#Oliver Queen imagine

[thebisexualdogdad]

Smutober day 6: Oliver Queen x Male!reader - Paradise

It wasn't easy to convince Oliver to go on a vacation but Roy ensured him that star city was safe in his hands and that the two of you deserved to go away for a few days.

You land in the Bahamas and check into your hotel, the concierge showing you to your suite with an incredible view of the ocean.

“Welcome to paradise Mr. Queen and Mr. Y/L/N,” he says, “and if you need anything at all you can always reach us at the front desk.��

Your husband thanks him and when he leaves Oliver throws his bag on the chair, “maybe we shouldn't unpack very much, you know if Roy calls and we need to get back home quickly.”

You set your own bag down and throw your arms around his neck, “Ollie, this is our first vacation since our honeymoon three years ago, you need to relax.”

“I know I'm sorry, I haven't relaxed in so long I think I forgot how,” he chuckles.

“Let's go get dinner and take a walk on the beach that'll surely help,” you suggest.

“There's also something else that I think will help me relax,” he teases.

“Oh we will definitely get to that later but I'm starving after traveling all day so that has to wait,” you laugh, kissing him sweetly.

You and Oliver grab a nice dinner at a nearby restaurant before taking a stroll on the beach.

The sun is setting and there's plenty of other couples taking in the romantic scenery as well.

The waves are crashing against the shore and Oliver stops walking, putting his arms around your waist and easily picking you up to spin you around.

“Ollie,” you laugh, kissing him while he holds you in his arms.

“This place really is paradise isn't it,” he smiles into the kiss.

“I love you Oliver Queen,” you tell him.

“I love you too Y/N now are you ready to go back to the room and really get this vacation started?” He asks.

“Absolutely.”

Back in the room Oliver throws you onto the bed, taking his shirt off while you do the same.

He climbs on top of you, kissing you while your hands roam his body, tracing all his scars and with a few minutes of making out later you're both completely naked.

“Do you want to top or do you want me to top?” He questions.

“Please fuck me,” you sigh, rocking your hips up into his to rub your cocks together.

You and Oliver still had a very active sex life but due to your very active civilian lives and very active secret superhero lives you didn't often have the energy for nights of pure passion like this.

He smiles and sticks one of his fingers in his mouth, coating it in saliva before lubing your hole with it.

You groan when he slips his finger inside, stretching you out.

“Oliver,” you moan as he pumps it slowly, “I need more.”

“Are you ready for me my love?” He grins and you eagerly nod.

He removes his finger and raises your hips in the air, lining up his cock and gently pushing the tip inside.

“Oh yes,” you moan as he slides in a couple more inches giving you a moment to adjust to him.

Your cock twitches when he starts rolling his hips, Oliver enjoying the way your breathing becomes labored.

Eventually he finds a steady rhythm that makes you grasp at the pillows beneath you, your eyes instinctively shutting but then he tells you, “look at me Y/N, I want you to watch me fuck you.”

God he was so hot.

You open your eyes again, staring into his as he skillfully thrusts into you.

Oliver is smirking proudly, your stomach clenching as you get closer to your release.

“Ollie I'm gonna cum,” you tell him and he picks up the pace, fully shaking the bed now from how fast he is moving.

You reach down and begin to stroke yourself and about a minute later you are cumming all over your stomach.

When you finish Oliver pulls out of you and lays your lower half back on the bed and begins to jerk himself off.

“Oh fuck,” he groans when cum starts shooting out of his cock and mixes with yours on your stomach.

He leans down and licks your stomach clean, some of the cum getting in his beard but he doesn't care.

He gives you a moment to recover before getting out of bed and heading to the bathroom where you can hear him turn on the shower.

“You think you could stand long enough for a quick shower?” He chuckles.

“You may have to hold me,” you tease, sitting up in the bed.

“I would hold you and never let go if I could,” he smiles, leaning in to kiss you.

The next three days you and Oliver barely leave your hotel room not only was it the first time in a long time the two of you could catch up on sleep but it was the first time in a long time you were able to have hours upon hours of uninterrupted sex.

When you make it back to Star city Roy asks how the vacation was and all Oliver could respond with was, “it was paradise.”

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Shock Collar

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Oliver Queen x Fem!Reader 

Word count: 2317

Warnings: I think the title is a warning in itself, but shock collar, burns, being tortured. 

Y/N: Your Name 

Y/N/N: Your Nickname

Y/L/N: Your Last Name

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  It was a bright and sunny day and I was spending the day at the park with William. Olliver was working as Green Arrow right now. I knew he didn’t want to put William in danger, but the city needed a hero and that’s exactly what Oliver was. It took William a while to accept Oliver as the Green Arrow, but he eventually did. It took him being saved, and yes he was put in danger still after that, but Oliver would always save him. 

I was reading a book while William played soccer with some kids when my sunlight was suddenly blocked. I looked up confused and we met with a man in a suit that I’d never seen before. 

“Can I help you?” I asked and he smiled. 

“Possibly, are you Y/N Y/L/N?” He asked and my eyes widened. 

“Who are you?” I asked closing my book. 

“A friend of Oliver Queen.” He answered and smirked. My heart skipped a beat and I realized the danger far too late. He grabbed me and I tried to scream, but he covered my mouth with a wet cloth. I struggled as best I could, but he was much stronger than me. It wasn’t long before I was going limp and my vision was fading to black. 

*Oliver’s POV* 

Felicity and I were looking for Diaz, but haven’t gotten any hits. I always hated leaving William and Y/N since he’d already gone after my son before, but I needed to find him. 

“It’s like he’s a ghost Oliver.” Felicity said and I sighed. 

“I know…” I said, running a hand down my face. My phone started ringing and I saw it was William. 

“Hey buddy, what’s up?” I answered. 

“Dad! Y/N was taken!” He said, panicked. 

“What?” I asked, sitting up straighter. 

“We went to the park and I was playing soccer with some friends, but when I looked over I saw someone carrying her and she wasn’t awake.” He said. 

“William, I need you to tell me exactly what he looked like.” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. 

“He was wearing a suit and he had short black hair and a dragon tattoo near his ear.” He answered and my blood ran cold. 

“Diaz…” I whispered. Felicity shot her head over and looked at me with wide eyes. 

“Dad, is Y/N gonna be okay?” He asked worriedly. 

“She’s gonna be fine buddy. I’m gonna call your Aunt to pick you up okay?” I asked. 

“Okay.” He answered. 

“I’m gonna bring her home buddy, but you’re gonna stay with Thea for a bit until I do, okay?” I asked and he sighed. 

“Just bring her home, please…” He begged, it sounded like he was crying now. 

