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angelltheninth · 1 year

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Being friends with benefits with Bruce, Nightwing, Red Hood and Oliver Queen?

Ah I don't many requests like this for the DC characters. But I feel like I should definitely branch out.

Pairing: Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Oliver Queen x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, friends with benefits, hickies, cock riding, aftercare, rough sex, cunnilingus, everyone here is bad at feelings

A/N: I have some ideas for fwb with other fandoms too. Reblog, comment and all that good stuff and let me know what you think. Also DM me if you'd to get on my DC taglist.

Bruce doesn't really do friends with benefits. With him you're either in a committed relationship or you're casual. If you're his friend and you're having sex then assume you've already moved into girlfriend territory. There's no way he can look deeply into your eyes while having sex with you every night and not fall for you. He can't resist you, so you should expect that after every rough pounding there must come gentle cuddles, a very little words. When he goes really rough on you he likes to cool and wash your body with a towel, maybe leaving a few more hickies in the process, not possessive, just admiring you.

Jason likes the arrangement a lot because he doesn't have to lose you as a friend but he also doesn't have to pretend that he's not attracted to you. He's seen you openly gawking at him, he likes it, a lot and at those times he will show off a little extra just to turn you on and afterwards get on his knees to finish what he started. God you taste good on his tongue. Ride his mouth, he can take it, he can hold your legs on his shoulders all night if needed, he just wants to hear you moan for him and be free to leave afterwards with no strings attached, other then your friendship but that's a whole other story.

Dick would agree to it and like it at first but would catch feelings pretty fast. He's already very affectionate towards you and sex just amplified those emotions. It became clear to him that this type of relationship won't work. But he also doesn't want to lose you as a friend. He's conflicted, he fucks you harder then he ever has before, trying to get rid of these feelings before they overwhelm him. He can't stop, he's not getting soft, he just keeps on going until you push him away because your pussy feels so sore. Only then does he notice how many rounds it has been. He didn't mean to go this hard, he just... loves you. There he said it, finally. He's been doing it all backwards and now, now he wants you for real, sex, love, romance all of it.

Oliver has had many friends with benefits in the past. Of course he has, so he figures that it'll be no different with you. Hanging out with you, laughing and throwing jabs at each other one minute, and the next you're on top of him, riding his cock, moaning how amazing he feels, he can't help buckle under your praise, to want to give you everything. Except that wasn't how it should go, you should fuck, leave, and then act casual, that's how it always is. Just casual. No strings attached. Either he underestimated how good your pussy feels or he has a bigger heart then cock because he is giving you heart eyes when you're laying next to each other, happy and spent.

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dollwritesarchive · 1 year

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𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 — 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐮𝐞

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), overstimulation, ffm threesomes, dub con in some of them, orgasm denial, spanking, pussy slapping, daddy kink, size kink, dacryphilia, squirting, suggestions of anal, all characters featured are 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ do not repost or translate. please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading <3

𝗮𝗾𝘂𝗮𝗺𝗮𝗻 // 𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗵𝘂𝗿 𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗿𝘆

“You’ve still got plenty to give,” Arthur commands, one elbow resting on the edge of his throne, his head tilted ever so slightly to watch the way your bouncing, albeit haphazard now, sends ripples through your thighs all the way up, “keep fucking yourself.”

you might be able to do what he demands of you, had his free hand not been pressed to your sex, large finger pads rubbing lazily against your puffy clit. he’d been teasing you for so long, edging you for so long that your legs keep trying to give out on you, making it impossible to ride him in a smooth, skillful motion.

instead, you jounced up and down, crying out to punctuate each time your ass smushed against his thighs, the force at which his cock barrels into you per his demands making you lightheaded.

bracing yourself with both hands on the expanse of his shoulders, you try to ease off of him, allowing an inch or two to slide free from your body before you pause, and close your eyes tight, your breath shaky, your thighs trembling.

“I— I need… a m—minute—“

“Why? Are you already too sensitive?” his fingertips press against your button, pinching it hard until your hips are jutting, hoping to escape the torture. you nod, and his brows knit together, pensive, before his hand careens upwards, grasping your waist and pulling you back down flush against his lap, filling you to point of crying out, “Very well. You can take those sixty seconds impaled on my cock. Then, you can continue.”

your nails threaten to scrape at his skin, your eyes watering. the constant, deep throb of his girth in your belly is one of the sensations you were hoping to take a break from, but you can’t rightfully deny the Ruler of Atlantis in his own kingdom— not while you were merely a guest, an ambassador.

“And then?” you ask, breathless, one hand sagging to feel your belly. from the inside, you felt so full that you might burst, but you smooth your palm over it and feel merely a faint lump of his shape against it. “After I’ve satisfied you, your highness?”

“I’ll have you cum, finally.” Arthur’s brow quirks. “And after that, my queen will have her turn with you.”

𝗯𝗮𝘁𝗺𝗮𝗻 // 𝗯𝗿𝘂𝗰𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘆𝗻𝗲

“Don’t stop!” it’s you that’s begging, because Bruce has you twisted in just the right position to overwhelm you. one of his massive hands is splayed against the obsidian behind your head, keeping his upper half level and hovering over you, so as not to suffocate you, while the other pushes your right leg up at the knee. his jaw is clenched, brows furrowed, as he multitasks. keeping your legs from jutting inward at the knee and digging into his chest to attempt to push him away, and rocking his hips to give you all that you’re asking for.

“If you’re going to take it, then you have to take it.” he grunts, authority seeping into his strained voice. “Keep your legs open.”

you were trying, you really were. even when you reached around to grip your thighs with both hands, the second he bottomed out in your belly, you were arching off the hood of the batmobile, your body fighting to protest the sheer amount of thickness you’re being fed, and how each bulging vein scrapes against your delicate walls. your knees spur into his ribs, attempting to work their way between the two of you.

“Keep going,” you moaned, even as your nails sank into his chest, digging through the sweat-sheened, dark patch of hair found there, “I’m going to cum again!” your palms pushed against him, you writhed, and your legs were threatening to bruise his rib cage.

that’s why he had taken over. pushing your knee up towards your chest, he could pin you back down to the batmobile and keep you in place; his bare chest heaving only inches from your face, raining droplets of salty perspiration on to your contorted countenance. “I’m not stopping until you beg me to,” he mutters, as if it’s obvious enough. “That would defeat the whole purpose of your endurance training.”

he always had to make it sound like he was making you a better superhero, a more important asset to the Justice League.

was that really true, or did he just enjoy the way your cunt clenched around him?

