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 

Characters: Reader x Oliver Queen

Warnings: mentions of violence, injury/blood, mild swearing

Prompt: 25. “I hope you know I wouldn’t do this for anyone else.”

Word Count: 403

A/N: olive omg i love rey so much and the part about having a chaotic streak cracked me tf up ajkshdjkas but anyway i hope you liked your drabbles and i hope you’re having a wonderful day!!! 💛

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“Whoever you are, I have a weapon!” 

You jump into your living room, wielding the lamp you had haphazardly grabbed in the midst of your sleepy state. One minute, you had peacefully fallen asleep, the next, you had awoken to the sound of something crashing in your living room. Holding it up, you flip on the lights, eyes widening as a familiar green figure struggles to sit himself on your couch. Lowering the lamp, you splutter, “Oli?”

Oliver lifts his head, pulling off his mask as he grunts, “A little help?”

“Oh my God,” you quickly rush to Oliver’s side, helping him sit up as you finally notice the gash across his torso. You can’t even begin to imagine the weapon that managed to slice through Oliver’s suit, and you get up to run into your bathroom as you call out, “What the hell happened?”

“Questions later, please,” Oliver says through gritted teeth, trying to steady his breathing through the pain as he unzips his suit. You return with some rudimentary medical supplies, which you’ve been slowly stocking up on ever since finding out about Oliver’s vigilantism. You wish you could say that tonight is the first instance of Oliver stumbling into your apartment injured and bleeding, but it isn’t, and it’ll be far from the last instance, too.

You run a towel under some water before returning to Oliver’s side. He winces in pain as you gently wipe away the blood from his wound, and you cringe, “Sorry.”

“It’s fine.” Oliver says, shaking his head. Looking down at his wound, he tells you, “It’ll need stitches.”

You sigh, looking into your box of medical supplies. Pulling out your needle, Oliver notices your uneasy expression, and he tells you, “I can do it.”

“It’s okay. I got it.” you tell him, pushing some thread through your needle. Stitches isn’t your favorite thing to do, but you’ve had some practice on Oliver’s other wounds. Taking a deep breath, you grumble, “I hope you know I wouldn’t do this for anyone else.”

“Like you have lots of vigilantes coming in through your window asking for help.” Oliver deadpans, and a hint of a smile sneaks into his expression as you shoot him a look. You pause as Oliver places his hand over yours, and his tone becomes more sincere as he says, “Thank you, y/n.”

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Your hand is raised to knock on frame of the open door, out of pure habit, when you hear your name and pause. It’s Oliver who says it, arms crossed and leaning against the desk as Thea loops a scarf around her neck. His tone is cocky and knowing, annoyingly knowing. They haven’t seen you yet, so you lean back against the hallway wall, listening.

“It’s not her.” Thea says, exasperated. She tugs at the scarf before looping it around her neck once more. “Can you stop annoying me about this? Don’t you have better things to do than pester me about my so-called ‘crush’?”

“You couldn’t be more obvious. It’s clearly her.” You can hear the smirk in Oliver’s voice, fulfilling the teasing older brother role. “And, god, the way you act around her-”

“I hate you.” Thea flicks her scarf to hang loosely and picks up her backpack to throw over her shoulder before turning on her feet, her tone exaggerated. “I’m leaving now! Goodbye and goodnight!” She’s leaving the room as you push off the wall, rounding the corner as you stumble into her.

“Hey.” You recover first, a smile spreading. “I, uh, just got here.”

“Right.” Thea tucks hair behind her ear, matching your smile. “You wanna head out?”

#77. “There is nothing wrong with you.” / #97. “Your life was my life’s best part.”

He knew it was bad. Really bad. You had already lost so much blood. He wasn’t a doctor, but he knew enough about death to know there was no coming back from this.

“How bad is it?” you croaked out, eyes half glazed. Your face was pale and covered with a sheen of sweat.

“There is nothing wrong with you,” Floyd lied, squeezing your bloodstained fingers. You didn’t seem aware of the touch. “You’re gonna be fine.” Lying came easily to him most days but it was difficult to keep down the nausea in his stomach and smile for you.

You frowned, breath catching in your throat as you struggled to breathe. Blood bubbled up at the corner of your mouth, slipping down your cheek. You didn’t notice, unfocused eyes only for him. “Why are you crying?”

The assassin wiped his eyes on his shoulder quickly and flashed the best grin he could muster, “I’m not crying. You’re seeing things,” he assured, trying to ignore the growing tightness in his chest. Lying wasn’t supposed to be this hard for him. He wasn’t supposed to care.

You coughed. A shudder passed through your body, more blood dribbling from your lips. “Liar,” you finally gasped out, face twisting in pain.