“I will I promise.” I said and hung up. I quickly called Thea and asked her to pick William up and explained what was going on. 

“Felicity, Diaz has Y/N and we need to work fast.” I said and she nodded. 

“What park were they at?” She asked. I thought for a second, I didn’t ask William, but I knew her favorite park. 

“I didn’t ask, but her favorite park is the one near Mario’s.” I answered and she nodded. She started hacking into the camera to see if she could see anything. 

“Got it!” She said after a few minutes. I looked over her shoulder to see Diaz putting her unconscious body in a van. He looked up at the camera and smirked. He knew we would find it… 

“Did he just…” 

“Yes.” I growled. 

“Smug bastard.” She said and tried to zoom in on the license plate. 

“Shit, he took the plates off.” She said and I groaned. Of fucking course he did. My phone rang and I looked over to see a blocked number calling me. 

“Hello?” I answered. 

“Oliver Queen! I’m assuming you’re little tech friend found the footage already and you saw me with your precious little Y/N.” Diaz said with a smirk. 

“If you do anything to her I swear I’ll-” 

“You’ll what? Kill me? Let’s face it Oliver, you wanna do that already.” He said and laughed. 

“What do you want for her.” I growled. 

“Giving in already? I thought you’d last a little longer.” He chuckled. 

“Diaz…” I growled. 

“I want you dead, Oliver. You’re in my fucking way of owning this damn city and as long as I have Y/N you’re gonna do exactly as I want.” He said and I growled. 

“You fucking touch her and I’ll kill you!” I said and he chuckled. 

“You’ll have to find me first.” He said and hung up. 

“Felicity tell me you go a location for that!” I said as she clicked the keys. 

“Not an exact, it was bouncing between towers.” She said and I threw a glass at the wall. 

“We need to find her now!” I shouted. 

“And we will, but you need to calm down.” She said and I sighed. I knew she was right, but this is my wife we’re talking about. 

*Y/N’s POV* 

I woke up with a headache and my wrists chained to a pole. Once I got my bearings and my head settled a bit, I attempted to escape. Unfortunately that only resulted in my wrists being raw. I sighed and slumped against the wall and just waited. 

After some time I heard the door open and looked up to see the man that kidnapped me. He had a smirk on his face and his hands were behind his back. 

“Glad to see you awake, Y/N.” He said and I narrowed my eyes at him. 

“Who the hell are you?” I asked. 

“Well don’t you have a mouth on you.” He said and pulled one of his hands in front of him. It was a set of keys. 

“I’ll unlock your wrists if you’re a good girl.” He said and I rolled my eyes. 

“Who are you?” I asked again. 

“Ricardo Diaz.” He said and my eyes widened. 

“Ah so Oliver’s talked about me, how sweet.” He said. 

“W-What do you want?” I asked and silently cursed myself for stuttering. 

“I want Oliver out of the picture. And with you here, he won’t be worrying about the other stuff I’m doing.” He said. 

“Now, let’s get you out of these cuffs, hmm?” He asked and walked towards me. I eyed him suspiciously, because why the hell would he let me out of the cuffs without a catch? He knelt down and smiled at me. He placed the keys on the floor next to him and I furrowed my brow. He pulled his other hand in front of him and my eyes widened. It was a fucking collar. He quickly grabbed my hair and pushed the collar onto my neck. I tried my best to keep away from him, but he was stronger and locked it around my neck.

“What? You didn’t actually think I would just unlock the cuffs without a way to keep you under control, did you?” He asked and chuckled. He picked up the keys and unlocked my wrists. I pulled them to my chest and gently rubbed the raw skin. 

“Now, be a good little bitch and you won’t get hurt.” He said and I glared at him. 

“Tell me where your little husband’s hideout is.” He said and I scoffed. 

“Like I would ever tell you.” I said, sneering at him. He smirked and reached into his pocket. I felt a painful shock shoot through my neck and I screamed in pain. It stopped after a few seconds and I looked up at him in horror. He pulled a remote out of his pocket and smirked. 

“Like I said, be a good little bitch and you won’t get hurt.” He said, waving the remote around. 

“Now let’s try this again. Where is Oliver’s hideout?” He asked. 

Hours later I was laying on the floor with my tears staining the concrete. The pain was intense and I was trembling uncontrollably from the aftershocks. 

“Where is Oliver’s hideout?” He asked again. I didn’t even have the strength to answer anymore. I just laid on the floor, gasping for air and letting the tears fall to the floor. Every part of my body hurt from the electricity running through my system. I was surprised I hadn’t passed out yet. There was a soft click and my whole body started to convulse again. I screamed and withered on the floor, my throat already raw the screams were almost silent at this point. It felt like it would never end, but about a minute later the collar stopped. Diaz let me recover again before shaking his head at me. 

“Come on Y/N, Oliver Queen can’t be worth all this.” He said, crouching down to my level. I took a deep breath and looked up at him. 

“Oliver is ten times the man you’ll ever be…” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. He shook his head and sighed. 

“You’re not getting it.” He said and pressed the button once more. I screamed as the electricity made its way through my body. The pain was becoming more and more unbearable. I felt every single muscle contracting, my teeth clenching so hard it felt like they might break, my eyes rolling to the back of my head again. Finally, the collar turned off again and I laid there gasping for air. Diaz looked down at me with anger and annoyance. 

“You’re fucking stubborn huh?” He said and stood up. 

“How about I make you a deal?” He asked and I weakly looked up at him. 

“You tell me what I want to know and I promise that once Oliver Queen is dead, you and William will be safe. I won’t do anything to either of you, hell I’ll even make sure the two of you are protected.” He said and my heart clenched at the thought of William. There’s no way he has him too, right? 

“What’d you say, Y/N? Deal?” He asked. 

“Screw you…” I said, voice still nothing more than a whisper. He sighed and pushed the button again. 

“Have it your way.” He said as I screamed in pain once again. 

*An hour later* 

There was a loud bang and Diaz looked at the door behind him. We heard shouting and gunshots. Oliver. He looked back down at me and growled. 

“Thought it would take him longer to find you.” He said, annoyed. He cracked his neck and pulled a gun out of his pocket. 

“I’ve got something to take care of, for once be a good little bitch and stay put.” He said and left the room. I could hardly move as the aftershocks slowly stopped. At this point, I wasn’t sure if I was flinching because of the shocks or the loud gunshots. I couldn’t focus on anything so I didn’t notice when it grew eerily quiet. It wasn’t until I heard footsteps rushing closer to me that I realized. I tried to move, but I was so weak. I felt my eyes slowly closing as my body finally got to relax. I heard the door open and someone saying my name. I couldn’t make out who it was, but I felt them pulling the collar off and lifting me into their arms. I faded to black as someone carried me away from the cell. 