“Your ability to follow orders, however,” pressing his shoulder against the back of your knee, he holds you in place so he can push his now liberated palm against the hood on the other side of your head, “we’ll work on that next.”

𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗼𝘄 & 𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗮𝗿𝘆 // 𝗼𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗾𝘂𝗲𝗲𝗻 & 𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗵 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲

the stinging slap against your clitoris already has you yelping, digging your nails into your own thighs as you keep them spread apart. Dinah rubs the sting into your button with her lithe fingers, whilst her other hand buries itself in Ollie’s hair, pushing his head down between your legs. the burn of his beard rubbing your most sensitive region has you squirming and panting. “We can play this game all night,” she croons, patting your swollen clit. the taps are firm and quick, nearly spanking, and you twitch each time, “Ollie can work your cunt over, tongue fuck you until you’re just about to cum…”

and you were, you were trembling with the desire to release, since such a privilege has been withheld thus far, and your eyelids fluttered, your toes curled. every sensation they fed you was amplified by at least one hundred, due to the constant edging and soiling of your past, potential orgasms. now, within only a few seconds, and with Dinah’s soft crooning as she beats your clitoris, you’re past the realm of pleasure. so hyper sensitive that it had become torturous, and you were desperate to cum.

“And then, we take it away.”

Ollie came up for air, and to meet Dinah’s waiting lips, while you convulsed in disbelief as yet another climax is denied, and you snub pathetically. “P—please,” you stammer through ragged breath, “I’m so—so sensitive— it’s— too much… please…”

Dinah moans, dragging her tongue along her lover’s lips, and gathering your taste on it before she looks at you, her ruby lips etched upwards into a smile. it was devious and lustful— you always did love when she looked at you like that. “If you want to cum that badly, you know what you have to have?”

you nod, bashful but just needy enough to comply, “C— cock in my ass…”

“Good girl,” Ollie mumbles, reaching around her midsection to rub Dinah’s bare sex with one hand, and yours with the other. his fingers dip into you, and you arch again, whimpering. “You must really be trying hard to hold it together.”

“Oh, she is.” Dinah purrs, smacking your clit again. “She can’t even answer correctly, poor thing. Greedy pussy must be overloading her brain. Whose cock do you need in your ass to cum, sweetheart?”

you’re shaking, grunting in frustrated pleasure as your hazy eyes drift to the strap on laying beside you. locked in the metal ring is a sizable, silicone dildo. your mind whirrs.

“Y—yours,” you whimper, biting down on your lip. “I need your cock in my ass to cum, Dinah!”

𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗻 // 𝗵𝗮𝗹 𝗷𝗼𝗿𝗱𝗮𝗻

Hal will hit it from the back because he knows he can pound your sweet spots until you’re shaking. his cock has just the right curve upwards to dip into a nerve cluster when he pulls you back to meet his deep thrusting. it’s a section inside you that no one’s ever touched before him, and he bullies it relentlessly until it overloads your pleasure capacity, and you’re scrambling for something to dig your nails into, thighs trembling uncontrollably.

“Attagirl,” he moans, tilting his head back to savor the way you quiver around him, “there goes daddy’s sweet, little vibrator.” when you babble his name, he’ll swat at your ass with his palm open, wearing a dopey grin. “That's a good spot, huh? Want me to keep hitting it right there?” when you nod, whimpering nonsensically, he uses his free hand to press into your shoulder blades, urging you to arch your back tighter, and you bury your face in the pillows you hug so tightly, muffling your mewling. “Go to town, babygirl, that feels good,” he encourages with another smack, this time, he digs his fingers in to grab a fistful of the supple flesh on your ass, “shake for me!”

when you hear his moaning in your ear, feel the heat of his ragged breath and the pressure of his muscled torso against your back, it only sends you higher.

you worry you may never come down.

pinned to the mattress, tearing at the fabric of the pillows and sheets, your eyes rolling back, you manage to whimper his name, followed by a string of pathetic pleas. “T—too much— can’t.. I can’t—“

“You can,” he ensures, both hands running up the length of your body underneath to grope at your breasts while he rams you into the mattress. “My babygirl can. Just let me… fuck, let me give it to you. Let me fuck you ‘till you can’t think straight.” when he kisses your neck with his open mouth, he rasps out, “And when I fill you up, I’m gonna flip you over and eat my cum out of this sensitive, little pussy. Daddy’s not leaving for Oa until the AM. You’re gonna cum until you cry tonight, baby.”

𝘀𝘂𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗻 // 𝗸𝗮𝗹-𝗲𝗹 ( 𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝗸𝗲𝗻𝘁 )

you cling to him.

you know he has you, and you won’t be going anywhere, but you still hold tightly to his shoulders, hook your legs around the smallest section of his back, burying your face in his massive chest. his herculean form engulfs you in a shadow, encasing you in his warmth; you feel microscopic underneath him.

you hadn’t realized how intense making love to him would be; he was always so gentle when he held you, so easy when he kissed you. he treated you like you were made of glass most of the time, and he did so with a smile.

but when he was inside you, you could feel every muscle in his superhuman body, tight and fighting the urge to ruin you. he made sounds: guttural moans in the back of his throat, as he eased you into a rhythm he thought you could handle.

even for all his holding back, you were still struggling— your body overloaded with stimulation, from the depth he could reach, to the force behind his rutting. the swollen tip of his cock bumped nerves you didn’t even know existed, prodded at your insides, and still? still, Kal wanted to give you more pleasure.

with one hand slipped between the two of you, he used his first and third finger to spread your netherlips, petting at your swollen clit with his middle finger.

it was enough to have you falling apart, over and over again. whining his name, wriggling under his weight.

“You’re doing so good.” he was murmuring, just barely louder than your whimpers, as he kisses the top of your head, but his powerful hips piston at a steady, deep pace. “If it’s too much, you can tell me. We can stop—“

your grip tightens.

you didn’t want to stop, even if your body were to give out. you wanted Kal to have you in every way possible, from your heart to your soul, to your body, even if it meant the latter was broken from his power by the end of it. but you couldn’t tell him that. instead, you shook your head, back and forth, several times, whimpering desperately.

Kal understands, and the breath of a fond chuckle leaves his lips against your head. “Okay, no stopping, understood.”

it was when you came unraveled again, starting to blubber, leaving tears streaked across his chest, that his grip on you tightened. “I’m going to rub harder, okay? I’m going to fuck you deeper.”

for the first time, you were apprehensive.

how could he possibly get deeper?

