feet up onto the other. He laughed and sighed, too.
“Can I ask you a question?” he asked.
“Sure.”
“Why is the T.V. still working?” You looked over at it and watched as more and more of the town began to get covered in ice. You shrugged, and not two seconds after you did it cut off.
“I guess it’s not anymore.” He chuckled.
“That seems about right. Sorry about your early night.”
“That’s okay. You’re not responsible. Luckily I have a DVR. What about you, did you have any plans?” He laughed and shook his head.
“Yes, actually.”
“Oh. I didn’t mean to insinuate that you-”
“Don’t worry,” he said, holding up a hand. “I don’t usually have any plans. But my daughter was trying to set me up with a woman tonight.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah, so tonight wasn’t actually bad timing.” You chuckled.
“Are you saying you’re glad that a villain attacked our city?” He laughed and shook his head.
“No, but it couldn’t have been more perfectly timed.” You both laughed again.
“If you don’t mind me asking, why weren’t you excited for this date?” you asked. He shrugged.
“It’s a blind date.”
“Well, maybe she was your soulmate.”
“I doubt that. She was a reporter,” he said, grimacing. You laughed again. “You know,” he said. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you laugh this much.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever heard you be this funny,” you said, smiling at him. He smiled back and you felt yourself blush a little. You had spent plenty of time with the captain before. Most of your days were spent together but this was different.
“Well, you’re good company. There isn’t anyone else in this office I would rather spend the rest of the world with.” You giggled again.
“Me either. And we might have to repopulate the world, too. I couldn’t imagine doing that with Hank,” you said, talking about your partner. He laughed and looked at you curiously. It was then that you realized what you said. “Not that I was assuming anything, sir.”
“No, you’re right,” he said, smiling slightly. “We might have to repopulate the earth. I couldn’t imagine doing that with Hank either.” You snorted, relaxing a little.
“Could you imagine yourself doing it with your blind date?” you asked, standing up and sitting on the edge of his desk.
“No.”
“With me?” you asked nervously. You were fiddling with something on his desk, and he started tracing his fingertips over your hand.
“Well, if we have to repopulate the earth, of course.” You smiled and you locked eyes.
“Right. I mean, it’s our duty.” He stood up and nodded.
“Exactly. We wouldn’t be very good cops if we didn’t think about the future of our city.” You nodded and watched as he walked around his desk so that you were facing again.
“Right,” you said, taking his hand back in yours. You just played with his fingers for a while, not looking back up at his eyes. “How long do you think we’ll be in here?”
“I don’t know. I’m not even sure how long we’ve been in here so far,” he said, stepping closer to you so that you had to push your legs open for him to stand in between. He nodded up at the clock and you noticed that it was frozen. “Ya know, I like the way you laugh,” he said. “Always have.” You grabbed onto his tie and smiled.
“I’ve always liked your stupid jokes,” you said. He laughed and trailed a hand gently up your thigh. “Well,” you said, giving his tie a little tug. “Since neither of us know how long we’ve been in here, and we’d both like to do our civil service to the world, maybe we should-”
“I completely agree,” he said, cutting you off.
“Are you sure that’s okay, Captain?” you asked. He didn’t answer but instead brought himself closer to you. You pulled on his tie just enough so that your lips finally met. You had never kissed your boss before, but assumed that the butterflies in your stomach had something to do with the excitement of it. You definitely weren’t suppose to be making out with your Captain. You also were definitely not suppose to knock everything off of his desk so that you two could lay out flat on it. And you were almost positive that you should not have started kicking off your shoes and unbuttoning his shirt either as you continued to kiss.
But the world was ending. Desperate times call for desperate measures.
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.
Summary: Who knows, maybe instead of third times the charm, it’s fifth times the charm.
Warnings: None
Pairings: Oliver Queen x Female!Reader
Requested: @slytherinlyn13 are you still doing wedding oneshots? If so can you do a Oliver queen
AN: Technically my wedding oneshots are closed cause that was from a while back like last year I think 😂 but my regular requests are open so here you go! And I’m working on you’re other request to!
Also this is set in my Oliver Queen series universe I’m currently working on that I haven't posted yet 😅 But I’m working on it!
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Guess who’s returned to the land of the living! This girl!
“You sure you want to do this? There’s still time to back out.”
I laughed, shaking my head as I reached for my glass of champagne.
“Shut up. I didn’t run for it the first four times.”
Felicity grinned, nodding.
“True. Hopefully this time you can actually make it down the aisle and through the vows.”
“True. But even if, I’m not going anywhere.”
“Unless nazi’s show up.”