Floyd lifted your hand to his chest, suddenly unsure. He swallowed hard, pressing his forehead against your fingers. “Your life was my life’s best part,” he wanted to sound casual, like this wasn’t the end but he found himself unable to hold back the sniffle. God, he was pathetic but in that moment he didn’t care. “You know that, right?”

He would never know your response.

summary : Y/N makes Oliver mad by making it seem like she was flirting with another man.

word count : idc bc its a drabble

warnings : smut, dom!oliver, sub!reader, slight bdsm

pairing : dom!oliver x sub!reader

prompt : “90, 94, and 100 smut with dom!Oliver queen x sub!reader please /90 - “Get on your knees. Now.” 94 - “You’re so sexy when you’re all hot and bothered.” 100 - “You’re so beautiful all spread out like this, just for me.”

A/N : just a drabble

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Oliver was beyond mad when he saw you leaned over, shirt falling slightly in the front and exposing just a little bit of your breasts, ass out on display. Now, you hadn’t planned on making Oliver mad but, since he’s been so busy with being mayor he hasn’t had time to... please you.

The vigilante walked over to you and the man who you were now persuading into buying you a drink or two. His hands lifted your bent over back, stopping right where it curved into your ass. “Honey, I think we better get going, we have a lot of work to do at the office.” He said, starring down the man in front of you two. He didn’t let you say anything before the two of you hopped into his car and sped down the streets of Star City in order to get to his office.

As soon as you two had arrived he shoved you into the room, locking the door behind him. “Did you think it would be funny to tease me like that? Tease that man in the bar?” You shook your head, core aching. “Get on your knees. Now.” You obeyed, quickly falling to your knees. Your eyes watched as Oliver quickly freed himself from his slacks and boxers underneath. His hands palmed at his tough erection as he slowly walked over to you, making your mouth water. “You’re gonna let master use you tonight, since you don’t know how to behave yourself in public.” With his words being spoken you let your mouth fall open and relax as the man above you shoved his cock into your mouth. You held back from gagging as he thrusted in and out of your wet mouth, only focused on making your boyfriend happy.

After using your mouth for his own pleasure for a few minutes, Oliver pulled his cock fro your mouth and his let his cum squirt all over your face, smirking as you licked some of it off your lips.

“Get up, lay on the desk.” He ordered. You did as told, stripping in the process and leaving yourself in your lacy panties and bra. You were soaking wet through your panties, which Oliver could obviously see. He walked in front of your laid out body, hands reaching out and stroking you through your panties. “You’re so beautiful all spread out like this, just for me.” He said in a low tone. “Mine, and only mine.” You nodded furiously and watched as Oliver took his time in removing your bra and panties, before swiping his fingers through your wet folds.

“Oli... please.” You begged, moving around a little.

Oliver looked at you, raising an eyebrow. “What did you just call me?”

You gulped. “Master..” You began, “please do something. Anything, please I want your touch.” You pleaded. Oliver chuckled.

Prompt List #1 ♛ Imagines

“We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.”

“Please don’t cry. I can’t stand to see you cry”

“Stay with me”

“Walk out that door and we’re through”

“Well. Yell, scream, say something. Anything”

“I can’t breathe”

“I hate how much I love you”

“Why are you so jealous?”

“Where do you think you’re going”

“Just leave me alone”

“I need some time”

“Despite what you think, I am completely capable of taking care of myself”

“You can’t keep pretending it didn’t happen, cause guess what? It did!”

“Just please be my best friend right now, not the guy I just confessed my love to.”

“Stop pretending you’re okay, cause I know you’re not.”

“Just talk to me”

“Bite me”

“If you insist”

“I think I’m in love with you, and that scares the crap out of me”

“I think you’re just afraid to be happy”

“Why are you so nice to me”

“Choose me”

“We’ll get through this, I promise”

“You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad”

“You’re mine. I don’t share”

“Just shut up and kiss me.”

“If we get caught I’m blaming you”

“Make me”

“Do you want to kiss as bad as I do right now”

“I think I forgot how to breath”

“Stop biting that fucking lip!”

“You’re blushing”

“I missed something didn’t I?”

“You come to my room and wake me up at 4am, to cuddle?”

“Well this is awkward”

“Is that my shirt?”

“You look like you need a hug”

“I can’t believe you don’t like Disney movies”

“Please come home, I miss you”

“You’re so fucking adorable”

“How can you still look so attractive while crying.”

“I’m pregnant”

“You’re lucky you’re cute”

“Cuddle me.”

“Sometimes I really don’t like you”

“What if I told you I’ve been in love with you since we were kids.”

“You’re seriously like a man-child.”

“You’re getting crumbs all over my bed”

“Im too sober for this”

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. Caps Tags