“K—Kal…”

“I can feel you on the brink,” he coos, slowly pushing fresh inches into you. you didn’t even know he wasn’t hilt deep until you felt his other hand press against your spasming entrance; he was using it as a bumper, keeping himself from burying what remains of his length into you too soon by keeping a tight fist around his shaft. “You’re so close to the big one…”

you’re in awe as your mind swims with the possibilities of just how many more inches of cock Kal had to offer.

and how much of it could actually fit inside you?

“I want to give it to you.”

with he scrapes at your clit with the tip of his finger, harder and faster, you look up at him, bottom lip trembling, babbling, and find his chin angled down, ready to kiss your tears away.

“Just hold on to me.”

𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗹𝗮𝘀𝗵 // 𝗯𝗮𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗻

Barry was beaming when he could feel the soles of your feet against his shoulders, urging him back from his nest between your thighs. he’d been so diligent in the use of his tongue, swirling it over your aching clit so many times and at such an impossible speed that it felt as though he was conjuring a minuscule tornado with the velvety muscle, and siccing it on your body to assault you in a way that no other man could ever compare to. his fingers, and the way they worked you over from the inside, were just as skillful; thicker than you’d anticipated— and knuckle deep. he was tapping a button from the interior, teasing it, gauging how you react when his fingertip grazes over it.

“Barry—“ whimpering, you push against him, “I really— I can’t cum again… without…”

“Without…?” Barry grins wide, azure eyes alight with excitement as he pumps faster. “Squirting for me?” your eyes widened, and you felt the heat of a furious blush on your cheeks. you never should’ve told Barry it’d happened once before.

“Barry!” you give him a shove with your foot, just barely harder than before, but he claps a hand on your thigh and pushes one foot off of him, pinning your leg to the bed, keeping it spread wide. “It’ll… make a mess…” with your hand fleeing for his golden locks, you grip them at the crown of his head, but you don’t try to pry him off of you. you merely hold on to his hair, staring down at him, panting.

but his eyes are twinkling; mischief awash in the oceanic gems. “I’ll lick it all up. I want to taste it.” he answered simply, jamming his fingers into you somehow even faster. the pressure on your lower belly elicits a broken squeak from your lips as your head drops back against the pillows, and your grip tightens on his hair. Barry dives back in, slurping on your clit until you’re seeing triple.

“B—Barry— the sheets—“

“We own a washing machine.”

he wasn’t allowing you any excuses, nor was he giving you any time to find the strength to control the orgasm that follows shortly. even as you tried to pull his head back, to ease the intensity, your hips rock upwards, off the bed in tandem with his furious finger fucking, and you smash your sex into his face with a hapless cry of his name. you erupt, soaking his hair and face, as well as the sheets underneath you in a violent gush, and press your thighs together as tight as you can around his head. he allows this, trailing the hand that was keeping you pinned up the length of your torso to knead your breast in tender circles as he gurgles and moans. even as your vision was blurry and you were panting, you glance down at him weakly to witness the way his eyes rolled back in his head when he sipped on you. it was vulgar enough to have you whining, falling back against the bed, in exhaustive defeat.

when Barry finally comes up for air, he’s drenched— his golden tendrils sticking to his face, and he’s sucking in as much oxygen as he possibly can, sitting back on his knees to admire the carnage he left. you were still trembling, legs falling open to either side, mewling soft and pathetic. you peek up at him, watching diamonds of your essence rolling down his chiseled cheek, and it only has your hips rocking more fervently, humping air. he smiles wider, palming at himself. there was a fat lump in his pants that was begging for treatment. “I’m so hard right now,” he purrs, and reaches for your hand with his free one, bringing it to his groin. you squeeze and rub, following the rhythm you know he likes, and he moans, watching you inch towards him on your back. you were much too weak to crawl expertly. “See what you do to me?”

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thebigbadbatswife · 6 months

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Day 16 - Double Penetration In One Hole

Pairing(s) - Bruce Wayne x F!Reader x Oliver Queen

Warnings - 18+ content, if you're under 18 leave immediately! Double penetration in one hole, threesome, vaginal sex, fluff.

Summary - You, Bruce and Oliver try something new in the bedroom.

“You sure you still want to do this, baby?” Bruce asked you, his hand rubbing your thigh. The other rested on your hip, keeping you from moving too much.

You were sat on his lap, your back against his chest. His cock was already deep inside of you and you were leaking all around him, your arousal sliding down his cock and balls and staining the covers beneath you both. You nodded.

“Yeah. I want this,” you replied between heavy breaths. They had spent the better part of tonight preparing you. Slowly working you open and making sure you were dripping with arousal. There was lube on hand, should it be needed, but with how worked up they had made you, you doubted it would be needed.

“You sure, beautiful?” It was Oliver’s turn to ask. He was sitting in front of you, his hand tilting your head up to look him in the eyes. Out of the corner of your eye you could see his rock hard cock, the head red and swollen, gently tapping his stomach as he shifted slightly.

“I’m sure, Ollie. I want this,” you repeated. “I want both of you.”

Their concern for you was sweet. Though, admittedly, you could find it annoying at times. Especially when you were this worked up and all you wanted was for him to finally slide inside of you so that they both could just start fucking you stupid.

“Alright, but you gotta tell us if it hurts, okay?”

You nodded. “I will.”

Your legs were already slung over Bruce’s legs which made it easy for him to spread your legs wider, making room for Oliver to get closer. He pulled you back with him as he laid down. You relaxed against Bruce’s chest, enjoying the way he was nibbling at your earlobe. Like he was trying to distract you. It wasn’t working very well because you were very much aware of Oliver entering your space properly and lining himself with your entrance.

Slowly, he started to push inside of you, alongside Bruce. There was a little bit of pain as your walls were stretched, your cunt adjusting to having two cocks inside of it. It didn’t last for long, quickly giving way to pleasure as he slid in deeper. He stilled when he finally bottomed out, giving you a moment.

In the weeks leading up to tonight, you had been preparing for tonight. Either with Bruce or Oliver and a silicone dildo. That had felt good, but this? Having both of your boyfriends’ cocks inside of your pussy? Feeling the warmth of their bodies and their cocks twitching ever so slightly. It felt so much better. The stretch was so delicious and you loved feeling so fucking full.

Oliver leaned in and kissed you. While the two of you kissed, you felt Bruce’s hands grip your hips and he planted his feet against the mattress. Just that small movement had you gasping softly. Allowing for Oliver to slip his tongue inside of your mouth.