Huffing, I waved a finger at Felicity.
“That was one time, and out of our control, and not even our wedding.”
“Sure Ms I’m going to play the self sacrifice card for someone they’ve only met twice who’s apparently their doppleganger from another world.”
I rolled my eyes, shaking my head.
“Do you give Oliver this much hell when he does the exact same thing, like every week?”
Felicity nodded, standing up.
“You know it. Now come on, the car is waiting for us.”
I laughed as I stood up, Felicity running around the room, making sure we had everything. I followed behind her, turning and rushing back into the room, grabbing the bottle of champagne, causing Felicity to laugh.
“Alcoholic.”
I rolled my eyes, sliding into the limo behind her.
“Whatever. You know you want some too.”
She grinned, grabbing to glasses.
“You know it.”
When we got to the venue, Thea was already there waiting for us as the limo pulled up, her hands on her hips.
“Where have you two been?1 you were supposed to be here an hour ago!”
Me and Felicity shared a look, holding onto each other before we broke out into laughter. Thea huffed, rolling her eyes as she walked in between us, forcing us apart, grabbing onto our arms, leading us inside.
“I can’t believe you two are drunk.”
I gasped, looking over at Thea, slightly shaking my head.
“We are not drunk!”
Felicity started to laugh again, causing me to make a face at her.
“Okay, Felicity is slightly drunk. But I’m not! You know I can’t get drunk, even if I tried. I’m just, barely even there tipsy.”
“You’re getting married today.”
“Who knows, we might not even make it through the ceremony like the last four times!”
Thea snorted, shaking her head as we came to the bridal suite.
“I am definitely telling Ollie you said that.”
I shrugged, flopping down onto the bed.
“Go ahead. He knows how I am.”
I lifted myself up onto my elbows, turning my head towards Thea, grinning.
“It’s why he wants to marry me.”
Thea shook her head as Felicity fell into another laughing fit, almost falling out of the chair, causing Thea to sigh.
“Alright, you need to sober up. I am going to get you some coffee.”
She turned towards me, shaking her head.
“Sarah should be here shortly. She can deal with you while I make sure everythings good on Ollie’s end.”
I gave her a thumbs up, falling back onto the bed.
Thea knocked on the door, pushing it open not long after. Oliver was standing in front of the mirror, Diggle and Barry lounging in the chairs.
“Hey Barry. When did you get here?”
Barry smiled at Thea shrugging.
“Not too long. Iris should be with the girls.”
Thea nodded, looking over at her brother.
“How is she?”
Thea grinned, walking towards Oliver.
“Felicity is drunk. YN said she’s barely even there tipsy, which I’d believe if they weren’t both an hour late and laughing like idiots when they got here.”
Diggle laughed, shaking his head.
“I owe Lila fifty bucks now.”
Oliver turned, making a face.
“Why?”
“I bet that YN wouldn’t show up drunk to the wedding till wedding number ten. Lila bet wedding number five.”
“We wouldn’t have made it to number ten.”
Barry grinned as Diggle smirked, tilting his head to the side.
“Why not? Figure she wouldn’t want to keep postponing it?”
Oliver shook his head, smirking.
“Because if she had it her way, we would’ve already gone to the courthouse and gotten married.”
“Why didn’t you?”
Oliver shook his head, huffing.
“Because after all I’ve put her through, she deserves better than a courthouse wedding.”
Thea smiled, grabbing Oliver’s hand in hers.
“Well, clearly she loves you since she’s stuck by you this entire side. Plus, it’s a bonus that she hasn’t dragged you to the courthouse yet anyway.”
She shrugged, grinning.
“Not like you could really stop her either.”
Oliver laughed, pushing his sister towards the door.
“Go make sure she’s ready.”
Thea grinned, standing in the doorway.
“Why? Afraid she won’t be walking down the aisle?”
Oliver huffed, nodding.
“Yes.”
“Ready?”
I nodded as Thea and Sarah flittered around my dress, smoothing and pulling in certain areas, causing me to huff as I used my powers to push them away.
“Can you not? I’m good. Now let's go get me married.”
Felicity laughed as she handed me my bouquet.
“Yeah, we’ve only been here four other times.”
Sarah grinned, moving to push the doors open.
“How many dresses does this make? Two?”
I grinned, shaking my head.
“Nope, three. The first one we couldn’t get the blood out of it, the second one caught on fire and then the third was ripped to shreds. None of which was my fault. Hopefully this dress lasts.”
“Hopefully this wedding is actually a wedding and not-”
“Like the other four?”
I laughed, nodding.
