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Absolute Flash #16 variant cover for DC Comics - out this 06/17/2026 - Love this new design and face! ⚡⚡

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Who's In Charge? | Oliver Queen 18+

Summary: You're Oliver Queen's assistant, when you catch an attitude with Oliver he decides to show you who's in charge

Warnings: mdom, fingering, blowjob, degradation, choking

Names Used: Kitten, slut, y/n, dumb, whore

Word Count: 1766

Written 2021

You look at the text your boss just sent you and frown. No way you're doing that.

You've had to deal with so many weird things whilst being Mr. Queen's personal assistant. Getting blood out of his clothes, patching up weird wounds, even sharpening various weapons. But dropping a giant bag of money off in a random parking lot? You'd legally be an accomplice to whatever he's doing.

You send him a text telling him no and begin to tidy up. You scoff as you clear off his desk, this is what you were hired to do! Boring, legal office duties.

You wonder briefly why you hadn't quit yet, but immediately brush off the thought. You could deal with a little crime if it meant seeing him without a shirt at times. Just thinking about him evokes the familiar heat between your legs. Plus, the pay is double what you were making before.

"Do you understand what's at stake here?" You jump at Oliver's gruff voice. He looks at the bag of money, then at you, and sighs. "If that money isn't there in six hours-" He cuts himself off like he normally does, not telling you exactly what he's involved in. But you get the picture.

His attitude isn't surprising, but you suddenly get angry. All professionalism is throws out the window as you cross your arms. "Why don't you do it yourself?"

His eyes go wide, you've never been so bold before. "That's not important. When I ask you to do something and I expect it to get done."

"That's not part of my job description." You shrug, sitting atop his desk.

"I am you boss, Y/N. You will do as you're told."

"Make me." You challenge, folding your arms across your chest.

Oliver rolls his eyes before striding over to you. He grabs your face and forces you to look up at him. "I am sick of your attitude. The only reason I'm not firing you right now is because I like having something pretty to look at after a long day."

"Oh." You squeak out, gripping onto his arms. You don't remove his hand and you know he can feel the heat rushing to your face.

He scoffs. "What? No smart remark? No bratty comeback? Is this what you needed all along? Someone to tame you? Someone to teach you to be a good girl?"

"I-I'm not-"

"Aw, that's adorable." He teases. "Keep stuttering, I like it when you're all flustered. Like the other night, when you were cleaning the slash on my chest. Do you want to see it again?"

"You're so full of yourself!" You try to protest.

He stares at you for a moment before chuckling. "Alright, I'll stop. In fact, you can go back to your regular duties. Tidying, answering phone calls, picking up dry cleaning. And," He lets go of you, "I won't get this close to you again."

You clutch onto his arms as he tries to pull away. "Wait, don't go." You whisper.

His smile is triumphant. "What was that?"

"I'll be good." You spread your legs on top of his desk and pull him closer. His legs make contact with your crotch and you shiver in anticipation. "I promise."

"There's a good girl." He grabs you chin and lightly brushes his lips against yours. "You'll learn your place soon enough."

He kisses you, harshly pressing his lips against yours. His stuble tickles your face and you relish the smell of his expensive aftershave. You begin to buck your hips into his leg, practically fucking his thigh. He pulls away at once, bringing his hand to you neck. He rests his fingers on the sides of your throat, watching as you squirm beneath him.

"Not so fast, Kitten. You've got to use that voice of yours. Tell me what you want me to do."

"Don't make me say it." You pout. "You know exactly what I want."

He uses his free hand to wander down your body. "While that may be true, I still need to hear you say it. Despite what you may think, I don't want to hurt you." His fingers finally land between your legs. He reaches underneath your skirt and rubs his thumb over your underwear. Wide, soft strokes just to tease you. "Besides," he leans in close, "I want to see you beg."

He continues rubbing his thumb across your underwear, pressing the slightest bit harder when he crosses your clitoris. You gather up the courage to speak, rather embarrassed by how desperate you are.

"I want you to fuck me." You bat your eyelashes up at him. "Please?" You add in as an afterthought.

He smiles. "Oh, I think you can do better than that. Lift up really fast."

You follow his orders and he pulls your underwear off, sliding them down your legs and throwing them across the room. He touches the newly exposed skin between your legs, raising an eyebrow.

"Already so wet. I knew it. You like to act like a bitch, but deep down you're nothing but a little whore." He pushes two fingers inside of you. The lack of resistance or pain further supports his theory. "You like that, slut? You like my fingers inside your tight little pussy?"

You nod, biting your lip to keep from moaning too loud. "Yes. God yes." You place your hand on top of his, encouraging him to squeeze the sides of your throat. That little bit of pressure makes your eyes roll back.