*Oliver’s POV* 

I sat next to Y/N as she laid in the hospital bed. She had electric burns on her neck and her body was incredibly weak. The doctors said they were shocked that she was even breathing with how much electricity she had coursing through her. They said it would take a little while, but she would be okay. Diaz was lucky he was already dead or I would strap that fucking collar to his neck until he was dead. 

Y/N’s hand twitched and I shot my head up to look at her face. She stirred slightly and slowly opened her eyes. They quickly closed again and she groaned. 

“Y/N? Honey?” I asked and she slowly opened her eyes again. She looked over at me and her eyes widened. 

“I-Is this real?” She asked in a whisper. I nodded and grabbed her some water. I held the straw up to her lips and she gulped half the glass down. 

“Thank you.” She said, her voice still weak, as I placed the water back down. 

“You shouldn’t thank me. I’m the reason this happened to you…” I said, gripping her hand and kissing her knuckles. 

“But you saved me.” She said with a small smile. 

“You can’t keep getting put in danger because of me, Y/N.” I said with tears in my eyes. 

“Oliver, I knew the risks when you told me. I also told you that you wouldn’t be getting rid of me no matter what. This is no different.” She said and I let a tear fall. 

“Look at you. You were fucking electrocuted because of me! I should have never gone back to this life…” I said and she gently lifted my face to look at her. 

“You’re a hero, Oliver Queen. Everyone in the city needs you to stop people like Diaz.” She said and I shook my head. 

“You and William are more important the the city.” I said and she smiled. 

“Is William okay?” She asked and I nodded. 

“He’s fine, he’s with Thea.” I answered and she sighed in relief. 

“Thank God…” She said and slowly closed her eyes. 

“Get some rest, I’m not going anywhere.” I said and kissed her hand.

“I love you…” She whispered before she fell asleep. 

“I love you too honey… I promise I’ll protect you next time…” I whispered and held her hand a bit tighter.

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[jasonstodger]

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.

[green-quiver]

new beginnings

Pairing: Oliver Queen x Reader Summary: The first time you meet Oliver Queen Word Count: 1,068 Trigger Warning: None

The first time you meet Oliver Queen, the world feels different. It's not every day you encounter someone who embodies the paradox of a billionaire playboy with a brooding, almost haunted air. Standing there at the event—some lavish, high-profile charity gala downtown—you barely register the extravagance of the venue, all the gold accents and crystal chandeliers, as your eyes fall on him.

He moves through the crowd like he's part of it but separate at the same time. People part around him, not because he commands attention overtly, but because there's something about him. The sharp cut of his tuxedo, perfectly tailored to his athletic frame, is a stark contrast to the casual, almost distracted way he glances around the room. His hair is neatly styled, but there’s a rugged edge to his appearance, something raw and untamed lurking just beneath the surface. It's in the tension in his shoulders, the way he scans his surroundings, calculating, never fully at ease.

The first thing you notice as you edge closer is his eyes. They're green, piercing, and they hold a depth that draws you in and makes you curious. He's talking to a small group, some local politicians, perhaps, and a few well-dressed socialites, but there's a distance in his expression, like he's going through the motions without really being present.

And then it happens. His gaze flickers over the room, and for a split second, it locks onto yours. It's fleeting, but it hits you like a jolt of electricity. You freeze. He doesn't linger, his eyes moving past you like they were never there in the first place, but the sensation stays with you. It's like he's seen something about you no one else does, even though he didn't really look. It’s unsettling, yet fascinating.

You busy yourself with a glass of champagne, trying to shake off the odd feeling when you hear a voice behind you. “Not your kind of scene either?”

You turn, and there he is, Oliver Queen, standing right next to you. Up close, he’s even more striking, though there’s a roughness to him that the perfect suit doesn’t quite hide. His jawline is strong, with just a hint of stubble, and you notice the faintest of scars above his brow—almost unnoticeable, but there if you’re looking close enough.

You blink, caught off guard, but manage a smile. “I’m just here for the free drinks.”

His lips twitch into something that might almost be a smile, but it never quite reaches his eyes. “You and me both.”

There’s a beat of silence, but it’s not awkward. In fact, it’s as though the rest of the room falls away for a moment, leaving just the two of you standing there, watching each other.

“I don’t think we’ve met,” you finally say, though it’s more of an observation than a question. Of course you know who he is. Everyone knows who he is. Oliver Queen, the heir to Queen Consolidated, the man who came back from the dead after five years lost at sea.

He quirks an eyebrow. “Oliver Queen.”

His name carries weight, as if it should mean something more than just two words, and it does. But there’s something in the way he says it, almost reluctantly, as if it doesn’t quite fit him anymore. As if, somehow, he’s outgrown the name.

“I know,” you say, before you can stop yourself.

Something flickers in his eyes again—amusement, perhaps? But it’s gone too quickly to tell. He tilts his head, studying you, and for a moment you wonder if he can see right through you, if he knows exactly what you’re thinking. It’s unsettling, the intensity of his gaze, but you hold it.

“What’s your name?” he asks.

You tell him, your voice steady, though your heart is beating just a little faster than usual. There's something about being the focus of his attention that makes you hyperaware of every movement, every breath.

“Nice to meet you,” he says, his voice soft but deep, with a hint of something that feels like distance. He’s right here in front of you, but you get the sense that part of him is somewhere else, somewhere far away. It's like he’s carrying the weight of a thousand memories, each one darker than the last, and they're pulling him down even as he stands in this bright, glittering room.

Before you can say anything else, someone from the crowd—a woman in an elegant gown—approaches him, interrupting the moment. He glances at her, then back at you, and for a brief second, it looks like he might stay, might continue whatever this conversation was going to be. But then, with a small nod, he excuses himself and disappears back into the crowd.

You watch him go, feeling a strange mix of relief and disappointment. He’s a hard man to figure out, Oliver Queen. On the surface, he’s charming enough, playing the part of the billionaire philanthropist, but there’s something underneath that makes you think he’s more than just what people see. He’s hiding something. Or maybe he’s just hiding from himself.

As the evening wears on, you catch glimpses of him here and there, mingling with the elite, shaking hands, smiling politely. But every time, there’s that same sense of detachment, as if he’s going through the motions but not really present. And yet, there’s also something dangerous about him. It’s not overt, not in the way he talks or carries himself, but it’s there, just beneath the surface. A simmering intensity, like he’s a coiled spring, waiting for the right moment to release.

