#Green Arrow fanfic

[kateswallofweird]

oliver queen / the arrow x you ; tw mentions of infidelity (none of it true), hurt comfort

💭 written with smallville in mind but anything goes

oliver queen is a stubborn son of a bitch. he's cocky and obnoxious, and he likes to be antagonistic just because he can be. sarcasm is a second language to him, and there's no stopping him once he's set his mind to something.

when you first met him, you fell in love with his every quality. because despite his stubbornness, he knew how to let his reigns go for you. he was cocky and obnoxious, but he was sweet behind closed doors, a side of him reserved only for you. his sarcasm was just humor then, and his antagonism was forgiveable. you saw his drive as ambition and a yearning for success.

but sitting here now at the end of your bed—your shared bed with a tear-streaked face and frustration bubbling within you, you weren't so sure you saw the man you fell in love with in the image of oliver queen anymore.

"i am not cheating on you." you wiped your face with a shaky hand, trying to catch your breath as air evaded you. "i would never cheat on you," and you're begging him to believe you because it's true.

but hard-ridden by the years of distrust and hurt from his time on that forsaken island and the years he spent before it as a rich kid everyone was just trying to scam, oliver doesn't know if it's the fear of being right or the fear of being eaten by his insecurity that takes him over.

"i don't know," he breathes.

i love you.

it's what you want to tell him, but you know him. you know that love and affection, as much as he craves it, it's not enough to sway him alone. so you bite your tongue and you take as deep of a breath as you can before you speak again.

"what did you see? o-or what are you sensing or smelling or hearing that you think i'd—" you're nauseous at the mere idea of it, the rumors that might have shook him so deeply it came to this or the thought that someone was snaking their way so maliciously into his head, "that i'd hurt you this way, what are you thinking? talk to me. oliver, please."

his eyes find yours, and deep down he knows he's wrong, but some tiny miniscule part of him is still doubtful. he's good at reading people, so he knows you're telling the truth, but love to him has always been this ugly, terrible thing. and the darker part of his mind whispers, vulnerability, to him. weakness, it insists, and for some reason he wants to listen.

"i-" his voice cracks. "i don't know," he repeats. "i don't know."

and you try not to let any more tears slip when you reach for him and he flinches. (does he flinch because he's scared of you or of himself?) but you persist and oliver relaxes into your touch. your hand finds his and it fits so easily.

"but you know me," you say. "even if you don't trust me, you know who i am."

oliver is quiet. he's trying so hard to stay logical. who are you? he thinks, but the thoughts are so loud. the price of being a hero of the night eats away at him. but he thinks anyway. he thinks about the times you've stayed up in the early hours of the morning to patch him up after a rough patrol. he thinks about the time he first told you about his other life, and you started to cry because you were so sad he'd bore this alone this entire time. he thinks about when he met you and all the joy that followed. because you were a breath of fresh air, his missing puzzle piece.

"i'm sorry," he whispers. he brings your hand to his lips and places a gentle kiss to your skin. "i'm a mess."

"so am i," you answer, pulling him into a hug and letting him rest against you. "we're going to be okay, oliver."

[pricetagofficial]

Day 21: Game Night

Pairing: Oliver Queen x Reader

Warnings: Language? Fluff? Uno? Is Uno a warning?

A/N: Welcome to day 21! We are less than a few days from Christmas! Im honestly excited to spend the next few days with my family, and just enjoy our time together. Header by me, divider by @cafekitsune

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"There is no way,"

"What are you talking about, Barry? It's plain as day that I am winning."

"Oliver, you are the biggest cheater I know."

"Shut up, Brucie. Detective skills are banned at game night, remember?"

You honestly weren't sure what was going on anymore. This was a frequent occurrence in the Queen household, Oliver would host a game night every so often and invited other members of the JLA.

Sometimes you would join, others you didn't. This one, you weren't sure you wanted to be present anymore.

Nothing got this group more riled up than Uno.

It was supposed to be simple. Oliver invited Hal, Barry, Bruce, and Clark over. Powers were banned, so Barry couldn't use his speed to sneak a card, Clark couldn't use his x-ray vision and Hal couldn't summon up an uno card with his ring.

Bruce wasn't allowed to deduce anything, and Oliver just had to keep his poker face.