“Well, at least this time everyone’s actually here. Maybe with a room full of heroes, we’ll actually make it through the freaking entrance.”
They all laughed as we came to a stop outside the doors. They flittered around me once more, causing me to huff as the music started to play. The girls got into position, Thea turning back towards me, grinning.
“Sure you don’t want to make a run for it? There’s still time.”
I laughed, shaking my head as I used my powers to push her forward.
“Shut up and walk.”
Walking down the aisle, I had to bite my tongue so I wouldn’t laugh at Oliver. Don’t get me wrong, it was a sweet moment, walking down the aisle to the love of my life, but Oliver was crying, tears streaming down his face with a smile so big, he was making my cheeks hurt. I’ve seen him crying before, but this was different. Coming to a stop in front of him after I handed Thea my bouquet, I laughed when Oliver pulled me to him, kissing me, causing everyone else to laugh.
“Not yet Mr. Queen.”
Oliver shot a smirk at the priest, shrugging.
“I just couldn’t help myself.”
“Sucker.”
Oliver grinned at me, giving my hands a gentle squeeze as the priest started to talk. In all fairness, I probably should’ve been listening to what he was saying, but I couldn’t take my eyes off of Oliver. I shook my head when Oliver slightly pushed me, causing him to grin.
“Now you made me write these vows, so you better be listening.”
I grinned, shrugging slightly.
“I’m listening. I just can’t get over the fact that we’ve actually made it to the vows without someone crashing us.”
“Well now, don’t jinx it. There’s still time.”
The priest coughed, drawing our attention to him.
“It’s time for your vows Mr Queen.”
Oliver nodded, turning back towards me, smiling.
“This is gonna be so cheesy. But here I go.”
He took a deep breath, and I couldn’t help but watch his chest rise and fall.
“Before I met you, I had a plan. I had a way how I was going to be, my life, everything. But then you showed up and you changed everything. I was in the darkness but you’re compassion, your trust, your wit, and your love brought me into the light. You let me know, and you showed me that I deserved it. You were the light, my light. And I don’t know if I still deserve that trust, if I deserve you. I probably don’t, but whatever happened, whatever will happen, the way you make me feel is the best part of my life. You are my always and forever.”
I sniffled, tightening my grip on his hands as I reached up, wiping my eyes.
“Oh my god, Felicity and Sarah are going to kill us both for messing up all their hard work. And I’m gonna kill you for making me cry you sucker.”
Everyone laughed, Oliver shaking his head.
“You love me too much.”
“Well clearly else we wouldn’t be here. Now shut up, it’s my turn.”
Oliver laughed, grinning at me.
“Well of course my dear.”
I huffed slightly, glaring at him.
“Well, seeing as you’ve already made me cry, I think it’s my turn to make you cry. You;ve said time and time again, that I was the one who saved you, brought you out of the darkness when really, it’s the other way around. You’ve saved me more times than I can count. You’ve stuck by my side even when I didn’t want you there. When I’m down, you’ve picked me up. When I’m weak, you’ve been my strength. And through it all, no matter what, you’ve loved me. Something I never thought I deserved. You say you don’t deserve me, or my love, but I say you deserve that and so much more. So, even though we’ve been here four times before, it doesn’t matter. All that really matters is you, me and our love for each other.”
I grinned as Oliver sniffled, sticking my tongue out at him.
“I told you I’d make you cry.”
Oliver huffed, turning towards the priest.
“Mind hurrying it up a bit so I can kiss her already?”
The priest laughed, nodding.
“Of course. We’ve already done the rings so all that’s left is, by the power invested in me by Starling City, I now pronounce you, husband and wife.”
The priest laughed as Oliver pulled me to him, kissing me.
“You may now kiss the bride.”
I smiled into the kiss, placing one hand on Oliver’s cheek. Leaning back just a tad, I looked up at him, running my fingers along his cheek.
“I love you.”
He smiled, slightly shaking his head as he gave me another quick kiss.
Summary: He was supposed to be home already. But he’s not and now he’s got some making up to do.