You find yourself wondering what kind of life he’s lived—what could turn a man like Oliver Queen into the person standing in front of you now. The news stories paint one picture: a reckless playboy turned survivor, turned philanthropist. But the person you met, even in those brief moments, seems far more complex. There’s a darkness in him, something that the lights of this glamorous world can’t quite erase.

As you leave the gala that night, you can’t shake the feeling that your encounter with Oliver Queen wasn’t just a chance meeting. There was something about it—about him—that felt like the beginning of something, though you don’t quite know what. You tell yourself it’s probably nothing, just a fleeting moment in a world where such moments are common.

But deep down, you know better.

[gatorbites-imagines]

 DC characters and what kind of yandere I think they would be

Let me know what other characters you want me to add.

Some of my headcanons probably wont fit other well-known ones in the dc fandom, but it is what it is.

Ill be basing the different kinds of yanderes off this post.

Bruce Wayne: Overprotective, manipulative. delusional, depending on the situation.

Dick Grayson: Obsessive and possessive.

Jason Todd: Clingy and obsessive.

Tim Drake: Delusional and obsessive.

Damian Wayne: Possessive and clingy.

 Clark Kent: Overprotective and clingy.

Conner Kent/Kon-El: Impulsive and obsessive.

Jonathan “Jon” Kent: Clingy and impulsive.

 Hal Jordan: Delusional and obsessive.

Kyle Rayner: Obsessive and clingy.

Guy Gardner: Impulsive and possessive.

 Barry Allen: Delusional and overprotective.

Wally West: Obsessive and possessive.

Bart Allen: Impulsive and delusional.

 Oliver Queen: Overprotective and manipulative.

Roy Harper: Possessive and overprotective.

 Michael Jon Carter: Delusional and obsessive.

Ted Kord: Overprotective and clingy.

 Slade Wilson: Impulsive and sadistic.

Eobard Thawne: Sadistic and self-indulgent.

Harvey Dent: Obsessive and overprotective.

Killer Croc/Waylon Jones: Possessive and impulsive.

[kiwisfics]

Summary: A little drabble. Oliver says, "That's my girl," to reader. Reader is hinted to be a meta vigilante.

“Seriously, Oliver, this is unnecessary. I can take care of myself already,” despite her words, [Name] continued to focus on the boxing gloves she was donning, tightening the straps around her wrists.

“If that’s true, then you won’t have any problem proving it.” Oliver flashed her a grin, and she rolled her eyes, copying his form as he sunk into an offensive stance.

Oliver knew good and well who and what she was, but her small stature—and the fact that they were dating—earned his concern for her well-being. That was fine by her, she’d just have to show him how good she could be at her job.

The moment his gloved fist came toward her face, she ducked and threw her body forward, her shoulder slamming against his midsection and sending him falling into the ropes of the ring. Oliver looked bewildered as she crossed her arms, a smirk crossing her face.

The smirk fell when he started laughing.

“Hey! What’s so funny? I knocked you down fair and square!”

“You’re right, you’re right,” he got back to his feet, “that’s my girl.”

A proud grin crossed her face but was knocked away as quickly as her smirk as he swept her legs from beneath her and caught her by the wrist before she could hit the ground.

“Still weak to flattery, I see.”

[statticscribbles]

Meeting

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Summary: Barry Allen (female)/Male Reader, One shot; Reader meets Oliver for the first time and wonders how he and Barry can be friends.

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You’re trying to be quiet, you know it's an hour earlier than you usually get up, not to mention Bailey had only come in two hours ago from some fight she wouldn’t talk about. She mumbles about someone unexpected dropping in and then laughs at it which makes you check her for a concussion. She doesn’t have one, she must be overtired and you’re trying to keep yourself as quiet as possible to avoid waking her up.

“Ollie’s coming by later for dinner.” She grumbles as she turns over on the bed, not really sitting up but moving just enough to watch as you get ready. You pull your jacket over your shirt and lean over to kiss her slowly.

“Ollie?” You can vaguely remember Bailey having mentioned someone coming for dinner but there’s a faint spike of worry that you can’t remember who exactly it is. You know she wouldn’t bring anyone who’s a threat but you also know that some of her particular friends might bring trouble without meaning to. 

“Oliver Queen.” She mumbles already half asleep again.

“Oliver?” You tilt your head, Bailey hadn’t mentioned him and you knew she often introduced her ‘flash friends’ by whatever name they chose. Or were given, you weren’t really sure how that worked. You sighed a little watching her turn over, fully asleep and putting an end to the conversation.

You leave a note asking her to message you what you need to bring home, either take-out or groceries to actually prepare a dinner for both of you and Oliver. You make a point to message her at a more reasonable hour the same note, but also confirming it’ll just be Oliver joining the two of you.

It’s just take out. You remind yourself that Oliver can’t be anyone you want to impress. Or anyone Bailey feels the need to impress if how she’d asked for all her favourite dishes mean anything. You focus on this calling in the usual order for dinner you always have at your favourite place. You don’t think much about it either way, trying to avoid the annoyance spiking in the back of your mind, and avoiding thinking about all the ways they may have met before you’d come into Bailey’s life. Unfortunately the only other thing for you to think about is how worried Bailey was about the threat she was barely talking about. She’d said she tell you everything soon, and you hope that Oliver will make that easier. The last thing you want is someone explaining everything to you after the danger has passed. You know you’re not a match for any sort of villain, you’re just a radio host; but you hate not being aware about the dangers your girlfriend is putting herself in.

You blink, surprised to see Bailey’s eyes light up and then Oliver, who you assume is the man on the couch, chuckling slightly. You hadn’t thought she’d let herself be caught off guard, she always seemed to know where you are in the house, and you’d messaged her that you were only a few minutes out.

“That must be Y/N home then?”

“Yes! How was work?” Bailey grins at you like there’s not a stranger sitting on your couch. He’s glaring a little now and you try not to scowl back.

“I come bearing food, you must be Oliver.”

“Oh good, I’ll get plates.” You want to pull Bailey into your arms.

“So he knows right?”

“Course, I’m the flash right baby?”

“Yep, Guessing Oliver is???” You nod towards him and he smirks.

“Green Arrow.” You nod trying to hide your confusion. Bailey was pretty much a human sunbeam; you wonder if she was associating with Oliver out of necessity but when she hands him a plate and he scowls until she presents him a fork from behind her back, do you he can see that it seems to be more siblings teasing each other than anything else. Oliver laughs at you, you know you’ve given them a weird look and Bailey grimaces a little as you sit next to her.

“Thwane… The threat is.. Well we think…” Bailey seems nervous and you squeeze her hand.