The second you heard what they were playing, that should've been your cue to end the game then and there.

They were mature adults, you thought. They'd behave, you thought.

How very wrong you were.

You were watching over Oliver's shoulder, who had somehow gotten an uno and no one had noticed. Everyone else still had several cards in their hands, and yet Oliver was left with one.

Bruce was right in his earlier statement. Oliver Queen was the biggest cheater you knew at card games. Along the way, he had somehow learned sleight of hand, in order to try and keep up with the rest of the guys.

You had to give it to him, even if Bruce could figure out how the trick worked just by watching it a few times, it wasn't something even he could replicate.

Which was had him so perplexed. Bruce knew Oliver was cheating somehow, he just couldn't figure it out. And he wasn't allowed to.

Oliver sat there with a smug grin on his face.

"Looks like the rest of you just aren't a master at Uno like I am."

One by one, the guys laid their cards down trying to figure out a way to stop Oliver. They had no idea what he had, and they couldn't risk losing to him. They'd never live it down.

Once it got to Bruce's turn, he looked at his cards and then back at Oliver. A small smile appeared on his face as he pulled out a draw four, and placed it down.

"That's bullshit!"

"That's the game, Oliver. If you don't like it, don't play." he hummed, sorting through his cards. "Or better yet, don't cheat and I won't have to do it to you."

Oliver slumped in his chair and begrudgingly grabbed four more cards.

"No wonder your kids don't play games with you."

"We actually aren't allowed to play unless Alfred is there to mediate."

The way everyone's heads snapped towards Bruce was record-breaking.

Looking around, Bruce saw that everyone was waiting for an explanation.

"The last time we played Uno as a group, Jason shot the cards and Dick tackled Tim across the table. This was after Damian and Duke decided that it was a great idea to drop multiple draw fours on Cass. She made them draw so many cards, the two of them gave up."

Everyone sat in silence.

"Maybe it's a good thing we don't have game night with Roy and Cissie that often. Someone would probably end up dead." You chuckled.

Oliver laughed. "Maybe, but it'd be fun to get together again, you know?"

Kissing his cheek, you smiled. "We'll have to do it one day. Now weren't you losing?"

Oliver's mustache turned into a pout.

"You're mean,"

"I'm right," you hummed. "He has cards hiding under his leg by the way."

As you walked away, you heard the table erupt in chaos over the revelation to how Oliver was in fact cheating.

[thevoidlistenstoo]

I love finding out where fanon comes from. Like I'll be reading a comic and something happens and I go "oh that's why people in the fandom think that" cause most fanon stuff is just the exaggerated or misinterpreted version of what happens in canon and finding those links is so fun.

[dc-gotham-instincts-wild]

DC BATFAM FANFIC IDEAS

Bruce not telling anyone in the JL his identity and one day he casually mentions something only an orphan would understand. - The JL members who are orphans understand. The others don't. - The entire JL gets concerned.

Tim's nervous (Read: really scared) around Jason. Jason does not like this and wants to fix it. Wait, why does Bruce glare daggers at Jack Drake? - Jason: I sense child neglect. Dad's already onto it, i see. Ok so how do i use this to get Tim stop fleeing the room whenever i walk in.

Sort of an AU fic where Bruce and Oliver were close friends (Read: brothers and that's what they see each other as) as kids, still as adults, and as vigilantes they work pretty well together, they recognized each other instantly even in cape, and while the the JL doesn't know their identities, each knows the other. - Also they're both autistic and somehow chaos ensues after Flash overhears them talking one day at the Watchtower and now the JL wants to know how these work so well.

Bruce was a wild child and so is Damian.

Jason adjusting to being under a roof, right after Bruce found him.

The first days of Tim's being Robin. Bruce and Dick are concerned, while, oblivious, Tim is doing things that only neglected kids do. He is surprised others care. Dick sets out to change this.

AU where Jack ends up being a crap dad. Bruce has had enough and steals legal custody. - Bruce: Well you had one chance at being a dad and you blew it. - Bruce: Tim's my kid now. - Jack can't do anything about this. To Tim, Jack is 'Father'. Bruce is 'Dad'.