Once you gave them the go ahead, slowly, they started moving. It took them a moment, but eventually they found a good rhythm that felt great for all three of you. While one pulled out, the other pushed back in. Each thrust had pleasure sparking through you like electricity, dancing up and down your spine, making your toes curl. One of them was just constantly pressing against your g-spot, as he moved. It made you almost feel deliriously high. This was so much better than you had thought it would end up being.

Your moans grew in volume and you could feel that pressure building in your lower stomach. Bruce kissed you, pushing his tongue into your mouth, while Oliver finally started to rub your neglected clitoris.

You came quickly, your mouth dropping open in a silent moan. The squeezing of your inner walls sent Oliver over the edge, shortly followed by Bruce. Both of them groaning deeply.

All three of you laid there for a moment, the room filled with your panting. Oliver was pressing kisses to the valley and underside of your breasts while Bruce stroked your hips. You felt like you were high up on cloud nine and you had a feeling that they felt the same way.

“Everything that you hoped that it would be?” Bruce asked before kissing your cheek.

“Yeah. That was amazing,” you replied, still mostly breathless.

You felt Oliver smile against your skin before he pulled away. “Good. Now how about we run you a bath?”

#bruce wayne x reader #oliver queen x reader #bruce wayne x fem!reader #oliver queen x fem!reader #batman x reader #green arrow x reader #bruce wayne smut #oliver queen smut #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #bruce wayne x oliver queen x reader

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jupiter-letters · 3 months

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Dating Oliver Queen would include:

Fem!Reader or GN!Reader TW: Suggestive content

A/N: There is not enough oliver queen fics on the internet like this man is so fine. 😩😩😩 You guys need to wake up and appreciate him I'm so serious. This is gonna be based off comic/jlu oliver since I don't rock with the live action one. We don't like live action counter parts in these parts.

In the beginning it doesn't take much for him to work up the courage to ask you out. You weren't having it at first given his reputation, all the girls and boys couldn't get enough of Oliver Queen. This inital skepticism in his motives leads to him trying to win you over, aka impressing you. This results in a cute little back and forth with you two. Him going bigger and bigger with his gestures and you shaking your head amused at his antics. You do cave eventually seeing how far he'll go to get your attention.

You can't go on missions with him at all. At first he's taking everything as seriously as he's supposed to but, the last half he's fooling around.

God forbid it's a stakeout, yeah you both need to keep a look out but he just wants to kiss you for 5 minutes that's all. He teases you about it too he's so annoying. He'll get real close when you're looking out your binoculars and whisper in your ear, "Come on honey you know you wanna kiss me." wink wink nudge nudge. Of course you end up making out on a rooftop only stopping when an explosion goes off in the distance.

He loves taking you on trips, spoiling you in general. Even if you insist you don't need anything he just likes giving you stuff. You need new headphones? Got it. You need a new car, say no more he's got it.

When things get difficult he likes to try to joke just to see you smile, or elevate some tension. Oliver isn't the type of guy to do nothing when his partner is feeling down. He at his core is very proactive, if the jokes don't work he'll make your favorite drink or take you for a drive.

If you are a superhero/vigilante, he makes sure he gets paired up with you so he can have your back. Powers or no powers he doesn't want you to go alone. If you're a civilian, he checks in on you during missions. He could be mid-fight and call you about how your day was. "So....What are you wearing?" SMASH! CRASH! SHATTER! "Hang on one sec honey!" When he does get injured he tries to play it off like it's not as bad as it actually is. He'll melt when you take of his injuries, he'll never be quieter than when you do that.

He really doesn't like to sleep without you, some nights he gets nightmares about being back on the island. You're always there to comfort him after, being able to hold you when you both sleep is very grounding for him. Being able to wake up next to you is best part of his day, he likes to sneak off while you're sleeping and make pancakes.

Having to go with him undercover to gather intel, he going to have a very hard time concentrating when you get dressed up. He's having a conversation with Bruce and Dick when you walk in. As soon as you come into his view his mind goes blank for a moment. Dick has to snap his fingers in front of Oliver's face to bring him back to Earth. He CANNOT be away from you all night after that, of course you get the info you need but he won't stop complimenting you.

"Yeah I agree with you gorgeous." "Of course beautiful, duly noted." "Creeps like that aren't coming anywhere near you pretty." "You might be too smart for me good-looking." "I can't wait to get out of here you look stunning tonight."

He is your biggest fan, when he wants to make a decision he asks for your input. In the watchtower and the hall of justice, during mission briefings he makes sure you can voice your opinion uninterrupted. He'll even buy merch of your superhero logo, you might walk into his mansion and see him wearing a shirt with your logo on it. Oliver may even get you a green arrow shirt and look at you like this 🥺🥺 to get you to wear it.

Thanks for reading! Lemme know what you think. Please like or reblog if you like my stuff.

#oliver queen x reader #green arrow x reader #dc comics headcanons #dc comics x reader #justice league x reader #justice league unlimited imagines #~⋆｡°tales from the dreaming #dcau x reader #reader insert #dc animated imagine

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justice-scenarios · 1 year

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Any heroes

Reaction to their close friend saying, "Yeah, I know their hot. Calm your gay." Cause they noticed hero getting slightly distracted on the job cause of a attractive person

- SS

Lol

Hal Jordan

NOT GAY.

Get's annoyed.

But can they blame him? Look at Y/N!

Will try to get their number after the job.

Flash

Gets red.

It's so obvious?

Tries to get back to job, he can't be distracted by them.

Might try talking after it's done.

Green Arrow

No, he doesn't thinks so.

Will try to talk with them, leaving friend behind.

Unless it's during fighting, then he can't.

Aquaman

O-oh? Right, sorry.

Y/N is just pretty man... very pretty man.

He will try to introduce himself later.

Maybe Y/N wants to meet dolphin? Or shark?

#pati writes #hal jordan x reader #green lantern x reader #flash x reader #barry allen x reader #green arrow x reader #oliver queen x reader #aquaman x reader #arthur curry x reader

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fandomnerd9602 · 1 month

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Hi, can you do a male Batman Beyond x Mia Smoak

Mia lands on the rooftop…

Mia: so you’re also the child of legendary superhero?

Y/N: yep. You like working in the shadows?

Mia: oh yeah. I’m Green Arrow.

Y/N: Batman.

Mia: what I wouldn’t give to see under your mask.

Y/N: you just have to say please, Mia

Mia acts shocked…

Y/N: I could never forget your face after our dance at that charity gala.

