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Arthur Curry x plus size reader

Arthur loves to tease you when you have things to do but you can give it as good as you get

Warnings: nudity, teasing, fluff, implied smut, reader calls Arthur a slut (like we all know he is)

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“Ok so we have dinner with your parents tonight but we’re in charge of drinks and dessert so I was thinking that you could run into town to get a nice bottle of wine while I made a pie. And then oh yummy just so- Arthur!” You looked up from where you had been folding the long overdue laundry only to see your fiancé wander into the bedroom dressed only in a towel that did nothing to hide the way his ‘gift’ swung as he moved. Your thoughts quickly trailed off to a place you had no time to go before you caught yourself.

“What?” He asked but the smirk on his stupid face gave him away. You angrily pointed at him.

“No. This is not happening.” 

Arthur dramatically put his hand on his bare chest like he was offended. “What’s not happening? Dinner? That’s disappointing, I was looking forward to it.” You glared at him.

“Fine, if that’s how we’re playing it.” You sucked your teeth and turned back to the laundry, folding the last remaining shirt and then moving over to the closet. Arthur’s light footfalls followed you, keeping just enough distance to keep you interested. “Tomorrow, I’m meeting up with Lois, and Clark but I really think he just invited himself. He’s got some serious fomo.”

Your fiancé reached around you and plucked up a pair of underwear from his pile as you were putting everything away. You fought the urge to look back at him, knowing that if you did, you would just be giving him what he wanted. You cleared your throat and kept talking. “So you’re welcome to come along if you want, I doubt Clark will want to listen to me and his wife having girl talk.”

There came a muffled thud from behind you, and out of the corner of your eye, you caught sight of his white towel now a heap on the floor. You could vaguely see his naked legs out of your peripheral vision, you were tempted, dear god were you tempted to just look up a couple more inches. Your grip on the now empty laundry basket got tighter. “And um, your mom wanted to go wedding dress shopping this weekend but- fuck.” 

You made the mistake of turning around once you believed it was safe but instead you were met with the glorious view of Arthur’s mostly naked tattooed body, wearing only the tightest, smallest boxers you had ever seen. That bastard knew you were close to breaking.

“Out!” He actually jumped at your outburst. “Go on get! We absolutely cannot be late tonight and I cannot show up to your parents’ house smelling like sex. So go get a bottle of wine, a nice one, and leave me alone until we have to go.” Looking like a kicked puppy, Arthur whined and left the room, shooting you a sad look over his shoulder.

You huffed. “And put on some clothes you slut!”

Arthur had homework, and as pathetic as that sounded, it was resoundingly true. In order to get the Atlantean king more involved in Justice League business, Bruce had given him a stack of files on various villains to read through. Begrudgingly, Arthur had complied, of course with a little motivation from you but Batman didn’t need to know that.

So once a week, he would hole himself up in your little office at the back of the house and study. As soon as the door shut behind him, you set your plan into motion.

Making sure the shower was extra hot, you stepped into the stream of water. You stayed in just long enough to quickly scrub your body in your extra fancy body wash and to make sure you were completely soaked. You grabbed the smallest towel you could find (coincidentally it was the same one Arthur used only three days ago) and wrapped it around yourself as best you could while not completely drying off. Most of your naked body was still visible though, including your entire right side, but it covered just enough that Arthur wouldn’t be suspicious.

The grumbling coming from behind the office door told you all you needed to know. You smothered the smirk on your face behind a concerned expression and quietly entered. His huge figure was hunched over your desk, a large pile of paper in front of him, his unruly hair tied up messily out of his face, exposing the way his nose scrunched in confusion.

“How’s your work going Art?” His shoulders visibly relaxed at the sound of your voice. 

“It’s going,” he responded with a grumble, turning in his seat to face you but froze quickly, “Queenie, what are you wearing?” Playing dumb, you looked down at your scantily covered body, still wet and warm from the shower, then back up to your fiancé.

“Oh I just took a shower, is that a problem?” He furiously shook his head.

“Nope, nada. You take allllll the showers you want lovey.” He looked at you and it seemed like he was about to get up from the desk to attack you but the files caught his eye once more and he deflated. You grinned victoriously. “Except maybe not today,” Arthur winced, “I have a lot of stuff I have to get done.”

“How would me being all wet and steamy be a problem for you my king?” Your voice took on a sultry tone, one you only used in the bedroom and it had an immediate effect on him. His eyes instantly went dark with lust and his fingers curled into a fist.