Some of the villains notice that the other vigilantes and even Red Robin himself like joking that 'RR's folks don't even notice that he practically lives at our place, they won't notice him sneaking back in at 2AM'. - Until one day they joke about 'RR's dad blew it. B took legal custody'.

Flash has ADHD but tells no one. The other see the signs tho. Batman calls him out on hiding it. Why Bat? Welp, the other nominated him. GA joins his autistic buddy tho.

This isn't Batfam but Billy/Captain Marvel accidentally drops some street child stuff. The League, of course, pick it up.

Bruce has trust issues. No specific event- just it was that way after his folks died. The JL figures it out that it's not just how he is, he just generally doesn't trust people. They figure out that something happened to make him this.

The JL has to come to Gotham for a mission. They have to stakeout in a graveyard. At some point while they still have a few hours, Batman slips off. When *insert any JL member(s)* find him, he's standing above two graves. They catch him saying "Hope you're proud, Mom, Dad." - Chaos ensues from this.

Kid!Dick has a nightmare. Bruce allows his kid to spend the night with him.

Cass gets into a fight with David Cain. She is shaken. Bruce is there for her, though.

Duke has a nightmare.

Tim tries to sneak outside after having a nightmare. Bruce catches him because he's a Dad. He sensed a disturbance in the force. Anyway instead of getting mad he makes it clear who Dick learned it from and tickles Tim to bits and then carries him back to bed lol.

That's all i got for now lol. Might update it if i get more ideas.

[ballroomfitz]

GUESS WHO UPDATED THEIR FIC AFTER SIX MONTHS!!!!!!

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Green Lantern (Comics), DCU (Comics), DCU Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Hal Jordan (Green Lantern), Guy Gardner, Space Cabbie (DCU), John Stewart (DCU), Kyle Rayner, Oliver Queen, Green Lantern Corps, Green Lantern, Roy Harper, Connor Hawke, Emiko Queen, Mia Dearden, Lian Harper, Black Canary (DCU), Dinah Lance Additional Tags: mention of suicide, Genderfluid Hal Jordan, Trans Guy Gardner, Gender Dysphoria, Hal Has Issues, Character Study, Canon Jewish Character, Jewish Hal Jordan (Green Lantern), LGBTQ Themes, Transgender, Gender Identity, Trans Character Summary:

Hal Jordan starts questioning their gender after feelings they’ve tried to bury for decades become harder to ignore. They decide to go out for a night on the town in a seedy far-sector bar but run into an unexpected familiar face.

[superbat-love]

Oliver: You know, if you squint really hard, he looks pretty hot.

Bruce: Who are you talking about?

Oliver: That reporter right there. From the Daily Market. Clock Bent.

Bruce: You mean Clark Kent.

Oliver: Yeah, that’s what I said. He’s tall and has good, strong shoulders. Nice butt. I can soooo tap that. Shame he hides that hot bod under that ugly suit.

Bruce: …Hey Ollie, be a dear and hand me that glass of wine, will you?

Oliver steps forward to grab a glass of wine off the tray carried by a passing waiter. Unfortunately, he trips and crashes into the waiter, spilling wine all over himself. People around him quickly scramble to help him up. Clark wanders over.

Clark: I saw what you did, Bruce. You shouldn’t have done that, Ollie was drunk.

Bruce: [sulkily] Well he deserved it.

[ghost-bxrd]

Gordon isn’t the only one who notices. He’s just the start in a chain of very exhausting first meetings that Tim-as-Robin has.

“The fuck is that?” Roy exclaims the second Tim steps through the zeta behind Batman, recoiling from where he’d been arguing with Green Arrow.

By this point Tim isn’t— well, he’s not been accepted, per se. But at least Bruce is no longer actively trying to lose him during patrol. Small mercies.

Green Arrow falls into his seat with a weary groan, pinching the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index fingers. And part of Tim wants to geek out, to skip over and pester Green Arrow with all the questions that had accumulated over the years. Like, where did you learn to use a bow like that? Does he use gadgets to correct the trajectory so he never misses a hit? So many questions. But Tim will ask none of them.

“That’s Robin, kid. You know him.”

Roy squints at him, lips curling. And there’s a zero chance probability that the other boy even marginally bought that.