Mia: Y/N? Mmm…I like it

#green arrow #arrowverse #katherine mcnamara #Mia smoak #mia smoak x reader #dc comics #dc comics fluff #dc comics incorrect quotes #Batman #Batman beyond #green arrow x reader

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jasonstodger · 9 months

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Oliver Queen loves to share. Dinah Lance? Not so much.

The way I see it, Ollie is always willing to take the backseat and just watch. He enjoys seeing your enjoyment. When you're fucking, just the three of you, he's content to sit at the end of the bed, gripping his cock and moaning softly as he watches his two best girls writhe and moan in the sheets.

This is the way Dinah likes it: When she can control your every sound and movement from above without having to worry about an outside force ruining her plans for you. She'll use all her toys, all her tactics, to slowly tease you to orgasm, bruising your lips with her mouth and bruising your throat with her gentle but strong hands.

Even off the field, the three of you are the perfect team.

#— birdie thoughts #oliver queen x reader #oliver queen #oliver queen smut #oliver queen imagine #green arrow x reader #green arrow imagine #dinah lance x reader #dinah lance #black canary

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weyirn · 2 years

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How about Victor, Oliver, and Barry with a male s/o who loves the look of fear, for no reason. Just the look of fear people give the reader is his favorite thing, like a boost of confidence. Sorry if it's not something you do

Don't worry anon, I don't mind doing stuff like this lol.

DC x Male!Reader

DC Preferences

⚡️Barry finds it...a little strange. When it comes to enemies, he doesn't think or say anything about it. But when it just comes to ordinary people/civilians, he questions you after a little while, more worried about you than anything. He loves you, but he will stop you from causing any harm if he catches you.

🤍Victor notices it right away. He doesn't hesitate to question on your motives, and what just makes it so satisfying seeing someone in fear. Victor keeps a close eye on you, even though it does hurt him a little that he ends up being suspicious about you and your motives.

🏹At first, Oliver thinks that you just like pranking (scary pranks) people and that you might take pleasure in getting payback when it comes to those who did you wrong. But when he sees how you would smile at the terrified civilians, he would grow more and more concerned...He would be hesitant to even bring it up to you.

#male reader #x male reader #male!reader #dc x male reader #dc x reader #dc preferences #dc reader insert #cyborg x reader #cyborg x male reader #flash x male reader #flash x reader #barry x reader #barry x male reader #oliver x male reader #oliver x reader #green arrow x reader #green arrow x male reader

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powpowstuff · 1 year

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#imagine #imagines #dc comics #dc comics imagines #x y/n #barry allen x reader #green arrow x reader #the flash x reader #oliver queen smut #Barry Allen Smut #jason todd x reader #nightwing x reader #arrowverse #batfamily

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purelyplatonicreader · 1 year

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You’re a good kid- Oliver Queen x selfharm!reader (platonic)

The way I’ve been sitting on this for 8 months. Humiliating. Everything I write gives me second hand embarrassment who am I kidding. Anyhow here’s my mental illness. Enjoy.

Oliver Queen x selfharm!reader

Self-Indulgent

Warning: contains graphic depiction of self-injury and suicidal thoughts. If you think this fic might trigger an episode or relapse, please do not read this.

Key:

Y/N- Your Name

US Hotlines/Chatlines:

Suicide/Crisis Line: 988

LGBTQ+ Specific: The Trevor Project

Text Line: Text “HOME” to 741741

National Helpline: 1-800-662-4357

Crisis Chatline: Imalive.org

Self Harm Specific: 1-800-366-8288

Male Specific: Boystown.org

Helpline Database: Benice.org

“Fuck it’s hot in here.” You breathed, sweat creeping down the side of your face. Your hands were planted on your knees, keeled over in straight up exhaustion as you squinted at the floor of the Arrow Cave.

“I’m training you for all climates then.” Oliver, your mentor, quipped back, a slight smile on his face. He lightly slapped your back with his wooden stick.

“Let’s get back to it, hm?” He said authoritatively.

You complied, and a few more minutes of loud stick-thwapping ensued. It didn’t take long for him to have you pinned.

“Sorry…” You muttered, laying on the cool floor for a moment. His shirtless frame stood above you.

“Don’t apologize to me, if this were-“

“If this were a real situation, I would have been killed. I know.” You cut him off sourly. He offered a hand and yanked you up.

“You’d be less hot if you didn’t insist on fighting in long sleeves all the time.” Oliver changed the subject, grabbing his own t-shirt.

He had a point- the sleeves certainly weren’t helping. But you weren’t ready to have that whole conversation with him. Some of the careful, intentional cuts beneath the fabric were still fresh, and even the stale, scarred over marks still embarrassed you. You didn’t respond.

“Hey I know what’ll help,” He said with a slight grin (which was usually the most expressive thing you’d get out of him.) “One last exercise before we call it.”

Oliver grabbed a thin blade from the small armor rack, and proceeded to toss you a rubber one.

“Hey!” you yelped, catching it, “Why do you get a real one?”

“Because I know how to use it without causing you serious harm. I don’t trust you with something you can stab me with.” He joked lightly.

Once again, he had a point. And once again, you knew that. The spar commenced.

After a few minutes of apprehensive toe-hopping, he broke the silence.

“That’s not an expensive shirt, is it?”

You narrowed your eyes.

“No, I mean it’s a cheap exercise shirt, why?”

Oliver’s stance changed, becoming more offensive.

“I have an idea.” A sly smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

Without warning, he rushed forward. You let out a slightly surprised inhale, stepping out of the way with grace. You tried to slash his back with the rubber knife, but he quickly turned around, grabbing your arm and throwing towards him. You twisted your arm, ducking into a roll.

“Nice dodge.” He panted slightly. You stayed coiled, focused. This time you attacked him, springing forward him. He caught your forearm. You winced, trying to pull the same stunt twist out of it.

“Don’t do the same move twice.” He said.

In a brief moment you were on the ground, You felt the cold floor, the hand with the fake weapon pinned. Oliver counted to 5- in the heat of pinning you, he must have slit the fabric of your sleeve. It was a clean cut; his trained accuracy paying off. But the rough movement and raised skin lead to a few of your cuts reopening. Normally, the blood wouldn’t soak through your shirt enough, but with your arm exposed…

It took a moment for panic to set in. When it did, you thrashed. He’d thought he won, but your sudden, violent movement caught him off guard. He scrambled back.

“Hey! Match is over! You were p-“

“What the fuck!” You called out, shoving him. In retrospect, that wasn’t much of a statement- he was a solid half-foot taller than you, and at least 100lbs heavier.

“Hey, rel-“

“What the fuck did you do that for!” You referred to the sleeve, cutting his words off again. You piped down, aggressively trying to cover your arm.