With a herculean effort, Arthur forced himself to turn away from you and focus back on his work. “This has to get done so can you put on some clothes? I can’t concentrate.” 

“Oh baby, I’m so sorry. Let me get out of your way, I know how important all this is and how you can’t be distracted.” You purred as you walked back to the door, making sure your hips swayed sensually, just the way he liked. “Come find me when you’re done.” And then you dropped the towel.

There was a beat of silence and then.

“Fuck this.” Huge hands were suddenly wrapped around your thick waist and you were spun around, coming face-to-face with the man you had promised to spend your life with. “You are an evil evil woman.” He snarled.

“And yet, I got the King of Atlantis to crack.” You smugly responded.

“Then let me show you what riling up a king gets you.” And Arthur learned that day that you gave as good as you got.

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Could I please request being Auqamans "daughter" headcanons? But not biological daughter, kinda like how Bruce adopted Jason, Dick ect Aquaman "adopted" reader and she is apart of the Young justice? (Her whole thing is she's a good fighter and a gymnast/very flexible)

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Aquaman x Platonic!Adopted!Daughter Headcanons

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• The responsibility of having to look out for someone as his own child would be quite overwhelming for him at first, but once he gets a grip of the situation he’s actually a very good parent. He’s very attentive to needs both physically and emotionally, and is a wonderful supporter of you.

• When he has a relationship with someone he views as his daughter, it helps him realise how much his own parents had gone through. It also helps him realise how much someone can care for someone else and the sacrifices he’d happily make for you.

• Depending on the situation, your flexibility may come in handy. While land combat would be a perfect situation for this, but if you were fighting in water along side him this probably wouldn’t help that much unless you’re also fast.

• He wouldn’t want you fighting crime as he wants to protect you at all costs, but he does understand that you need to make decisions for yourself - and if your entire group of friends and family do it, then he’s guaranteed you’ll be protected at all times while in danger.

• Watching you grow up would be a hard thing for him to accept, especially when you start becoming more independent as you get older. You rely on him less and he starts to miss all the times you had together, but as long as he still has a good relationship with you then he’s always going to see you as the younger version of you he once knew.

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Til’ Sea Do Us Part

Arthur Curry (Aquaman) x Black Female Reader

Summary: After being in a complicated fling with Arthur, you take a much needed vacation to clear your head. But when your vacation uncovers an unexpected surprise, what will you do once confronted?

Warning(s): L Bombs, Hair pulling, Smut, Degrading, Praise

Word Count: 4.7k

Grabbing a shirt from the big pile of clothes on your bed, you fold it up and place it in your suitcase. Packing had to be the worst part of going on any vacation, your room would always be left in a total wreck afterwards.

“Knock knock.”

You sigh, already knowing who would have the nerve to knock on your door and actually say the words 'knock, knock'.

“What.”

You say, knowing who was at your door before you ever opened it because there’s only one person who knocks like that.

“Am I disturbing you.” He pushes past you and goes to your kitchen.

“Actually, yes. You are.” He rolls his shoulders as he cracks a beer he got from your fridge.

“Too bad. What are you doing anyway.” He leans over, seeing the tornado in your room. Going in it, he immediately sees the suitcase.

“You’re leaving?” A serious statement finally leaves his mouth.

“Yeah?” You go back to folding and packing.

“Where are you going.”

He crosses his arms, demanding a response.

“Wow. You never listen to me.” You huff, being more aggressive with your clothes.

“What do you mean. Yeah I do, all the time unfortunately.” You roll your eyes, walking up to him and his arms relax at his sides.

“If you did you would know where I am going.” You shove a pair of pants into his chest, pointing to your dresser.

“Third drawer.”

“Don’t do this to me now. It had to be a while ago.”

He chugs his beer and quickly throws it away. Well to be fair, you did tell him around a month and a half ago so it has been a minute.

“A cruise. I’m going away on a cruise, Arthur.”

Done with the outfits you start packing panties and bras.

“Yeah, with your best friend. See, I do listen.” You chuckle in the slightest.

“Whatever you say.”

You take a few from your drawer and place them in two piles.

“Woah! What are you planning to do with those panties?” He points to a dark green lace panties you have in your hands.

“I’m a grown woman, Arthur.” He shakes his head and snatches your underwear.

“I’m gonna need you to keep it pg on this cruise.” He says stretching his arm up so its impossible for you to reach your underwear.

“Stop being a child and give me that.” You hold out your hand and he stares down at you not letting up.

“Come on! I don’t have time to play around, the boat is leaving this evening.”