“Take your time, tell me everything.” You nod and can see Oliver smiling a little, you hope that means he approves of you.

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I fucking love genuinely out of touch rich guy Bruce Wayne. Like realistically, yeah, he knows the value of a dollar and how far it gets you but just off the people around him it would be fucking hilarious.

Dick who's lived his entire life in the circus asks for some lunch money.

Rich guy™️ Bruce hands him a thousand because he doesn't have anything smaller.

Reporter Clark Kent casually venting about his 2 mortgages.

Rich guy™️ Bruce tries to relate by talking about how hard it is to juggle his 27 private properties across the world hidden in various shell companies full of millions of dollars worth of batman gear.

Meanwhile Oliver Queen who just has the 1 house, shoves everything into a gym bag and flies his own ass places is sitting there like what the fuck.

Jason certified street kid and son of a drug addict currently splitting rent 5 ways "Yeah it's been hard to keep the lights on with Roy in rehab"

Rich guy™️ Bruce "why don't you dip into your trust fund?"

Jason certified problem child perpetually on the edge of getting disowned. "My what now?"

Commissioner Gordon, father of two, fully aware his daughter is batgirl, spends half his paycheck on his son's indefinite psychiatric treatment, cant afford to leave the rent controlled apartment he's had half his damn life, with a literal nightmare job in the worst city in the world, paranoid because of the stupid amount of corruption around him constantly, and is always on the edge of a mental breakdown.

Rich guy™️ Bruce "You need a vacation. There's this amazing place in the Bahamas you should try-"

Commissioner Gordon, whose idea of a vacation is faking his death for a week in a sting operation, already sobbing.

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It’s before Ethiopia and Bruce has asked for Dick’s help on a magic user case. Both of them get de-aged to 14/15.

So, we get Jason, who is more confident about his relationship with Bruce than he had been at 12, but was starting to get benched more often. Dick, who knows about Batman and Robin but doesn’t know Jason is adopted OR Robin. And teenage Bruce’s non-verbal ass who doesn’t know any of this. And poor Alfred, now looking after 3 teenagers with anger issues.

So Jason is the only one besides Alfred of any real understanding of what happened. Dick is trying to treat the situation like his first solo case without Batman since Bruce doesn’t know who either of them are, and Alfred is struggling to explain taking in two children Bruce’s age, and vigilantism, and magic.

After the boys prove they’re willing to do something incredibly dangerous without telling Alfred, he gives up and calls Clark. He’s the easiest way to convince Bruce he’s telling the truth about the world and will call in the Justice League to handle the magic user. Dick and Jason are pissed but Clark and Diana are there, so it’s not as bad as it could be.

There are too many people and Bruce is struggling the most to figure out how to act and for someone already non-talkative it’s even worse. He finds Diana waiting for him in his favorite quiet spot. Neither of them say anything for a long time. Eventually, Bruce breaks first and the two talk about what kind of person he becomes, how highly regarded he is in superhero circles and Gotham for being Batman and Bruce Wayne. But secretly, he’s most concerned about just being Bruce. About the two boys in his house that he’s a father to.

Dick and Jason really have it out. And sure, Dick’s skills surpass Jason’s at this age because he’s been an acrobat all his life, but Jason puts up a fight that’s dirty and mean and desperate. They clash badly and it’s brutal. Jason admits to not knowing about where the name Robin came from and Dick admits he’s not adopted. Dick starts to understand that Jason thinks Bruce only took him in so he could be Robin. And Jason starts to grapple with the fact he replaced Dick and took his family from him. They’re both miserable but they’re also both avoiding Bruce.

He’s made it clear he doesn’t want to talk to them and as the person who has the least understanding of what’s going on, they’ve been trying not to overwhelm him. Because they’re both pretty good at reading adult Bruce and this kid version looks like he’s gonna take off running at any minute.

Jason tries keeping to himself by reading in the library and Dick tries to stay in the cave but gets pushed out by the Justice League and has to do his workouts in the home gym. Bruce tries to stay in the kitchen with Alfred, who asks him to bring the other boys lunch and to try speaking with them for a few minutes.

Bruce asks Jason what he’s reading and is struck by how earnest he is, even if he’s defensive. It’s more honest than any of the other kids he goes to school with, who are concerned only with appearances and money. Bruce tells him what they’re covering in his own classes and Jason asks if any of the teachers are the same. Jason calls one old woman who was old when Bruce knew her a crone and it startles a laugh out of him. Jason thinks that maybe they’ll be okay.

Bruce finds Dick in the gym and watches him for a while. He startles him on accident and Dick lands on his ankle wrong. There’s a first aid kit in the gym so Bruce hands it to him and asks how he can help. Dick is surprised that Bruce knows this level of first aid this young and he admits to thinking about medical school and following his father’s footsteps.

Bruce is struck by how unlike other people Dick and Jason are. That if he had met them now, he’d like to think they’d have become friends. How they would have liked Harvey.

When the spell is reversed, Dick and Jason have a long talk about what it is to be brothers. Bruce and Jason talk about their relationship as being different from Batman and Robin. Bruce adopts Dick and they discuss his independence with a lot less yelling than normal.

[thebisexualdogdad]

Restrained - Oliver Queen x male!reader

For @inhumanshadows

*Rafa Silva used as fancast*

"Is this too tight?" You ask, Oliver wiggling around in the ropes strapped across his body.

"Nope it's perfect," he replies excitedly.

You knot off the rope that starts at his chest, going down to his stomach, then his thighs, legs, ankles and back up to his chest again.

You help him settle comfortably in bed, putting his hands up to the bedframe and cuffing him into place.

"Remember the safe word baby, say nectarine and I'll stop," you tell him and he nods in agreement.

You kiss him sweetly before traveling down to his neck, Oliver sighing when you bite down on his shoulder.

By the time you reach his chest he's already tugging on the handcuffs as you lick and suck all along his chest before finally taking one of his nipples between your lips.

You spend some time alternating between his nipples getting them nice and hard, his cock now standing tall and twitching in the air.

"Y/N please," he grunts desperate for you to touch him where he needs you most.

"We're not there yet Ollie," you tease, moving down to his abs, kissing the scars that he's earned over the years.

His abs clench, his cock gently slapping against your cheek from this angle making you grin.

When you reach his pelvis he thinks your finally going to take him in your mouth but you skip over right to his thighs.

"Fuck," he grunts in frustration.

"So close," you taunt, spreading his thigh apart and ravishing them just like you have been the rest of his body.

Cum is leaking from the tip of his cock, dripping down, he feels the rope burns forming and it makes him struggle harder.