He adds a thumb to your clitoris, rubbing it as he strokes his fingers inside of you. "Don't you wish it were my cock? You can have it, kitten. All you have to do is ask." He stops squeezing your neck, allowing you to think clearly.

"Please, Oliver, fuck me. Shove your cock inside of me and fuck me till I'm sore. Use me up, like the whore that I am. Please, I'll do anything. I have to have you."

"Now that's more like it." He removes his hand from inside you and brings it to his lips. "Mhmm, you're so sweet."

Quickly unbuckling his belt, his bottoms fall to the floor showing off his impressive erection. You worry for only a second, because when he pushes inside of you, you know you're more than ready. Your heat swallows him greedily and you moan at the feeling of being so full.

"Fuck, you feel good." He closes his eyes, savoring your pussy before beginning to stroke in and out of you.

He toys with you, rubbing lightly around your clitoris, pulling his cock all the way out before sinking balls deep back into you. You soon realize he's not just teasing you, he's easing you into it. You reach out to him, laying a hand on his chest. You can feel his erratic heartbeat, hear his heavy breathing. He's enjoying this just as much as you are.

"Can I take off your shirt? I want to see you." You ask, eyeing him up and down.

"Of course you do, you greedy little slut." He pulls back out of you. This time, he circles the tip of his length into your hole before thrusting into you so hard the desk moves beneath the two of you. You cry out, overwhelmed by the sensation. He smirks. "Go ahead. Take off your top while you're at it." He begins pounding into you,  grabbing your thighs as leverage.

You unbutton his dress shirt, something you had picked out for him just to show off his muscles. Of course he looked so much better without it. You run your hands over his chest briefly, afraid you'll hurt the wound you fixed the other day. You remove your shirt and bra, and your exposed tits bounce proudly as he pounds into you.

"Fuck." He bites his lip, grabbing your breast to play with it. "Even better than I imagined."

He see's your shocked face and laughs.

"Of course you'd be oblivious to my desire. You're just a dumb little fuck slut." He pauses his strokes, still toying with your clitoris. "Why do you think I made you wear this skimpy uniform? I wanted you just as much as you wanted me." He begins stroking again, this time at a different angle. He's hitting your g-spot with every thrust, rubbing your clitoris and playing with your nipples.

"Please, don't stop. Fuck me until I come." You beg. "Show me who's in charge! Let me come on your cock!"

He grins. "You're a fast learner, Kitten. You were born to be used, created just to please me. Come for me. Like a little whore. Come for me."

Your nails dig into his toned arms, your toes curl and your body presses up into him. Your orgasm hits you like a train, clouding your thinking entirely. All you feel is the pleasure. He slows with you, easing you back into the real world. He eventually pulls out completely, leaving you feeling weirdly empty.

"Good girl. You made such a mess on my cock." He leans down and kisses your lips until your breathing returns to normal.

You glance down at his erection, practically throbbing, covered with your juices.

He grabs your chin again. "On your knees, kitten. Clean me up."

You kneel in front of him, taking him into your mouth. You start slow, licking around his sensitive head. The mixture of precum and your own arousal brings a moan to your throat. He gasps, pushing your head further down.

"That's it, use that tongue of yours. I'm going to coat that throat with my come. You'd like that, wouldn't you? My filthy girl."

His words encourage you to speed up, trying not to gag as he reaches the back of your throat. You change tactics, relaxing your throat and locking your jaw open, allowing him to freely thrust into your face. You roll your tongue on the bottom of his shaft and cup his balls, squeezing softly.

He fumbles, gripping the edge of the desk as his breathing becomes soft gasping. "Take it, slut. Swallow my fucking load."

His cock twitches in your throat, unleashing the warm liquid. You do your best to swallow it all while he grunts, coming down from his high. He pulls out of your mouth, and some of him dribbles down your chin. He scoops it up with his thumb, bringing it back up to your mouth. You gently clean his finger off, happy for the much smaller task.

"Look at you, it's as if there's not a single thought in your head." He chuckles, helping you stand back up. "This comes so naturally to you. Like you're meant to be my submissive little slut. With a bit more practice, you'll be perfect. Now, get cleaned up and do as you were told."

[cherlovespink]

bombshell!

synopsis: how the dc guys would be with model!reader (hal jordan, barry allen, and wally west!)

notes: this is a silly one, but i think this is such a cute concept (and there are NO physical descriptions, we’re all gorgeous models, ladies <33). also lmk if you wanna see this with anyone else! anywaysss reblogs and comments always appreciated, enjoy! xoxo - cherie

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hal jordan would loveeee the fact that you’re a model. why? not only can he rub it in everyone’s face that he has a girlfriend so gorgeous she gets paid for it, but he gets countless photos of you looking sickeningly beautiful. 

when the two of you first started going out, you hadn’t even revealed your job to him until a few dates in. he wasn’t surprised by any means—i mean, look at you. however, he was shocked in the sense that he couldn’t believe you didn’t tell him sooner. 