You reach up, putting your hand on his shoulder, “Please,” You plead, he sighs and finally hands it to you.

Zipping up your suitcase, you roll it in the hallway by the front door. You shove him out your room, “Aria will literally kill me if I’m late.”

“It won’t be the end of the world.” He tries to persuade you to let him stay but you are relentless.

“No. But it will be the end of our vacation.” He turns to you in your doorway, towering over you.

“A moment can’t hurt…come on.”

He leans down mere centimeters from your lips. Temptation calls out to you, just one moment won’t hurt. You put your lips against his. A peck is all that could be managed with how fast you pulled away.

“Arthur, I can’t do this.” You keep your distance with your hand on his chest.

“What do you mean? Its a kiss.” He bites his lip, thinking about that teasing peck.

“A kiss that turns into touching, that turns into sex, that turns into you…not wanting a relationship after you rocked my world the night before,” You see the guilt in his eye,

“We tried that whole thing and it didn’t work. I know what I want and I’m not settling for less.” He runs his fingers through his hair.

“I rocked your world, huh?” He smugly says, but the unamused look on your face says that this isn’t the time to joke.

“Bottom line is, you’re not ready for commitment.” You take a deep breath, slowly closing the door on him.

“So I’m going to pack matching lace sets, short dresses and swimsuits that shouldn’t be labeled as such because I’m not casual sex, I am a person that deserves to be valued and not seen as a personal fuck toy.”

You closed the door on him, not letting him issue a response. It needs to sink in for him. You met up with Aria and got on the cruise, as soon as you both got your bags sent to your room you changed into swimsuits and lounged on the top deck by the pool.

“and I told him, I’m not casual sex, I deserve to be valued as a woman.” You tell her, taking a sip of your margarita.

“I know thats right. It was long overdue. You let him get away with too much shit.”

You take out the straw and down the drink, sighing.

“He fucks so good.” She laughs at your blunt words.

“And he can be sweet from time to time. He checks off all the boxes and I mean all.”

She opens her mouth to ask you further questions but ultimately takes you word for it. Continuing to listen you ramble on.

“He just can’t commit. Its always something and its always me!” A worker picks up your empty glass and asks if you want another.

“Pina colada with extra vodka please.” They nod to you.

“Darling, that’s just men. There’s always something wrong when you find the “perfect” guy. Whether that be snoring or in-laws. Sometimes I wonder if life was easier when we were dating women.”

She puts on her shades.

“For now lets tan or get darker in our case and we’ll continue this conversation in the room. I can feel the conservative stares.”

You chuckle at her and smile closing your eyes.A few days in and your battling a crazy hangover. You were in the Bahamas for two days, Aria had family there so she spent time with them while you recovered. You got food and everything but you stayed in the room.

“When you see him after the cruise, tell him how you feel and if he isn’t honest with you then forget him for wasting your time.”

Her words repeated in your head, thats one thing you could depend on her for. Telling you what you needed to hear, no matter how much you hated it. Looking out on the balcony from the comfort of your bed, the sun was long gone and the moon shined on the ocean. You contemplated going out to the deck party but you didn’t want to push your luck, you were convinced you were one shot away from throwing up if you didn’t recover properly.

“I guess drinking my problems away only does so much.” You smack your pillow over your face.

A banging was irritating you and the tv wasn’t doing enough. Getting out the bed you drink some water from the fridge and the banging continues, at this point it wasn’t in your head. Looking around, you figured that it was coming from the balcony door. Opening the locked door, you’re immediately backed into the room.

“I can handle those little outfits you wear but body shots is where I draw the line.” He says as he locks the door behind him.

“How did you get here?” You ask, jaw dropped.

“And you saw my story?” He looks at you from head to toe and shifts his stance.

“Of course I saw it. Me and 600 other people.” You nod.

“Why are you here? Did you get so horny, you had to track me down?” You cross your arms over your chest.

“No, don’t be ridiculous. Thats not the reason I came. I came because-“

“-Let me stop you right there. You came all this way somehow. Cut to the chase.” You tell him sternly with your finger placed against his lips, having a strong feeling he was on the verge of ranting.

“Can I kiss you?” He asks, not making any moves yet.

“No, you cannot.”

Who were you kidding of course you wanted to kiss him, honestly kissing barely touched the surface of what you wanted him to do to you.

“I understand. My life was a mess the week you were away. I found out I was a potential royal air to Atlantis, my half brother reeked havoc on the surface, tried to kill me in a duel, I found my mom, became king and I had a few near death experiences on the way.”