"I think I've tortured you enough," you say after spending ten minutes leaving marks all over his thighs.

His breath hitches when you lick up the shaft of his throbbing cock, sucking on the tip which makes him tugs harshly on the handcuffs, pleasurably hurting his wrists.

You bob your head expertly, taking him all the way to the back of your throat without gagging.

The ropes keep him restrained as he squirms, suddenly feeling you squeeze and play with his balls.

His eyes roll back when he cums straight down your throat, a string of curse words coming from him above you.

You delightfully swallow it all and climb on top of him, settling on his waist with Oliver writhing in the ropes, rutting his hips upwards for contact.

Placing your hands on his chest you rub your ass against his cock and he groans as he starts to get hard again.

Reaching behind you, you raise your hips up just enough to guide his cock inside you and he moans loudly when you start slowly rolling your hips while you adjust to him.

You put one hand around his throat, squeezing firmly while the other starts twisting and tugging on his nipples.

The ropes binding him feel like they are getting tighter when the slow rolling of your hips turns into fast paced rhythmic bouncing but it feels like heaven to him.

He wants to touch you so badly but the handcuffs keeping his hands above his head are denying him so instead he watches your cock swinging around while you ride him.

Your own release is approaching so you let go of his throat and quickly jerk yourself off until you are cumming all over his chest and face.

"Fuck I'm cumming Oliver!" You cry out never stopping your pace to prolong your climax.

Hearing you scream his name like that takes him over the edge and this second orgasm hits him like a tidal wave, cumming deep inside you.

When you finally slow your movements you lean down, licking your cum off his chest and straight up to his cheek where some remnants landed.

"Y/N," he mutters, chest heaving as the fatigue starts to set in.

"You okay baby?" You ask him, noticing his eyes looking hazy.

"I'm tired but in the best way," he chuckles softly.

"Let me get these ropes off of you, after I clean you up you can get some much deserved rest," you say, first taking off the handcuffs before moving to the ropes.

As you undo the ropes there's red burns all over his skin that blend in with his scars and you gently kiss them to soothe him.

He hums and smiles, looking down at you, "I love you Y/N,"

"I love you too Ollie," you smile back at him.

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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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[jupiter-letters]

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.

[aangelinakii]

JUSTICE LEAGUE LOVE LANGUAGES.

characters written about in this piece : clark kent, diana prince, barry allen, oliver queen, dinah lance

not proofread !

note : i was gonna include hal and arthur curry but i decided it would kindaa be a lot, so i narrowed it down to my favs 😙 if you're looking for bruce, bc he's quite obviously missing, you can find his here with the rest of the batfam :)))

CLARK KENT — acts of service

clark is just a big ol lover boy who wants to make sure his significant other is happy at all times, and he wants to show his adoration by helping them out here and there, and making sure they feel more than loved. he will be more than happy to do something for you if you ask, but he prefers surprising you with little things instead, because part of the reason this is his love language is seeing your reaction. but a fundamental part to being in a relationship with clark, is that these acts also need to be reciprocated. i feel like he may have a slightly lower self esteem than expected, so if he doesn't receive kind acts, then he may become insecure.

ways he likes to show his love : delivering your favourite lunch while you're at work , walking your dog , brewing you a warm cup of your choice in the morning , cleans your shared apartment for when you return from work or a weekend away

ways of showing love that he appreciates : cooking his favourite meals , shoot him a call or text when going grocery shopping to ask if he wants anything , caring for him when he's sick , opening his car door (even though he will tell you not to, but will secretly be loving it the whole time)

DIANA PRINCE — quality time

she came from a community that wasn't explicitly affectionate in a sappy way, so i think she has partly internalised that. that isn't to say that she can never ever be sweet, because of course she can, but i think she's more comfortable having her own space, whilst still being with you. like, i don't think she's big on physical affection. i don't think anything traumatic happened, i think it's just a preference, and partly because she knows she's a killing machine, so she wants to be careful, treat you with fragility. after a long day, she feels as though there is nothing better than to wind down beside her lover.

favourite ways to spend quality time : you tending to her wounds , going for walks or exercising together , museum trips where she tells you the truth about all the ancient artefacts , going on grocery runs together , laying in bed and talking about your days

BARRY ALLEN — physical affection

i think barry is similar to how i described wally in the young justice one, but like more mature. like he is better at understanding boundaries than wally, and certainly more romantic. despite being the flash, barry's a slow guy. he loves slow, lives slow. he doesn't rush romance, or force anything. his touches are soft and deliberate. barry's a sweet guy, and an especially sweet lover. he sees a warm hug as the perfect way to end a long, harsh, dirty day, and to keep his work as the flash separate from his home life.

favourite forms of physical affection : fixing hair or brushing it behind ears , bathing together and washing one another , wrapping his arms around your waist whilst you cook , pressing soft kisses to temples

OLIVER QUEEN — physical affection && words of affirmation

ollie is an all-rounder when it comes to his love languages and ways of showing love; he's great in all aspects. but i'd say his favourite ways of showing his affection would be through both touch, and telling you how he feels about you through words. he's great at reassuring you as he always sounds genuine. never a tinge of sarcasm or condescend. and his touch alone is reassuring. when he holds you, he holds you tight and long – forever, if he could. i think he invests a lot into a relationship, although it may not be inherently obvious. by this i mean, within himself he finds the relationship incredibly important, but doesn't exactly let you know how much he has going for it. he thinks about the future all the time, but doesn't talk about his dreams in fear of scaring you away, so stays silent. are you with me?

favourite forms of physical affection : laying in bed or on the couch, looping an arm around you as you lay on his chest , piggybacks when you're tired , taking your hand while he drives , kissing your knuckles

words he means : " i don't think you realise how much you mean to me. and you really mean so much " , " for you, i would do anything " , " i'm always so in awe of you " , " you're just so amazing "

DINAH LANCE — words of affirmation && acts of service

anybody would be lucky to have dinah as a lover. she's passionate and deliberate, and can read your needs like a book. she's incredibly attentive, and always makes sure your needs are tended to. although i wouldn't say she's incredibly romantic, per se, through her words, they are comforting. like she's not the type to drown you in compliments, but the fact she waits for the right time makes them more meaningful when she does so. but when i say that she's a passionate lover, i truly mean that she takes her love for you in stride, and makes it her drive to live and survive each day.

words she means : " i am here for you " , " i'm so lucky to know you " , " you're my best friend, i hope you know that " , " i can't imagine my life without you "

ways she likes to show love : noticing when you're feeling down, and suggesting a way to cheer you up , brushing, combing, picking your hair, or just playing with it , buys extra of your favourite things to have in the house , not to brag but she would totally kill someone for you, or even build you a palace if you asked

[thebigbadbatswife]

Hi sorry to bother you or bug you but can you please write a fanfic or maybe a short post about how would the mail Justice League members would react to female superhero reader while she's on her period apparently I'm on the starting stage of having my period cramps are the worst and I need comfort you can make this however you want it's up to you I understand if you don't want to that's fine but if you do want to do this thank you so much you're an awesome person and an amazing writer and also I think you're writing is awesome never stop loving yourself and never stop treating yourself also don't forget to have a self care day 😇

 Hey! You’re not bothering me at all! 