Warnings: Some Angst, Fluff, Smut
Pairings: Stephen Amell x Reader
AN: Smut ain't my forte but hey I’ll give it a shot 😂
Request: @slytherinlyn13 Hi I’m the one who requested the stephen amell imagine. Can you make it a smut. Where he gets home late and the reader upset but he makes it up to her😏
Wow look at me getting two things posted today 😂 I’m so proud 😂😂
Five o’clock, the time he was supposed to come home. That was eight hours ago. Now it’s one in the morning and I’m pissed off and tired. Usually when he’s going to stay out later than originally planned, he’d either call or text me to let me know but this time it’s been radio silence. I don’t know whether to be worried or pissed off. So far I’m just pissed off. Though there is a part of me that is worried that he’s dead somewhere, lying in a ditch. But the majority of me is just pissed off. My texts and calls were unanswered, only serving to tick me off more. I looked up when I heard my dog bark, walking out of our room and down the hall, stopping in the doorway. Stephen was kneeling on the floor, Whiskey laying on her back, her tag wagging as Stephen rubbed her belly. I cleared my throat, drawing both of their attention to me. Whiskey jumped up, her tail between her legs as she left the room. Stephen stood up, offering me a smile as he walked towards me.
“Hey sweetheart.”
He leaned down to kiss me, but I took a step back, shaking my head, causing him to make a face.
“What’s wrong?”
“Eight hours. That’s how late you are! You told me you’d be home at five! It’s one in the morning! If you weren’t going to be home you should've called!”
I shook my head, glaring as he took a step towards me.
“Hell a text would’ve been better than fucking radio silence!”
He managed to back me up into the wall, and I glared as I shoved at his chest, yelling.
“Do you know how worried I’ve been? I thought you were dead in a ditch!”
I shook my head, biting the inside of my cheek, trying to keep the tears at bay as I sniffed, whispering.
“I thought you were dead.”
Stephen placed his hands on my cheeks, his thumbs wiping the stray tears that had fallen as he leaned down, placing a soft kiss against my lips. He leaned back, placing his forehead against mine.
“I’m sorry. Filming went longer than I thought it would and I just completely forgot to have Anne text you.”
One of his hands went down to my hand, taking it in his.
“I really am sorry. Let me make it up to you?”
I huffed slightly, looking up at him.
“How?”
He grinned, stepping closer to me, kissing up my neck and along my jaw.
“Well how else do I make things up to you?”
I laughed, yelping when he picked me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me down the hall, flicking the light to the bedroom on, kicking the door shut so Whiskey wouldn’t bother us as he kneeled on the edge of the bed, laying me down. He leaned down to kiss me as he pulled his shirt off. I ran my hands along his chest as he pushed the shirt I was wearing up, causing me to lean up so he could pull it off, leaving me in my underwear. Stephen kicked his shoes off, pushing his sweats down. He kissed down my chest, moving one hand behind me, arching me up into him.
“Stephen-”
He grinned, looking up at me as he kissed down my leg, doing the same to my other leg.
“Fuck Stephen do something!”
“What do you want? Hmm?”
I huffed, balling my hands into fists as I leaned up, glaring at him.
“Aren’t you supposed to be kissing ass? Touch me dammit!”
He ran his fingers along my side and down my leg, circling back to the inside of my thigh.
“I am touching you.”
I scoffed as I laid back down, shaking my head.
“You suck at-”
I moaned when he placed a kiss on my clit, sucking on it.
“Fuck Stephen!”
I felt him grin as he pushed a finger into me, causing me to ball the sheets in my hands. He would change pace, speeding up only to slow back down causing me to huff and groan. When he leaned up, hovering over me to kiss me, I wrapped my legs around his waist, my arms circling around his neck. Using all my strength I flipped us so I was straddling him, grinning down at him.
“If you’re not going to make up for worrying me to death, I’ll just do it.”
I reached behind me, grabbing his cock, rubbing it between my lips before I slowly sunk down, moaning as I did. Stephen’s hands came to rest on my hips, squeezing slightly as I lifted myself up. I rocked back and forth, keeping it at my own pace until the hold he had on me tightened, moving me to his pace. He sat up, wrapping his arms around me, kissing my neck.
“Fuck Stephen, right there!”
He grinned as he bit my soft spot, causing me to moan out as I rocked against him.
“Ugh fuck Stepehn, I’m gonna cum.”
He flipped us, hovering over me, leaning down to my ear, whispering.
“Then cum.”
I closed my eyes as I arched into him, grabbing onto his arm as I tightened my legs around him.
“Shit Stephen!”
Stephen came not long after me, squeezing my thighs so I’d let him go. I whimpered as he pulled out, watching with bleary eyes as he walked to the bathroom, coming back with a washrag. He gently pried my legs open, cleaning me. I heard the rag hit the floor, closing my eyes when I felt the bed dip, Stephen laying down beside me, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me into him. I drew lazy patterns on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.
“I love you. And I promise, next time I’ll let you know if I’m going to be late.”
Stephen looked down at me, smiling when he saw I was already asleep, leaning down and kissing my forehead.