That is hard to follow up. Staring at him, your jaw slightly drops to his summary.

“This all happened in a week?” You exclaim in clear bewilderment. Processing everything he said to you, you smile to him.

“You found your mom.”

He smirks, you know how much it means to him to finally be with his mom. He always talked about how he wanted to at least have a conversation with her, he wanted her to see his growth and now he finally has that.

“So you’re a king?” He hums to your question, “Hopefully they know what they’re in for,” He nudges you, chuckling at your remark. Noticing how close you are to him, your breathing slows.

“I thought about what you said and is that really what you think? I see you as a sex toy?” You take a steady step back, your mind sways in distaste at those words leaving his mouth.

“You can reassure me all you want but your actions say so much.”

The eye contact was intense, he was looking for a lie something that told him you were lying but there was nothing. You were telling the truth. At this he practically collapsed on the bed, his hands stabilizing himself on his knees.

“Y/n, I don’t know what to say. What can I say?” He laughs sarcastically to himself.

“I don’t see you as a sex toy. I never did. Ever. I just…I have issues and I know you deserve way better than what I have to give you. But I want you. I always did, still do and I tried to stop, move on but that didn’t work.”

He says pouring out his truth to you. You know exactly what he’s talking about. That long night you two shared together, he lost his restraint? Pushing his hair back, he watches as your face goes through so much realization at once.

“I can work on my commitment issues. I can grow, I can mature. I will do whatever I possibly can to be a fraction of the man you need.���

You’ve never heard him speak about his feelings and issues so much. When you tried he would always change the subject but he was facing it head on. Whatever he’s been through definitely changed him for the better.

“Arthur.”

His name lingers on your lips as you move closer, standing directly in front of him. Doing your best to hold back tears, you take a breath.

“I-I…” The words couldn’t manifest on your tongue as you burst into tears. Wiping the tears away, you see him staring at you and embarrassment fills your whole being.

“I’m sorry. I need a moment.” You go to the bathroom in a rush.

Looking in the mirror, you shake your head. Crying in front of him had to be a new low. In the two years, you’ve cried over the whole mess of a relationship you both had, if you can even call it that, but you never cried in front of him. At all. He sat in shock. What did he say? Did he say the wrong things? His mother told him to speak from the heart and thats what he did. The whole thing is so overwhelming. When you saw him, you were determined to break things off but now you can’t bring yourself to do it. As corny as it might sound, it would feel like a piece of you was taken if you were to do it. Pulling yourself together, you grab a tissue, open the door and there he was ready to knock.

“I’m at a lost for words,” You sniffle, blowing your nose, “I was holding onto this for two years, just to hear you say that as I was ready to break this off.” He backs up as you get out the bathroom. His face visually drained, the optimism he had before now disappeared.

“Do you mean it?” You hiccup and he perks up, “I don’t want you saying all this to get in my pants.” You point to him and he puts his hands up, shaking his head.

“I mean it. I do. Sex didn’t even cross my mind.” You grace him with a small smile, complimented with puff eyes and tear stains.

Slowly he cups your cheeks, wiping your face with his thumbs. Leaning into you, he kisses the top of your head and hugs you. Rapping your arms under his arms, he holds you tightly and close to his chest. Stroking your head.

“I’m so glad you’re safe.” He mutters into your bonnet. The embrace was loving as if he was deathly afraid of losing you.

“I don’t want you to keep crying so let's stop talking about feelings for now.” You chuckle into his chest, looking up to him.

“I agree.”

You both figured things out yet tension was still in the air. Jealousy was somehow in the air. Shifting his head down, he kisses you. It’s no mediocre or shy kiss it was demanding and wanting. He was fully in the moment and so were you. Moving your arms up, you hooked them around his neck and he moved his down to your waist. Forcing his tongue in your mouth, he takes a breath through his nose. Drinking you in, squeezing your waist to make sure this moment is real. He went through so much just to recognize a great woman like you and understand not to let you go. This is the perfect moment. The moment for him to prove himself to you in this new relationship. Breaking away from the kiss, you hum as you lean your head back.

His kisses trail down your neck. Erratic patterns all over it, with the way he’s moving you know the hickeys will be more than visible even with your melanin skin. His touch is burning on your cold skin, you’re convinced steam is radiating off you with every touch and kiss.

“mm, arthur.”

You breathe out, sigh of relief leaving your lips as your shorts slide down your legs. He stops briefly, making sure you want this. Looking down to you, tenderness is seen in his eyes.

“touch me arthur.” You strip your skimpy shirt, revealing the matching set he was teasing you about.