You know what I don’t normally take requests (refer to my pinned post), but screw it. I’m having a shitty time with my own uterus so why not? Nothing makes me feel better than reading and/or writing fluff when I feel bad and hopefully this’ll make you and other people feel better as well 💜

I’ve already done a post similar to this featuring Bruce (you can find that here) so for this I’m just going to be doing Arthur, Clark and Ollie* since I know them better than I do the rest of the League. I hope that’s okay! 

And thank you so much for your kind words! I’m so glad that you like my writing! I hope that you enjoy 💜

*And a bonus w/ Diana since the idea came to me while I was writing the boys and I could not resist and just had to include her.

Warnings - F!Reader. Established Relationship. Period mentions (Obviously). Comfort. Fluff!

Clark keeps track of your cycle so that he can always make sure you’re stocked up on the things that you need. Chocolates, sweets, sanitary products, pain medicines, his mom’s special homemade cookies. You name it, he’s already stocked the cupboards and fridge with it. 

Definitely a bit of a mother hen. Likes to dote on you and make sure that you’re fed and hydrated, but isn’t overbearing or condescending in any way. He knows that you are more than capable of taking care of yourself. He also knows that there are times where you just want to be taken care of and cuddled in bed until you’re feeling better, he’s more than happy to do so. He’s also a walking furnace so no more waiting for a hot water bottle or heat pad to warm up when you’ve got Clark right there instead.

Arthur is a lot of like Clark. Keeps track of your cycle, makes sure you have everything you could possible need. You don’t even need to lift a finger as he will have the palace staff bring it straight to you. 

Obviously, as king of Atlantis, he has duties he must attend to, but the ones that he can pass off to others he does so that he can be there for you while you need him. When he is with you be ready for lots of kissing and cuddling as he makes it up to you and does his best to make you feel better. 

Oliver can be… a little bit forgetful. He doesn’t keep track of your cycle like Clark and Arthur, at least he doesn’t in the very beginning of your relationship. Definitely makes the wrong joke at the wrong time and the glare that you give him is more than enough for him to realise he’s messed up and badly. He’s quick to start making amends though!

Waits on you hand and foot. Anything that you want he will run and get it for you. To the point that it’s like he’s trying to compete with the Flash for the title of fastest man alive. Still makes jokes, but now they’re so ridiculously corny it’s hard to not laugh at them when you’re still trying your very best to be mad at him. Is more than happy to snuggle with you (once you have forgiven him and will actually let him).

Bonus!

Diana, of course, knows just how much periods can hurt. She sympathises with you greatly when she finds you curled upon the couch and she hates to see you in such pain and discomfort. She makes sure that you have eaten, drunk something and had some pills before she is pulling you to lay on top of her, strong muscular arms wrapping around you and pressing a kiss to the top of your head. She won’t be leaving your side until you’re feeling better so if there is anything that you need she will order it in for you instead.

[im-not-batman]

Should i finish this rhaenicent gif or nah

ive been looking at it so long now i kinda hate it so im looking to external validation to fuel me

[unholyjs]

Bad Things ~ Oliver Queen x Reader

This is the prologue for a fic I'm writing on Wattpad, sharing it here because I'm kind of proud of the story.

~

"Ollie?" Your voice cracks as you look between him and the power-dampening cuffs on your wrists. "What are you doing?"

The shock doesn't come from being thrown into a cell. It comes from the icy glare in Oliver's eyes—the same eyes that once looked at you with nothing but love. Now, they hold a cold, unrecognizable look. You knew this moment would come eventually. You knew he'd find out about your double life, but even in your worst nightmares, it never felt like this.

"You've been working with us since the very beginning," Oliver growls, stepping back as the glass door slides shut, sealing you inside. "And all this time, you were playing us. Playing me."

You swallow hard, trying to ignore the sting of his words. It wasn't supposed to end like this. You joined Team Arrow as a means to an end, to gain his trust and operate under the nose of your biggest threat. You never intended to develop feelings. You never meant to fall in love.

"Well, you found me out," you say, lifting your bound hands to wipe away the tears you refuse to shed, "Congratulations, Oliver. It only took you six years to finally see what was right in front of you."

Oliver's jaw clenches, his hand forming a tight fist at his side, "You've killed innocent people, Y/N. This is where you belong."

You scoff, tilting your head with a bitter smile, "What do you think you know? You found out I'm Malevolent, but I bet you don't know half the people I've killed—or why."

"Then tell me!" Oliver slams his fist against the glass barrier. You flinch, flashes of your father's abuse overwhelming you. You force yourself to take a deep breath, pushing the fear back down.

To be honest, villainy might as well have been written across your forehead from the start. Your father beat you senseless before you were even old enough to understand what abuse was. Every small mistake became an excuse for his rage. Your mother wasn't any better—always drunk or high, barely aware she had a child.

You carried those scars for years, blaming yourself. Maybe if you hadn't touched this, or looked at that, your father would've left you alone. Maybe if you behaved better, your mother would have loved you.

But eventually, you convinced yourself that you deserved better. You left the torment behind and joined the Army as soon as you were legal, it was your first real break. You fell in love, got married, and had two beautiful children. For the first time in you whole life, you were happy. It was a kind of happiness you never even though existed growing up. But it didn't last. It never does.

"You wouldn't understand," you whisper, dropping your gaze. "You see everything in black and white, Oliver. I'm forced to live in the gray."

He steps closer, his expression torn between fury and something softer. "Then help me understand," he demands, his voice breaking for the first time. "Why did you do it? Why did you betray us?"

The question hits you hard, and suddenly the walls of the cell seem to fade away. Your mind drifts back to a moment you've tried so hard to bury—a moment that still haunts your every waking thought. The moment that's driven every waking moment and every decision you've made for the past few years.

You push open the front door of your home, smiling as you call out to your children. "Melody? Michael? I'm back!"

There's no response, normally the second you'd walk in the house you'd be greeted by their little footsteps pounding excitedly towards the door. They always knew when you were home. You suspiciously set your bag down and walk into the living room, expecting to find toys scattered across the floor and the sound of laughter echoing through the house. 