“Hey, I was messing around. It was a joke, I can buy you a new shirt?“ At that point, Oliver just sounded confused.

“Yeah, well, it wasn’t funny.” You swiftly huffed, hiding the arm with your back turned to him.

Oliver, speechless, went to set down his weapon, and saw a thin smear of blood on the floor; immediately, his tone changed.

“Did I hurt you?” He asked. All humor had left his voice.

“What?” You responded curtly. “No, you just-“

He didn’t wait for you to finish your sentence. Oliver grabbed your shoulder and spun you around to face him. He tugged your arm out from your protective grasp.

“Let me s-“

You both froze. You felt like you’d just swallowed liquid nitrogen. His face was blank. Silence.

You jerked your hand back. Wordlessly you did your best to cover your arm again, turned around and began making your way to your backpack. From Oliver’s perspective you looked furious- in reality, you were scared. You desperately tried to control your breathing, the familiar tightness in your throat fighting against tears. How could you let this happen? You were mortified, let alone afraid. Deeply you were ashamed. He’d reject you, or abandon you, or at the very least keep you from vigilantism. The possibilities swarmed through your head like a hoard of angry bees.

Your panic was interrupted.

“Hey.”

You stopped mid-step as a hand hesitantly grabbed your arm. Your bag hit the floor with a thud. He, more carefully, pulled your arm, this time with a nervous kindness.

“Let me take a look.”

You obliged. He moved your wrist around a few times, looking the bleeding cuts up and down.

You just stood there numbly.

“Here.”

You both made your ways to the steel table, where he let go for a moment. You weren’t used to seeing Oliver like this. It made you feel uncomfortably like a child.

“I’m going to grab a few things.” His seemed calm, Oliver’s voice a steady sound to focus on. You, suddenly overwhelmed by everything, stayed patiently quiet as he rummaged around. You refused to look up, eyes glued to the cold floor. He came back within a minute.

“Sit.”

You obeyed, completely unsure of what to say. He reached for an alcohol pad and your head snapped up.

“I can take care of it.” You said flatly. Tiredly.

He paused, but slid everything over to you. You worked hastily. The alcohol pad stinging as it swiped nervously across your arm.

Much to your dismay, silence didn’t last long.

“Do you want to tell me what’s going on?” Oliver asked.

“No.” Now you really felt like a child.

“Let me rephrase that; talk to me, or can’t help you. I can’t do anything if you don’t tell me why you’re doing this to yourself.” He said curtly.

“I never said I wanted your help.” You snapped, looking up at him.

Oliver’s hand hit the table, making you flinch.

“I don’t care if you didn’t ask, I recruited you to this team, and I’m the one in charge of keeping you- and everyone else- safe. Either you’re going to tell me what’s going on or-“

You cut him off for the third time that night.

“Or what? You’ll kick me off the team?” You asked bitterly. He sighed.

“Yes.”

You sat quietly for a moment, weighing your options.

“I constantly feel so… out of control.” You said quietly. You paused, putting down the alcohol pad.

“I’m afraid. I’m afraid of people. I’m afraid of my family. I can’t stand school, my home is shit, the world is shit and vigilantism is all I have left. Even doing this, I constantly feel… bad. I’m not good enough. I’m not smart enough. I can’t compete with the rest of you. Then I get to realizing that all I do is pity myself. My life isn’t even that bad. The fact that I can’t handle it all is a sign that I shouldn’t be in this line of work. Someone like me- I’m clearly- People who-“, you let out a frustrated huff, “I’m not mentally, I don’t know, equipped for this kind of thing but I know my entire life would feel so pointless without it. This is the only control I have. The only way I can make things any better and without it I don’t have a reason to live, Oliver. Without it I’m worthless.” You looked up.

“I wish I could just fucking kill myself. Every time I’ve tried, I’ve backed off last minute. I can’t seem to get the guts to just really end it. I even fail at that and then regret waking up the next day. I’m so fucking sick of it.”

You covered your face with your hands, elbows on the table. This entire situation was such a fucking mess. You just ruined whatever chance of staying on the team you had. Not only that but you’d embarrassed yourself in front of someone you admired, and admitted that-

“I’m not going to make you quit.”

His voice was firm. You felt a hand on shoulder. The comfort was like being held for a minute.

“I’m not going to abandon you, or make you leave. You’ve done great things for this team, and not once have you put anyone- including yourself- in needless harm. As long as you continue doing what you’ve been doing, as long as you keep training with me, you’re not getting left.”

You nodded miserably. Your hands still covered your face.

“You’re a good kid, (y/n). Whenever you feel like this- I mean whenever- contact me. You can contact Felicity. You can contact John. All of us are here for you. We’d help you in any way we can. I promise, you’re safe.”

You took your hands from your face, resting them on the table, fingers lacing together.

“Alright?“ He asked.

“Alright.”

(End Notes)

Oh my god I’m posting this with a migraine and it hurts. Anyway this is very much so for me, idk if anyone else will bother with it. I’m working on a Ghost Rider fic, so stay tuned for that ig. It won’t wake 2 years this time.

- Ahsoken (He/Him)

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angelltheninth · 1 year

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DC Characters + Arguing

Pairing: Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Diana Prince, Slade Wilson, Clark Kent, Oliver Queen x Reader

Tags: fluff, hurt/comfort, kissing, cuddles, arguments, texting, super power use, teasing

A/N: Damn, the angst is powerful today.

BRUCE

Really cold after an argument. He barely returns your calls and texts and replies with only a few words. Apologizing doesn't come easy to him and even when he does do so all you'll get is an "I'm sorry." and then him trying to slowly cuddle up to you and kiss your cheek a lot. He doesn't like to dwell on the argument but he's really bad as resolving it, which is strange because he's pretty good when talking to his opponents.

JASON

Brooding to hell and back when you argue. Spends a lot of that time on the couch too. When you try to talk to him he'll acknowledge you're there, even hold your hand because at the end of the day he is touch starved but he will keep pouting all the way. Even after you begin kissing he'll tell you that you're wrong and he's right and you kissing him first proves that so... that that!

DICK

Hates leaving after an argument but has to clear his head a little. Fresh air and adrenaline really help him out. Keeps an eye on his phone in case you call him. If you don't then he will text you to let you know when he's coming back. Drops by your favorite store and buys you your favorite dessert. It doesn't work much in the way of apology but it makes the kisses afterwards taste that much sweeter.