“Keep talking to me like that and you might not like what I do.” He smiles, gripping you by the thighs and dumping you on the bed.

“This is your favorite color isn’t it?” You tempt him, the green lace on your body the physical representation of temptation.

The amount of wetness piling up in your underwear clearly amusing and exciting him as you hear a grunt rumble from his chest. Eyeing your body with a burning flame and pouncing on you, crawling on top of you. The bikini line that shows under your bra, your brown skin turning a shade darker from the sun, your tired hungover gaze and your curves. The dips on either side of your hips, the little chub on your stomach thats perfectly proportionate to your thighs and your soft shiny skin.

He notices everything, the inside of your thighs were calling to him, blinding him with the sparkly trail of wetness that left your cunt, your cute aching cunt. He shouldn’t be rewarding you, he thought, he should be punishing you for leaving him with a painful boner every time he saw you. But punishing is for another day, tonight is all about making everything up to you. Goodness are you attractive, your beauty alone makes him forget about every problem, every responsibility he has. All he thinks about is you when you’re in his view. He ran his hands over your body, soft touches from your knees to the inside of your thighs to tight squeezes at the sides of your stomach to light rubbing on your arms.

Reaching behind your back, he unclips your bra taking a good look at your breasts as he throws the clothing to the side. His hands cup your chest and you roll your eyes, slapping your hands on top of his to ensure he doesn’t move them. A cocky smirk plays at his lips as he leans down into your ear.

“tell me what you want,” he breaths lowly against your cheek, a moan falling from your lips as his knee nudges your clit.

“I want you to fuck me. Fuck me into the sheets. Please, please, pretty please.”

Your desperation meets no ends as you immediately beg him, you’ve experienced his strokes before, you know what you’re in for and thats what makes this even more of a tease.

"I guess I should give you what you want. Since you asked so nicely.”

You nod repeatedly as finger plays with the hem of your underwear. Yanking them down your legs, you kick them down, flinging them off them bed. You make things too easy for him, who needs foreplay when you’re so wet. Pushing a finger in your tight hole, its goes in without a problem. Unbuckling his pants, he takes them off and pushes them to the floor. Cock on full display for you, rubbing his soaked finger on the head of his dick, his breath shuddered. Pumping his dick a few times, he makes sure he’s his hardest for you before lining up with your hole.

You tap your stomach in anticipation, waiting patiently to be filled up with his big cock. Pushing through your squeezing he groans, halfway through he stops to take a few deep breaths.

“I missed your hole.” He grunts lowly, sounding pussy drunk when not even his tip is inside.

“Your pretty little pussy.”

His hand reaches down rubbing your clit as he hastily bullies his way inside your gummy walls. Your toes curl at the stretch and you feel the coil in your tummy winding up with each moment he's inside you.

“no one...m'..can fuck- fuck me like you.”

You gasp as he leans down, moving out of you and pushing in, he smirks. You’ve been craving this even if you never wanted to admit it out loud, you were singing like a canary for him and he couldn’t have loved it more.

“miss me, baby?” His hips pulled back and snapped forward, finally finding a sinful stroke.

He was knocking into you like he didn’t travel thousands of miles to see you on this boat. Speaking of, the rough currents of the deepest waters couldn’t touch the way he thirstily thrusted into you. The hangover will be the least of your worries later. Tightening your legs around his waist, your nails move across his back, threatening to break the skin barrier, shortened moans leaving your lips as wind is knocked out of your lungs with every move of his hips. He was determined to fuck that bonnet off your head so he can pull on your braids, making you tell him you love him, he knows you do. Why would you put so much effort into a person and relationship if you didn’t, but he was executing this step by step.

“w-wow.. A-arthur.” Your core was twisting and churning, your fingers could not match up to the climax you’re about to get from this man. His words are now registering to you.

“I did…m-miss you. Oh fuck. Yes! I did.” You whine in his arms, his hand tries pushing your legs down, all you can do is smile as he looks you in the eyes. Trapping him in a tight hold, your cunt soaks his dick, his tip curving and scraping the top of your g spot. Your nails scratched down his entire back as you came down from your high, moaning.

Prying your legs off him, he sits up, resting them on his shoulders. All the while watching as your face twists up from the sensitivity, the skin slapping matched with his balls hitting your ass over and over makes you want to stay on this boat forever.

“You’re so tight. Loosen up a little.” He asks as his movements slow down, he knows you’re doing it on purpose now.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” He says referring to him getting lost in you, shaking your head you grab his hand and interlock your fingers.