“i don’t see the big deal,” you giggle softly, “it’s my job.” 

“are you kidding me? if i had your job i’d tell everyone,” he smiles, shaking his head to himself at how your humility comes to you with ease. 

and, once the two of you are official, he only becomes more obsessed. he’ll call you at any and every shoot, asking to see pictures, asking if you want coffee, asking if they need a hot male counterpart in the photos (he’s teasing, but you know he’d take you up on it in a heartbeat). 

the first time you invite him to one of your shows really should’ve been the last time. despite your countless pleas for him to be polite and, well, normal, considering this was a high profile event, hal still cheered like a maniac once you took to the stage. but, could you even blame him? you’re just too pretty to keep quiet about, he’d say. 

and god forbid you ever have a shoot for victoria’s secret, because those will be the pictures he chooses to keep in his wallet and as his wallpaper. 

“what?” he smiles. 

“you couldn’t choose a photo with more…clothing?” you roll your eyes smiling, amused, but not surprised that this is his favorite. 

“now why would i do that? all they do is hide your beautiful body from me, baby,” he’ll wink, now more determined than ever to keep that as his lock screen. 

~

barry allen sort of views your relationship as a cliche. you’re this beautiful, amazing model, and he’s…well he’s there. he doesn’t ever consider the fact that he might just be very handsome and also literally the flash. no, in his head your the stunning popular girl out of his league, and he’s the nerdy loser who just got lucky. and he couldn’t be happier.

and, while he’s so proud of you, and maybe feels a little ego boost knowing a model loves him, he will find any reason to worry and fuss over you. especially when you’re busy. 

you’ll be in milan for an event one night, settling into your hotel room after a long day of prep for the show. and just as you’re settling into bed, you’ll hear two soft, but unmistakably excited knocks on your door. you smile to yourself, getting up and answering the door, unsurprisingly finding barry on the other side. 

“hi baby,” he smiles, a little sheepish considering he just ran across the atlantic on a wednesday to see you. “i just wanted to check up on you…maybe sleepover?” he asks like you two haven’t been dating for awhile now. 

you giggle tiredly, letting him inside fully before wrapping your arms around his neck to hug him. resting your head on his shoulder, you smile softly saying, “if you wanted to check up on me, you could’ve called, honey. i don’t want you wasting energy just to see me anytime i travel.” 

he scoffs slightly, as if the mere implication that he might not fuss over you is offensive. resting his head atop yours, he replies, “nothing related to you is a waste. now let me take care of my baby…please.” he’ll say softly, yet you both know he’s not leaving room for you to resist. 

you two will end up on the bed, you laying back on some fluffed pillows while he sits a little further down, rubbing your sore feet. you’ve learned that there’s no point in arguing with him once he’s set on caring for you. 

just as you start to doze off, he’ll press a kiss to your ankle before tucking you in. he’ll strip down to his underwear (european hotels need more airflow for speedsters) and crawl into bed next to you, pulling you into his arms. 

he’ll press a soft kiss to your head, whispering an, “i love you,” before dozing off, as well. 

when you wake up in the morning, he’s already ran back to central city, but you’ll find some pastries on the bedside table. next to them is a little note which reads, “good morning, angel! donut work too hard today…(get it!) text me when you wake up, i love you! - barry.” 

~

wally west may or may not have been crushing on you from afar since he saw you on an ad in the mall one day. and yeah, he was there when some villain just so happened to be terrorizing the city you had a show in. and what are the odds he’d end up saving you from the burning building you were about to have your show in? he even got to carry you outside bridal style, all hero like. in all seriousness, it was just a total coincidence, but wally wasn’t complaining one bit. once away from the chaos, he smiled down at you in his arms. 

“you alright?”

“yeah um…you’re the flash.” 

he chuckled softly on the outside, but his inner monologue sounded more like “yes! she knows who i am!” 

once the two of you got talking (and he finally set you down), you both seemed to click almost immediately. the two of you hit it off so fast, in fact, that you’d scheduled a date for the very next evening. 

and, once the two of you started dating for real, wally was even more crazy about you. he’d make sure to remind anyone in the league or any of the titans that he had a model as his girl any chance he could. and, even worse, he’d show up uninvited to your shoots all the time. 