DIANA

There will be some broken furniture when she's angry, but by some miracle not of it will be the furniture you bought. Will gladly let you use her lasso on her if you doubt that she's being honestly apologetic. A little over the top maybe but she flies new furniture through the window and makes a big show of it too. Very careful when kissing you, at least when it comes to handling you. The walls... might need some repairing.

SLADE

Not a man you want to get into an argument with honestly. He's scary when he's normal, let alone when he's arguing about something. You're about the only person that can slap him and get away with it without getting your hand cut off for it. But he will tie them over your head when you get down to... settle your differences.

CLARK

Spends most of the time above the clouds to cool off. Of course still keeps an eye out for you, your heartbeat. Once he's calmed down a little he will buy you a whole lot of flowers and if you're still angry at him he really doesn't want you to slap him because that would break your hand and he can't have that. He loves holding and kissing it too much and he would hate to cause you more pain.

OLIVER

Tries to brush past the arguing as quickly as he can. Starts to tease you, tempt you into letting your guard down by kissing your neck and shoulder, massaging you over your clothes. Not a big fan of going to bed angry at each other so would rather stay up all night trying to patch things up then going to sleep knowing you're still angry at each other.

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coolgirl32 · 1 year

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Green arrow x fem reader warning a little bit of smut but some fluff

It was like any other day in the watchtower you we're training with green arrow it was a sparring session it looked like you were winning or you were about to win when suddenly Green arrow made you trip he catched you he had a bit of a smirk and ask you if you were okay in a cocky yet sexy voice you grabbed his arm and made him fall on his back you were on top of him and it looked like you two were about to kiss when suddenly Batman called you too for a meeting your faces were both red with embarrassment after the meeting Green arrow went to talk to you he asked you to go on a date with him to get some pizza you said yes cuz who would say no to Pizza after your date you walked to the movie theater and had fun after that green arrow walked you home you invited him in you too begin to talk you know have a normal conversation it was great not have to worry about your work but suddenly crime struck you and green arrow both fought the bad guys then suddenly you kissed Green arrow you went to the watchtower obviously and things got heated you went to his room and while you two were making out and undressing each other Batman interrupted you again this time however you shut the door in Batman's face and locked it you were on top of Green arrow now few hours went by and you too were asleep naked and sweaty Green arrow then told you he liked you a lot you said you had feelings for him too so you decide to date the end

#Green arrow x reader

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thebigbadbatswife · 7 months

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Date Night

Pairing - Oliver Queen x F!Reader

Summary - “Dinner’s going to get cold,” he said between pants, but made no actual effort to stop you. “Then we’ll eat it cold,” you muttered, pressing kisses down his muscular chest. Only stopping briefly to bite and suck at his skin, leaving lovebites all over his torso..." You and Oliver have a date night, but end up skipping straight to dessert.

Warnings - 18+ content, Smut, Oral Sex (male and female receiving), Multiple Orgasms, Vaginal Sex, Fluff

Word Count - 2.2k

You gripped the railing of the fire escape, swinging over the edge and landing on one of the lower levels. Your heart was still hammering against your chest, blood rushing through your veins. The adrenaline from tonight had yet to wear off. While plenty of criminals had been taken off of the streets tonight, thanks to you, you had cut your usual patrol short for it was finally date night. Something that you were very excited for.

Between your watch over Star City and Oliver saving the world with his Justice League friends, neither of you had had much time for each other. It was frustrating at times. Barely having time to say good morning, good night or even share a quick kiss before one of you was off again. Though, it had allowed you to discover what they say is true. Absence certainly did make the heart grow fonder.

Sitting on the fire escape, outside of the window of your shared apartment, was a big black cat. His face was scarred up from the many fights he had gotten from living on the streets for the majority of his life. You still thought he was a completely handsome cat though.

“Hey, big boy,” you greeted him as he got up and started to rub his body around your legs, tail held high and already purring like a truck. You reached down and scratched the top of his head. “Did your dad not hear you and left you out here all cold and hungry?” you coed as you scooped him up into your arms. “How about we get you something to eat, hmmm?”

The window was opened just enough that you could slid the fingers of your free hand into the gap and open it. As you climbed into the apartment, you were greeted with the delicious smell of food cooking. It had your mouth watering and your stomach grumbling. You hadn’t realised just how hungry you were. Of course, nothing worked up an appetite quite like crime fighting and no one cooked like your Ollie did.

“What are you cooking?” you called out. “It smells amazing!” Now that you were inside your cat leapt from your arms and took off toward the kitchen.

“My world’s famous chilli!” Oliver replied. Your stomach grumbled at the thought of it. It sounded divine.

As you rounded the corner and entered the kitchen, your jaw dropped at the sight of Oliver. He was wearing nothing, but a pair of grey sweats that were riding rather low on his hips. All of a sudden, you were hungry for something else entirely.

“You’re drooling,” he said, looking at you over his shoulder. Green eyes sparkling with amusement. You were positive he had done it on purpose to get this sort of reaction out of you. You immediately shut your mouth and rolled your eyes at him.

“You’re such a dick.”

You walked passed him, returning your focus on getting your cat some dinner. You could always jump Oliver afterwards.

“How long till dinner’s ready?” you asked, reentering the kitchen after you had set down a bowl of wet food on the cat tree. You walked over to him and wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your chin on his shoulder and letting your eyes close for a moment.

“A couple more minutes,” he replied. You hummed in response.

You loved this. This almost domestic bliss that the two of you were currently living. To think that there was a time where you believed that you would never find a love like this. Your eyes snapped opened when a spoon was suddenly pushed into your mouth. You groaned at the taste. “Damn, that’s good. Though I would add some more spice next time.”

You heard Oliver scoff. “More spice? It’s damn perfect the way it is!” He feined hurt over your comment.

“Is it though?” you teased, laughing softly as he scowled at you. You pressed a kiss to his cheek.

With the stove now off and the apartment not in danger of burning down, you pushed him up against the kitchen counter and kissed him deeply. Oliver moaned into the kiss, his arms wrapping around you, holding you closer. Your tongues explored each other’s mouths as your hand appreciated his muscular body, sliding down to where you could already feel him starting to press against you.

“Dinner’s going to get cold,” he said between pants, but made no actual effort to stop you.

“Then we’ll eat it cold,” you muttered, pressing kisses down his muscular chest. Only stopping briefly to bite and suck at his skin, leaving lovebites all of his torso.

You dropped down onto your knees, hooking your fingers into the waistband of his sweats and pulled them down, freeing his half hard cock. With your hand wrapped around him, stroking him, it didn’t take him long to become fully hard. You licked him from base to tip before pressing a kiss to the tip, drawing a shudder from him.