“its okay…” You smile to him and your hooded eyes gave away how dick drunk you are but if you say you’re okay then you’re okay. Keeping the slow pace, he pounds into you. The position mocked missionary and your soul honestly can’t take anymore of him staring into you with his piercing eyes. His other hand made its way to your head as he flipped you into another position, pulling off your bonnet and he holds onto your braids.

“Arthur!” You wince, head being pulled back and your back forced to arch, he had you on all fours. Right where he wanted you.

“do you have to be…this rough?” You whine and grunt as he holds your braids tighter. He’s considerate of where to pull your hair, so he doesn’t yank out your braids.

“What makes you think you don’t deserve it? I could do much worse. If you want that.” He says to you in between pants, his voice hitting a dangerous low in your ear. The promising opportunity leaving a smirk on your lips. Hitting your high once again, your body tingles all over, it felt like butterflies but more intense. Its confusing, isn’t it a tad bit too late for butterflies at this rate? he’s literally inside you.

“Tell me something.” He gathers your attention, pulling you completely out of your bliss and thoughts as his pace reaches a halt.

“And don’t lie to me.” He speaks deeply into your right ear, a message only meant for you to hear as his hand goes down and cups your mound.

“Do you love me?”

You bite your tongue, wincing at the pain. Out of all the things he could say…he said that.

“Is now really the time-“ You turn your head to the side, able to see him out the corner of your eye.

“Yes. Now is the time.” His expression is neutral, no joking or anything of the sorts, he is 100% looking for a truthful answer. You sigh.

“I do love you.”

The silence consumed the both of you as you stood on the bed in fucking position. Was that the answer he’s looking for?

“Say it again.”

He demands, rubbing on your clit as he grips your hair tightly.

“I love you.”

You bite back moaning the words, your fingers tangling in the sheets more and more.

“Again.”

Your legs cross at the ankles as you forcefully squeeze him in you, his fingers on your clit isn’t nearly enough.

“I love you, Arthur.” You exclaim, swallowing heavily and he shifts forward, his beard tickling your shoulder and cheek.

“I love you too.” He says in your ear, a smirk painted on his lips, as he kisses your cheek, neck and shoulder. Taking in a deep breath, you grin.

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Breathing in and out, you sniffle at the hair that went up your nostril. Moving the hair out your face, you shift on the pillow, basically hiding your face in it. Nothing registered for you yet, for all you care its a regular morning in bed. A slight chill on your neck causes you to shrug and blink your eyes open, turning over your eyes focus on the surroundings.

“Look who’s finally awake.” She says in an sarcastic tone, looking up from scrolling on her phone.

“when did you get back?” You ask in a whisper, your throat sore as hell.

“Last night, although I had to take a detour because of all the ruckus you were making in here.”

She was definitely waiting for you to wake up to tease you. Letting out a short embarrassed giggle, you wave her off.

“you sound like an old lady.” She chuckles at your comment and sighs.

“could you pass me a shirt, I’m pretty naked.” Aria throws a shirt at your head, slipping it on, you sit up and look next to you. Arthur is passed out cold with a raging case of bedhead, the sight is one to be photographed and framed. Stretching and rolling your shoulders, you blink slowly as if your brain is still mush.

“Never thought I’d see the day where an underwear would be flung on my bed.”

You laugh, holding your stomach as she points to the panties she placed on the table in-between both beds.

“So thats where I kicked it.” Getting out the bed, you grab the underwear and put it with your dirty stuff, putting on new undies.

“What time is it?” You ask, picking up the clothes on the floor, folding his up nicely and placing them on the foot of the bed.

“11:42” You nod, stifling a yawn as you scratch your head.

“What on earth did you do to him?”

She utters, genuinely concerned as she stands over him, eyeing the visible hickeys, bites and marks all over him.

“Someone was hungry.”

“Do you ever get tired of teasing me.”

You ask, half rhetorical and half serious. Lifting up to stretch your stiff limbs as you watch her movements.

“Nope, you know what else I never get tired of?”

“Wine.” Your tired voice mixed with her joyous voice in a harmonious yet comedic way.

“So if you’ll excuse me, I have a wine tasting to get to.”

She grabs her purse and waves you off as she leaves the room. A sharp pain hits you in your bladder and you run to the bathroom. As you use the toilet, the pain leaves your stomach and you go back into the room.

“Good morning.” His raspy morning voice just makes you want to crawl under his skin.

“Good morning.” You shoot him a warm smile as he motions you to come closer. Standing by the bed, he reaches up and traces your jawline, rubbing your chin with his finger tips.