— Owl Song pt xiii sneak peek

[dragon-lancelott]

since DC has multiple earths and timelines everyone just has their own different dc earth as how they see everything. like you can really just choose what things happened from whatever comics and mix match what earth they are originally from.

like you dont like that one event from the canon timeline? then it didn't happen on your earth.

you like these events that happened in other Earth/timeline whatever comics? then they happened.

So instead of DC standing for disregard canon it actually means decided [your own] canon

[ao3statistics]

This is self-made. Date of creation: 25.08.2024

I assume no guarantee or liability for the completeness, correctness and accuracy of this chart despite my best efforts.

Includes fanfictions in all languages available, NOT English only. Includes all fandoms on Ao3 connected to Hal Jordan.

Percentages were rounded up or rounded down to natural numbers for easier comprehension.

Poly ships were included.

More charts will follow. :)

Want to have a chart for different pairings, headcanons etc. in your favourite fandom? Send me an ask!

[onnahu]

Batkids bored on the JL meetings

(just Nightwing, RR and Robin, bc I don't think anyone else would go there)

So, Batman is talking about some JL shit, when Green Lantern (Hal, specifically) says that batboys are not paying attention, and passing messages. The three just exchange looks and tries to hide the paper the have. Someone snatches it (someone superpowered, we all know it's not easy to take away anything from any bat).

Turns out, the boys are bored, and are writing down anything they can deduce from JL heroes.

The paper contains:

I'm sure GL and GA fucked not too long ago. Look at they're faces when they meet each other eyes

It's undignified. I agree, tho. It was very shitty, taking from how they look at each other

Oh yeah. I think they didn't invite BC. She's pisssed

I thought they broke up again?

They did. They're also morons. It's obvious they're gonna get together and break up at least ten times more this year alone

True

I think GL don't have underwear on

Again?!!

He looks like he got here on the last second. Typical

Yeah. I see that. He's really shifty

WW looks like she wants to kill Flash. Any ideas what's that about?

I think Iris and Flash got into a fight. I'm pretty sure I saw her earlier texting her. They're friends, i guess

I think there's a bird poop on Aquaman's shoulder

Batman wasn't amused

It's inspired by a new tiktok from @emptyjunior. Check them out, many (funny) content for DC and Marvel.

[gunabug]

Fic Search!!

Looking for any well written JayRoy fics, especially along the lines of the Batfam realizing that JayRoy is a thing. (Bonus points if Dick takes psychic damage from it) . They can be funny or serious, just so long as there's at least a hopeful ending. Thanks!

I've already read (and enjoyed) :

Oh by AlexaAffect

Dick Grayson and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Two To Three Weeks (But Who's Counting) by dietpudding

another try not to cry christmas by fadinglight123

P.S. To anybody saving this for their own recs, these are also some favorite JayRoy fics, they just don't have the theme of the Batfam finding out. Enjoy!

raised in the tall grass by SafelyCapricious

4 am at Denny's by bittercape (JayRoy + Slade!)

And everyone thinks I dodged a bullet, but I think I shot the gun by Daisyapples

the halfway home for washed-up sidekicks by moth_tille (JayRoy + Kyle!)

[bruciemilf]

Oliver and Bruce should act like this actually

[pricetagofficial]

Day 22: Santa Claus

Pairing: Oliver Queen x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, and Lian being too sneaky for her own good.

A/N: Welcome to day 22! 3 Days until Christmas! This one was inspired by a scenario I came up with for my Marvel OC, and I wanted to bring the idea over here. Header by me, divider by @cafekitsune

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You watched from afar as the man of the hour came into the party. For the last hour, kids of all ages were begging, pleading with their parents to see if they knew when the big man in red would come by.

While they were begging, you were upstairs helping Oliver into the suit.

You and Oliver were the hosts for the Annual Justice League Christmas Party this year, and it was an all-out event. Not only were the League members present, but so were their families.

Roy had even come with his daughter, Lian, who was especially excited to see Santa.

So when Oliver came into the room dressed as Santa, there was a soft gasp until he was quickly rushed by a bunch of children.

Diana helped you get a line set up, with the kids all ready and bouncing, excited to tell him what they wanted for Christmas.

One by one, each kid who lined up got their chance to sit with Santa and tell him what they wanted.

Oliver was a natural at it. He was goofy but stern and it warmed your heart to see him with the kids. It made you want to have one of your own.