Looking up at him through your eyelashes, meeting and holding his gaze, you took the head of his cock into your mouth. You swirled your tongue around the head before starting to suck on it, your hand stroking what wasn’t inside of your mouth. He moaned deeply, resisting the urge to thrust deeper in your mouth. Slowly, inch by inch, you started to take more of him, stopping when he was about halfway in. You flattened your tongue against the underside of his cock as you pulled him out and flicked the tip with your tongue.

Oliver moaned deeply as you repeated your motions, taking him deeper and deeper each time until he hit the back of your throat. You swallowed around him, using your throat muscles to massage his cock. His breathing stuttered as he shivered.

“Fuck, beautiful,” he panted, his fingers gripping the edge of the counter, knuckles turning white. Your mouth wrapped around his cock felt amazing. Especially after it had been so long. It was impossible for him to be mad that dinner was going to be cold by the time the two of you sat down to ate.

You hollowed your cheeks as you started to bob up and down his cock. Your hand came up to cup his balls and massage them, thoroughly enjoying the deep, guttural moan that left him. While your other hand slipped between your legs, pressing up against yourself through your suit, to ease the ache there.

Oliver groaned and occasionally muttered little curses and words of praise as you bobbed up and down his cock. You loved how loud he got during a blow job. Not only was there nothing sexier than hearing a man moan, but it made you feel good. And the fact that you could reduce him into a moaning, whimpering mess with just your mouth made you feel powerful.

“Oh, God,” he gasped your name. His head falling backwards, eyes closing. “Don’t stop.”

His breathing was fast and ragged, the muscles in his stomach tensing. Cock growing harder and balls tightening. He was getting close. So you doubled up on your efforts. You wanted to feel him coming down your throat. It didn’t take much longer before he was moaning your name as he came down your throat. You did your best to swallow every last drop, swirling your tongue around the slit before finally letting him go.

Oliver was panting hard, body shaking from the intensity of his orgasm. You removed your hand from between your thighs and climbed back up onto your feet. The ache there was becoming unbearable. You desperately wanted, needed, his mouth on your pussy. You pressed your body up against his, capturing his lips with yours. He groaned at the taste of himself still lingering on your tongue.

His hands were greedy, as they roamed and grabbed at your breasts and ass. You grabbed the hand that was currently groping your ass and directed him to your pussy. He immediately applied pressure there, rubbing you through your suit. You moaned, hips bucking. It wasn’t enough. He caught on quickly and removed his hand. Deft fingers made quick work of the various buckles and straps of your suit and boots. Discarding the pieces to the side, along with your underwear and sports bra, before he lifted you up onto the counter.

You spread your legs for him, letting him get a clear view of just how wet you were. Slick dripped from you and onto the counter. The green of his eyes were almost completely swallowed by his pupils as he drank in the sight of you, swallowing thickly. He didn’t waste another second as he dove between your legs. He lapped up your arousal before sweeping his tongue through your lower lips and latching his lips around your engorged clitoris.

Relief was the first thing you felt. Your pussy finally getting the attention from the man you had been agonisingly waiting for to relieve that ache that your hands and toys just couldn’t. The relief didn’t last long as it was replaced by an intense wave of pleasure.

“Ollie!” you mewled, your fingers buried in his hair, keeping his head there. His hands were keeping your legs spread so you couldn’t wrap them around his head. You already knew that you weren’t going to last very long. You were too wound up for that.

He released your clit and before you could complain or whine, he pushed his tongue inside of you. You murmured and moaned his name as he made love to you with his mouth. As he fucked you with his tongue, he nuzzled your clit with his nose.

Your orgasm came quickly and you gushed into his mouth as you came with a cry. Your hips bucked and you grinded against his face as you rode the waves of your climax. Much like you earlier, he did his best to lap up every last drop.

As you came down from your high, Oliver pulled away, chuckling deeply. He kissed up your body before kissing your lips, letting you taste yourself on his own lips and tongue.

“Well that was certainly good for my ego,” he said, grinning.

You rolled your eyes for the second time that night and playfully hit at him. “Fuck you,” you replied.

“I’d much rather fuck you, beautiful.” He kissed you again. This time harder and more demanding. You could feel his cock, already rock hard again, rubbing up against the inside of your thigh. You moaned into the kiss and wrapped your legs around his hips, pulling him closer.

He entered you in a single thrust, immediately bottoming out. The sudden intrusion had you gasping against his lips. You loved the feeling of Oliver inside of you. In both length and girth he was the perfect fit. Like the two of you were made for each other.

Your walls fluttered and squeezed around his cock as he started to thrust. He dragged his cock out of you, making sure you could feel every inch and vein as he pulled out until only the head was left inside before roughly thrusting back inside of you. Your nails dug into his shoulders as you moaned wantonly, the noise complaints be damned.

Your first orgasm had left you extremely sensitive, a fact that Oliver was quick to pick up on. He smirked against the skin of your neck, where he had been kissing and gently biting you. He trailed his lips up to your ear and nibbled on your earlobe.

“Let’s see how quickly I can make you cum this time,” he whispered in your ear. His breath sent goosebumps across your skin.

You weren’t given a chance to respond before he was thrusting into you harder than before, stealing the air out of your lungs with each one. He pressed his thumb against your clitoris and started rubbing. The amount of pleasure you were feeling made you felt like you were going to go insane from it. You were really digging your nails into his shoulders now, likely hard enough to end up drawing blood. Not that he seemed to notice or care.

When you came, you came hard, gushing around his cock. You swore you saw stars as you voiced turned hoarse crying his name. The squeezing of your cunt around Oliver’s cock was too much and he quickly followed you over the edge, burying himself to the hilt as he emptied himself deep inside of you.

Slowly, the two of you came down from your delirious highs. You hissed as he pulled out of you, your overly sensitive cunt protesting at the movement. He grabbed a dish towel, using it to clean the both of you up.

“Welcome home sex is definitely at the top of the list,” he said after kissing you.

“Definitely,” you agreed. You hopped off of the counter and his hands immediately found their way to your waist, steadying you when you stumbled slightly. “We should probably shower, put on some clean clothes and have dinner.”

He hummed. “Or we could just eat dinner naked. After all what’s the point of getting clean and wearing more clothes when I’m going to want desert straight afterwards?”

You had a very long night ahead of you and you could not wait.

#oliver queen x reader #green arrow x reader #oliver queen x fem!reader #green arrow x fem!reader #oliver queen smut #green arrow smut #my writing

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