Pulling you down to his level to kiss you tenderly, a low moan leaving your lips, his hand moving up underneath your shirt to squeeze your hip.

“How are you feeling?” He breaks the kiss, sits up and off the bed in his boxers.

“I’m good, my stomach is hurting a bit but I’ll live.”

“Where is it hurting?” He helps you lift up your shirt and watches as you point to the area below your belly button.

“Somewhere here.” You grunt softly, accidentally touching the sore spot.

“Here?”

You shake your head.

“Here?”

You see what he’s doing, one hand trying to point out the problem and the other caressing your back, making its way to your butt.

“Here??”

He stares at your stomach, glancing at you for a moment, making you chuckle and utter a no. Your eyes go wide as he gropes your ass, playfully grabbing his wrist, you shake your head.

“You’re not slick.” You chuckle with him.

“Relax, I’m trying to assess your situation, so be a good patient and stay still.” He cackles mid sentence and finds his composure.

“The whore is jumping out, Arthur.” He bursts out laughing as you reach up to fix his hair, pulling down your shirt, you put on your shorts and point to his clothes.

“Let’s get some breakfast, I’m hungry.”

You tell him as your stomach rumbles. Putting on his clothes from last night, he turns to you as he messes with his hair.

“I’ll have to leave soon.” He warns you and you nod.

“Time is money then.” You grin, grabbing your phone and walking to the door with him close behind, before you open the door he spins you around.

“I love you.”

He gives you a kiss on the cheek and one on your lips.

“I love you too.”

You kiss him back several times as if you weren’t sure the others were up to par.

“Alright now we can go.” He says while opening the door for you and putting on some shades.

“Is that mine?” You ask as you walk through the hallway to the elevators, fingers interlocked.

“Yeah.”

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[caramelcleopatraa]

happy holidays lovelies 🫶🏾

i know i haven’t been posting as much as i should be, i’m so sorry about that 😭 i’ve just been taking some time to chill and relax. buuuut that doesn’t mean that i’m slacking! like i always say, i do be posting on @/fentyromxn on tiktok. here is a list of the things that are currently in the works right now <3

- SUIT & TIE PT.2 & PT.3

- Suguru Geto fluff imagine

- Pole dancer!Reader x Roman Reigns Smut

- Jason Momoa imagine ( haven’t decided if it was going to be smut or fluff )

- Baki Hanma imagine ( haven’t decided if it was going to be smut or fluff )

i’m not gonna promise that they’ll be out tomorrow but after i post this, i’m going straight to work! thank you all so much for enjoying these pieces that i’ve been writing 🫶🏾

~ your hippie author

[multifandomworldsposts]

Day 11 of Kinktober: Swimming Around With Arthur Curry

Pairing: Arthur Curry x fem!reader

Warning: making out, eating out

Y/N’s POV

Arthur took me this magical place that I’ve never seen in any books or the internet before but it looks so majestic and the plants, never seen before either.

“Where are we?” I say still looking around at the place.

“This is where I became king of the ocean.” He says behind me.

“Really? Where were you at in this place when you became king?” I turn around and said.

“Right down that pond.” He points at the pond.

“What’s down there?” I question.

“The Karathen.“ He whispers in my ear.

“Is that where we’re going to, is that why you brought us here?” I look at him.

“Oh god no, we’re going over there.” He points to a waterfall.

“That looks gorgeous.” I look at the waterfall.

“You wanna go for a swim?” He asks.

“Yeah sure.” I said.

Arthur and I get undressed and Arthur dives into the pond where the waterfall is. He pops out of the water and swims up to me.

“The water feels great Y/N/N.” He says.

I look at him and then look at the water, I get in the water and the water does feel good! Arthur wraps his arms around my body to guide me where he’s going to. I lay my head on his shoulder, holding on to him as well.

We get behind the waterfall and the wall looks like it has crystals all of it, it looks beautiful.

“This looks beautiful Arthur.” I unwrap myself from Arthur.

“Not as beautiful as you.” He smirks.

I look down and chuckle.

I sit on a small edge where the wall of crystals are, Arthur swims towards me and getting up to my level, I wrap my arms around his neck and he wraps his arms around my waist. I hold him close to make us be nose to nose.

“How you feelin’?” He says in a deep voice.

“I’m fine.” I chuckle.

“You wanna try something?” He whispers in my ear.

“What?” I ask.

He looks at me, he leans in and kisses me, I smile in the kiss, I wrap my legs around him and he takes us to a different wall. I tug on his hair and he kisses my neck which made me moan.