Sure Roy saw you as a mother figure, but you weren't part of raising him. You and Oliver had only been married for a few years now, so maybe it was time.

Lian was the last one in line, and true to her spicy-self no nonsense attitude, she told Santa exactly what she wanted as Roy tried to coax his daughter into lowering her standards.

Once the kids were done, you helped Santa out of the room and headed towards the kitchen where he would get some cookies and then go back to the North Pole.

"You're so good with them," you smiled, leaning against the counter as you took a nibble of a cookie.

Oliver smiled, still clad in his Santa costume as he bit the head off a snowman cookie.

"Christmas is supposed to be special, what kind of host would I be if it wasn't?"

Setting your cookie down, you walked over and slid your arms around his waist. "Well, for what it's worth I think you're amazing, Santa." you teased.

"It got me thinking, what if we had one of our own?"

Oliver's eyes widened at you in surprise. "You're serious?"

You couldn't fight the giggles as you nodded.

"Then I say the second everyone leaves, we get to it baby." he grinned, pulling you into a kiss.

What neither of you noticed was a small girl watching from around the corner as you kissed Santa Claus. Quickly she ducked around the corner and took off running before her daddy noticed she was missing.

Lian only had one thing on her mind for the rest of the night, who was going to tell Oli you were kissing Santa Claus?

[vexeria17]

OMIGOSH guys! You really have to have this on your to-read list. It's peak comedy with a probably the best visual writing I've ever read, and will absolutely make your week! Seriously this is probably at the top of my favorite dpxdc crossovers yet. Imagine how this could get expanded? Perfection 😂 

Chapters: 7/7 Fandom: Danny Phantom, DCU, Batman - All Media Types, Superman - All Media Types, Wonder Woman - All Media Types, Green Lantern - All Media Types, Green Arrow (Comics), The Flash - All Media Types Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Danny Fenton, Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne, Diana (Wonder Woman), Oliver Queen, Hal Jordan (Green Lantern), Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Stephanie Brown, Damian Wayne, Barry Allen, Wally West, Patrick "Eel" O'Brian Additional Tags: Danny Fenton is a Little Shit, Ghost King Danny Fenton, Danny keeps saving heroes in bad cosplay of said hero he is rescuing, Clark will fight Bruce for adoption rights, Oliver will fight them both, Hal is traumatized by Danny's Olympic level trauma dumping, Barry's love language is feeding people and pummeling their evil godfathers, Diana thinks Danny is a normal kid who occationally dresses up to help, She's technically not wrong, Barbara gets to watch the Joker suffer, Bruce takes one look at this feral child and goes Mine Now, The Batfam discussing who had the best cosplay during a crime scene, Heroes get back at Danny for the cosplay Summary:

After accidently getting launched through a natural rift and stuck in a alternate universe, Danny decides to help the local heroes while waiting to get picked up. But he doesn’t do it as Phantom or Fenton, oh no. He doesn’t want either of his identities to get mixed up in all this nonsense and get traced back to him. So what does he do? Crappy cosplay.

[fanfics4all]

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Dom!Oliver Queen x Sub!Fem!Reader 

Word count: 1534

Warnings: SMUT

Y/N: Your Name 

Summary: You came without permission and now you have to deal with your punishment

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My eyes fluttered open as the fog of sleep slowly started leaving me. I could tell from the light streaming through the window that it was morning. I turned to roll over, but something prevented me from doing so. There were bounds on my wrists and ankles, holding me in a spread eagle position. I pulled against them, I could move a little bit, but just barely. Oliver was nowhere to be seen as I struggled. I wondered why I was tied to his bed, but then I remembered. I had been a very bad girl.

I waited for what felt like forever, the tension building. The ideas of what Oliver could do to me were racing through my mind. I wasn’t allowed to cum without Oliver’s permission and I blatantly disobeyed him. The door finally opened and he walked in, holding a black silk blindfold. He smirked and sat on the bed next to me. I gulped and looked up at him nervously. 

“ I see you’re finally awake, pet. Do you know why you’re tied up?” He asked. 

“I think so, Sir…” I answered and he raised a brow. 

“You think? I’m pretty sure you know. Why don’t you tell me the reason you’re all tied up, pet?” He said. 