Instead, it's silent. Eerily silent.

A chill runs down your spine, and the smile fades from your face, you pull your gun from it's holster at you side. "Melody?" you call again, your voice trembling slightly now. You step into the kitchen, and that's when you see it—the shattered glass on the floor, the overturned chairs.

Your heart pounds in your chest as you move down the hallway. It feels like your feet are made of lead, every step heavier than the last. You push open the door to the kids' room, and the sight before you rips the breath from your lungs.

Melody and Michael lie motionless on the floor, their innocent eyes frozen wide in terror. A single bullet wound pierces each of their small foreheads, their once-bright faces contorted in horror—the image sears into your mind, you know their expressions will haunt you forever. You drop to your knees, a choked scream tearing from your throat as you scoop up and cradle their lifeless bodies. "No, no, no..." you sob, rocking back and forth, pressing kisses to their cold foreheads, "My babies."

You can barely see through the tears as you stumble into the bedroom you once shared with your husband. The bed is soaked in blood, the sheets tangled around his lifeless form. His eyes are vacant, the same gentle eyes that once looked at you with love.

You collapse against the doorway, a guttural scream of agony ripping from your chest. Your entire world has shattered, and you know in that moment that nothing will ever be the same.

You don't know how long you sit there, but when you finally stand, your tears have dried. All that's left is a hollow emptiness inside you, a cold determination that replaces the grief.

You will find out who did this. And you will make them pay.

You're jolted back to the present, the cold walls of the cell pressing in around you. Oliver is still standing there, his eyes locked on yours, waiting for an answer.

You open your mouth to speak, but the words die in your throat. He doesn't bother to repeat the question. Instead, he taps the computer screen, and you watch helplessly as the pipeline seals itself shut, cutting off your powers and any chance of escape—for now.

~

Oliver storms into the main room of STAR Labs, where the rest of the team waits in silence. The tension is palpable. He can feel their eyes on him, but he doesn't want to talk. Not now. Behind his stoic mask of indifference, he was hurting. His mind raced, searching for any plausible explanation that could clear your name and bring you back into his arms. There had to be a reason—he was sure of it. 

He had worked with you for six years, memorized every quirk, every fear. He thought he knew you better than anyone, better than you knew yourself. And yet, in this moment, he realized he knew nothing about you at all.

He heads straight for the computer, typing furiously until your file appears on the screen. The national meta database is almost blank, save for a few vague details.

Name: Y/N Y/L/N Known Aliases: 'Y/N Vance,' 'Black Arrow,' 'Malevolent' Occupation: Unknown Status: Unknown Family: Unknown Abilities: Electricity, Telepathy, Teleportation, Regeneration DOB: Unknown

Oliver slams his fist down on the desk, his voice a broken whisper. "Why the hell does no one know anything about her?"

Barry steps forward, pulling nervously at his fingers. "Oliver, I know you don't want to hear this, but you need to talk to her. Not at her. You can't threaten her or berate her. You have to listen."

Oliver's hands tremble as he grips the edge of the desk. He's fighting to keep his emotions in check, but he knows Barry is right. Maybe if he had listened to you sooner, things wouldn't have turned out like this.

"Okay," he finally mutters, the word coming out strained.

~

The hiss of the pipeline door opening makes you jump to your feet. You're surprised to see Oliver standing there, still dressed in his leather costume, the hood pulled back to reveal his tired, conflicted expression.

"Who are you?" he asks, stepping closer to the glass, his voice barely above a whisper.

You meet his gaze head-on, forcing yourself to smile. "I'm Y/N. Or did you miss that?"

"Y/L/N or Vance?" he demands. "Because you told me your last name was Vance."

"I lied," you say flatly, dislocating your thumb to slip out of the cuffs. The pain barely registers anymore; you've trained yourself for this.

"What's your story?" Oliver's voice cracks slightly. "Your meta file doesn't list anything before six years ago. Why?"

"I erased it," you reply flatly, feeling the electricity crackling beneath your skin as your powers return. "You don't deserve to know, because then you'd understand. And I don't want your pity."

"Damn it, Y/N! Talk to me!" Oliver slams his hands against the glass. You flinch, and a bolt of electricity shoots from your fingertips. His eyes widen, landing on the limp cuffs dangling from your wrists.

Your eyes glow bright blue, and the electricity wraps around your arms like coiling serpents. Memories of your family flash through your mind, intensifying the charge. The glow brightens, and your hair lifts as lightning surges around your body, wild and untamed.

"My name is Y/N Y/L/N. I served two tours in Iraq and Afghanistan. I fell in love, got married, had twins—Melody and Michael." Tears well up as the electricity grows volatile. "They're all dead now."

You thrust your arms forward, shattering the cell. Glass and metal scatter like shrapnel, the blast sending Oliver flying across the room. You land gracefully, lightning still crackling around your arms. As you step onto the platform, Oliver rises, bow drawn and ready.

"Y/N, stand down!" he commands, just as Barry speeds in.

"How the hell..." Barry mutters, taking in the wreckage.

They knew you were powerful, but breaking out of the pipeline was supposed to be impossible.

"Move, Oliver," you growl, advancing. "I don't want to hurt you."

Barry lunges at you, but you sense his move before he makes it. You blast him with a bolt of lightning, sending him crashing down the hall.

"Y/N!" Oliver shouts, more urgently now. Your eyes narrow, glowing brighter.

"What's the plan, Oliver? Are you going to talk it out with me, babe?" You mockingly pout, and he pulls the bowstring back even tighter.

"I'm not saying it again," he warns, aiming straight at your chest.

"Good, neither am I." You lunge forward, snatching the bow from his grip and hurling it across the room.

He grabs your arm, twisting it behind your back at an unnatural angle. You scream, but instead of yielding, you snap your own arm, freeing yourself from his hold. With your good hand, you throw a punch, but Oliver catches it, flipping you over his shoulder. You hit the ground hard, gasping as he looms over you.

"I told you to stand down, Y/N."

You laugh through the pain, eyes glowing once more. You hurl him across the room with a surge of electricity. "And I told you to move."

As Oliver collapses, you take a moment to catch your breath. Then, you walk over and use your good arm to grip him tight, dragging his limp body across the debris. With a practiced gentleness, you prop him up against the wall, adjusting his head so it rests back comfortably.

You kneel down, brushing his hair away from his forehead. For a moment, you let your fingers linger, tracing the familiar lines of his face.

"It's for the greater good," you whisper, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead, "I still have a mission to finish."