“excuse me, can you ask your…friend to leave, please?” one of the designers would ask you as you get your makeup done. 

you look over at your loving boyfriend, giving you an enthusiastic thumbs up from across the room (where he’s stolen about half of the pastries provided for everyone). you smile softly at him, giving him a little wave before turning back to the director. 

“if i ask him to be quiet can he stay?” 

the director grumbles rolling his eyes, before reluctantly agreeing and walking away to tend to other business. you giggle softly to yourself and motion for wally to come over to you. 

“baby, they’re asking your to be a little quieter,” you smile softly looking up at him from your chair. 

he kneels down next to you so you two can be eye-level. “who, me? i’ve been quiet as a mouse,” he smiles, knowing that’s not really true. In reality, he’d cheer you on as enthusiastically as possible anytime you were posing. “besides, they barely notice me. one of the photographers almost ran into me a few minutes ago.” 

“i think that’s called ignoring, babe,” you giggle softly. 

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DC/Marvel Crossover Review: THE FLASH/FANTASTIC FOUR #1

Review: THE FLASH/FANTASTIC FOUR #1

Writer: Jeremy Adams Artist: Adrián Gutiérrez Colorist: Romulo Fajardo Jr. Letterer: Josh Reed   Reviewed by: Joshua Raynor   Summary The Flash/Fantastic Four #1 is a digital-first one-shot published under DC’s DC GO! imprint, available exclusively via DC Universe Infinite. The issue dives further into the "Infiniverse," bringing together Barry Allen (The Flash) and Marvel’s First Family in a high-speed, multiversal adventure that centers on Gorilla Grodd, who is after Reed Richards’ mental-amplification technology, and manipulates Barry as part of his scheme.

  Positives Getting to see The Flash team up with the Fantastic Four — two icons from different corners of the comic book world — is something I never realized I wanted, until now. Jeremy Adams delivers a lean, high-concept one-shot that leans into the core of what makes both The Flash and the Fantastic Four compelling. Adams brings out a natural synergy between Barry’s logical, detective-like approach and Reed's brilliant but often emotionally distant intellect. Their dynamic works well — you feel the mutual respect, and the occasional competitiveness. The Fantastic Four are portrayed faithfully: Reed is analytical, Sue is both caring and pragmatic, Johnny has his trademark spark, and Ben, a.k.a. The Thing, brings groundedness and heart. The conflict doesn’t just come from Grodd — there’s real tension in how Barry and Reed wrestle with the moral and scientific implications of the amplifier. Grodd feels like a worthy antagonist here: his ambition, his manipulation, and his threat-level all feel appropriate for a crossover. He isn’t just causing mischief; his ambition is worldwide mental domination, which would absolutely branch out through the multiverse, if given the opportunity.

Because it’s a digital webcomic formatted for vertical scroll, Adams leans into the Speed Force as more than just the source of Barry’s power, as it becomes a pertinent storytelling device. He uses it to propel the narrative through different time/space beats, which allows for some fun glimpses and cameos from some classic, fan-favorite Flash characters.

Adrián Gutiérrez’s art is energetic. His style captures both the sleekness of The Flash and the more blocky, powerful physiques of the Fantastic Four. Romulo Fajardo Jr.'s vibrant colors help emphasize movement, energy, and emotion, with lightning trails, cosmic backgrounds, and mental-energy effects that are all rendered exceptionally well. The way time/space shifts are rendered is particularly effective, as you can feel the instability, but it never becomes confusing. Instead, it carries a sense of wonder, which is exactly what you want in a genre-bending crossover.

Negatives As a single-issue crossover, there’s only so much room for setup, character work, and resolution. Some plot threads feel brushed over, and the climax, while satisfying, doesn’t fully explore the ramifications of Grodd’s plan. The story is built very much for its webcomic, vertical scroll style. For people who prefer reading a more traditional comic layout, this may be a bit jarring.   Verdict The Flash/Fantastic Four #1 is a very solid one-shot and a successful experiment in cross-publisher storytelling. While it’s not perfect — especially given the limitations of a single-issue and vertical-scroll format — it delivers on concept, character, and fun. The art and pacing lean into the strengths of both mythologies, and it feels like a real celebration of classic Silver Age energy. If you’re a fan of either character (or both), this is absolutely worth checking out. Even if you’re just curious about digital comics or crossovers, this is a strong entry point. It’s not the most earth-shattering comic of the year, but it’s a fun, high-speed, high-stakes ride. The Flash/Fantastic Four #1 by Jeremy Adams, Adrián Gutiérrez and Romulo Fajardo Jr. is now available to read exclusively on DC UNIVERSE INFINITE.   Score: 4/5

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