“Because I disobeyed you, Sir.” I said. 

“How did you disobey?” He asked. 

“I came without permission, Sir.” I answered. 

“You did, slut, and now you’re going to get what’s coming to you.” He said as he placed the blindfold over my eyes. My heart started to race and I strained against the bounds. I felt him get off the bed, but I couldn’t tell what he was doing. 

Suddenly, I heard the whoosh and felt an impact on my breast. I tested and gasped in shock. A flogger. I felt him lightly drag the strings across my body. They danced across my face, down my neck, circling my tits, and finally down to my pussy. The strands slowly dragged down my pussy, causing me to shiver. Then I feel his fingers stroke my cunt. 

“Wet already? You naughty girl, only dirty sluts get excited from punishments.” He said. His fingers slid inside my pussy and I moaned, trying to push against him to get more inside me. He took his fingers away and then crack! The flogger snapped against my pussy. I cried out, trying to move away, but I couldn’t. I felt his breath fan against my ear. 

“Greedy little slut, trying to get fuck, hmm? Well, this isn’t for your pleasure, this is a punishment. This is what you deserve for disobeying.” He growled. I whimpered and gripped the bounds, desperate to cling to something. 

Crack! Crack! Crack! Three quick swats snapped against my tits, stomach, and pussy. I moaned, feeling the pain and adrenalin course through my body. The blows kept coming and I cried out each time, especially when I felt the flog slap against my nipples. Even though it hurt, I felt so safe. I knew I was getting what I deserved and I loved it. My body felt like it was on fire. My breasts must be glowing red judging by how many times he’s struck them. My nipples are beyond sensitive from the abuse and I all but scream when it comes down on them once again. 

I felt his hands rub my tits, rolling my nipples between his fingertips. I bucked my hips and cried out, the sensation was like a lightning bold driving down to my clit. I heard him chuckle. 

“Sensitive, slut?” He asked. 

“Yes Sir. Thank you Sir.” I answered. 

“Then you’re gonna love this.” He said before I felt a familiar pressure on both sides of my nipples. The clamps. My nipples were already so sensitive, I don’t think I can handle the clamps. 

“Sir, I can’t…” I whimpered. 

“Can’t what, pet? Use your words.” He said. 

“I can’t take the clamps, Sir, please no…” I begged. A sharp slap was felt against my tits, making me squeal. 

“You can take them. Your body is mine to do with as I please, slut, don’t forget that.” He said. The clamp tightened on one of my nipples. I rolled my body to try and escape the next one, but that just earned me another slap on my breasts. The pain mixed with pleasure coursed through my body as the second clamp was tightened. He pulled the chain that connected the clamps, causing me to moan in protest. 

“There. You look good enough to eat right now, pet. All hot and wet for me, and your skin is such a pretty shade of red.” He whispered in my ear. I smiled, comforted by his voice. 

I heard the flick of a lighter and furrowed my brow. What was he using a lighter for? Then I felt it. A drop of something fell onto my stomach and the stinging heat radiates out from my already reddened skin. Hot wax. Before I could even process it, more drops of wax fell onto my skin. It’s nothing I can’t handle, but it still hurts. Some drop more than others. I can feel the heat of the flame at times, and that’s when the hottest drops fall. The pain makes me squirm. I tried to push into the bed, he just moved the flame closer. He tugged on the chain connecting the clamps and immediately after a heated drop of wax fell between my breasts. My body tenses. 

“Oh god, please, Sir, not my tits! Please don’t, it hurts so much…” I begged. 

“Not your tits, hmm?” He hummed. 

“Yes, Sir, please…” I begged again. He jerked the chair again and even more drops of wax fell between my breasts. I cried out in both pain and shock. 

“I don’t think you’re understanding what’s going on here. You don’t get to make requests.” He said as I felt the drops of wax spiral around one of my breasts, circling towards my nipple. A whine escaped my lips as my body twisted and turned in anticipation. I felt the head close to my nipple and cried out, tensing my body pre-emptively, but it moved away. I feel the same wax pattern drip onto my other breast and the head close to my nipple once again. 

“Are you ready, little one?” He asked in my ear, his tone gentle. I knew he was checking in, making sure I didn’t want to safeword. As much as I didn’t want to feel what was coming I knew I deserved it for disobeying him. Slowly I nodded my head. 

“Yes Sir…” I answered breathily. The words barely escaped my mouth before I felt the drop of heated wax fall onto one of my nipples. I screamed with pain. The combination of the clamps and heated wax was too much, but I wanted to be good for him. I had to take it. My body heaved with each breath and he stroked the side of my face, lovingly. 

“One more.” He said. I tensed again, but he brushed his fingers through my hair until I relaxed a little. Then the drop fell onto my other nipple. I screamed out again, twisting my body in pain. I heard him blow out the candle and lie next to me. He gently kissed my lips. 

“Good girl. That was a lot, wasn’t it?” He asked. 

“Yes Sir, but I deserved it…” I answered. 

“Yes, you did, pet. But there’s still one last thing.” He said. My eyes widened under the blindfold. His hand moved to the chain, making the clamps move slightly. I cried out again, my nipples were incredibly sensitive. The chain lifted and I felt a tug. 

“Prepare yourself, pet.” He said. 

“For wha- OH FUCK! SIRRR!” I screamed as he tugged on the chain so hard that the clamps were pulled away from my nipples. I felt all the blood rush back into them, creating a throbbing sensation. I let out a wail as I thrashed against the pain. My tears were wetting the silk, but eventually, the pain subsided to a gentle throb. A wet washcloth slid across my skin, rubbing away the hardened wax. He was extremely careful around my nipples, but the shock still coursed through my body when I felt the rough towel against them. The bounds were removed from the wrists and ankles and then the blindfold was lifted. The first thing I saw when my eyes adjusted were his gorgeous blue-green eyes. 

“Hey there, pet.” He smiled and I smiled back. 

“Hi, Sir.” I replied shyly. He pushed some hair from my face. 

“How are you feeling?” He asked, caressing my cheek. 

“Better Sir, thank you.” I answered. 

“Are you sorry for disobeying me?” He asked. 

“Yes Sir. I won’t do it again.” I answered with a small smirk and he chuckled. 

“Oh, I think you’ll do it again. You are a very bad girl after all.” He said and I couldn’t help but smile. 

“Maybe…” I said as he gathered me in his arms. 

“I love you, Y/N.” He said. 

“I love you too, Oliver.” I said, knowing our playtime was over for now.

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also bouncing off a bruce & oliver friendship centric fic collection eg:

Oliver Queen knew Batman’s identity. Of course he did— they were best friends. Their kids were best friends! There were (unfortunately) almost no secrets between them. (The gossip sessions after the League meetings were insane).

Oliver was loose with his identity, confiding in people pretty easily. Definitely a lot easier than Bruce did.

He also currently had a concussion. The bright lights of the conference room stabbed at his eyes, his head pounding in beat with his heart. It hurt. All he wanted to do was curl up in the dark, and maybe cry.

Oliver has avoided medbay to get the post-battle brief over as soon as possible. It was a stupid idea— he needed painkillers, ideally now. Bruce always kept a selection of them in the third cubby of his belt, double-stocking all the ones his kids favoured. (He also stocked Oliver’s favourites— the pink ibuprofens that looked a little like smarties).

Bruce— Batman— was standing at the front of the room, speaking in hushed tones to Clark and Arthur. Both of the heroes looked incredibly fed up, Arthur half asleep slumped in his chair.

Oliver beelined for Bruce, his only goal to ease the pain. To no longer feel like there was an angry little man camped out in his brain, taking a hammer to the sides of it every time he so much as breathed.

Bruce’s back was to him, and the leather of his cape was so cool, so Oliver pressed his head in between his shoulder blades with a sigh of relief. The body under him stiffened, almost unnoticeably, and Clark’s complaint stuttered. Oliver ignored all of those social cues and wound his arm around Bruce’s waist, hands easily finding the ibuprofen stashed away.

No one spoke until Oliver, reluctantly, pulled himself away to find a glass of water. He barely caught Clark’s bewildered “What was that?”, let alone understood it. Bruce internally floundered in response, shrugging his shoulders and refusing to comment on the situation. He really needed to talk about boundaries at work.

BASICALLY!! its a work on how when incapacitated they kind of forget to not be best friends in the way they r yk