He stops kissing my neck and looks at me with those blue eyes, he goes under water and I can feel him touch my body and I feel something inside me, how can this be possible? I moan even louder and I can feel him touching me under water and his tongue touching my clit. He continues to do this for a minute or two and then I hear something in the water even though the water fall is so loud I feel like nothing can hear me scream in pleasure.

I stop Arthur from eating me out and to make him see what I’m hearing, it’s a fish that I’ve never seen before in my life.

“Y/N/N, you don’t have to worry about what’s going to happen, I’m here to protect you.” Arthur says cresting my cheek.

“Arthur I’m scared about anything in this area and I’m just scared something might happen to me with who or what is out there.” I said holding him close to me.

“That’s why I’m here to protect you, animals can understand me and I can understand them, believe me Y/N, I love you so much, I wouldn’t let a bug get near you.”

I think I’m blushing, he’s so sweet to me and he would kill anything if someone or something would try to hurt me, I love him.

“Arthur, can we kiss again? I actually feel safe with you when you do that.” I softly touch his hair.

“Anything to make my girl happy.” He smirks.

He kisses me and it felt like we were kissing for hours but it felt like it was 6 minutes. I felt things surrounding us but I kept on kissing him, I feel so safe with him.

[6rookie-writer0110]

Love and The Moon

Clark Kent x Male Reader

Request - Clark Kent (Henry) x male magic reader, them just both being hopeless romantics.

You have been away for two weeks and you are finally home. You used magic to get home faster and Clark is in the living room.

“Y/n, you are back!” Clark smiled.

“I missed you” You smiled back.

Clark wrapped his arms around you and he starts to kiss you. You start to smile and he hugged you tight. For a minute or two Clark still had his arms around you.

“Just glad you are back,” Clark said.

“Me too. I'm hungry” You said.

“Get comfortable and I will cook dinner. I found this new reprice, I think you would enjoy” Clark said.

“Oh, my boyfriend the chef” You smiled.

You head to the bedroom to change clothes, while Clark starts to cook dinner. A few minutes later, you come out of the bedroom wearing pajamas. You watch him cook and he starts to talk about what he is cooking.

After dinner, you and Clark cuddle in bed. You have your head on his chest, and you two don't pay attention to the movie. You and Clark just started to talk about everything.

---

Clark was busy fighting aliens and criminals. His suit got ruined and he takes off the top piece because it got ruined.

“What happened to your suit?” You asked.

You noticed the cape has holes and so does the sleeves.

“I was fighting an alien who spits out acid. Y/n, are you staring at my chest?” Clark said.

“No, I'm listening to what you said,” You said.

Clark laughed and you were staring at his chest.

“Y/n,” Clark said.

“What? Okay, fine I was staring at your chest” You smiled.

“I knew it” Clark smiled.

“I think you should maybe, upgrade your suit?” You said.

“Maybe. You think you can help with the suit?” Clark said.

“Sure,” You said.

You used your magic to fix his suit and the cape. Now the suit looks brand new and he starts to smile. Clark wrapped his arms around you and starts to kiss you.

---

You and Clark are having breakfast and he is drinking his coffee.

“I forgot to put sugar in my coffee,” Clark said.

“You don't have to get up,” You said.

You used your magic to get the sugar and the sugar pour into his coffee. The sugar lands on the table gently and Clark used the spoon to stir his coffee.

“I like having a boyfriend who has magic” Clark smiled.

You winked at him and he starts to smile. Later, you and Clark go out and he would hold your hand. You and Clark do take selfies together, in one of the pictures he kissed your cheek and you smiled.

✬ ✬ ✬ ✬

Bruce is having a Christmas party at his mansion. Everyone agreed to do the Secret Santa gift exchange, and Clark got Barry Allen and you got Arthur Curry.

“You think, Arthur will like it?” You asked.

“I think he would like it,” Clark said.

You give Arthur his gift and he starts to open it, then he smiled.

“Y/n, I love it!” Arthur smiled.

He puts on the leather vest and he can't stop smiling. He gives you a strong hug and you can't move your arms.

“Thank you for the gift, Y/n!” Arthur smiled.

“Glad you like it. You can stop hugging me now, I can't feel my arms” You said.

Clark starts to laugh and Arthur did let go of you.

“Y/n, I didn't know what to get for you so I got this for you,” Selina said.

“Thanks, Selina,” You said.

She gave you a Christmas card and inside it's a gift card for a bookstore.

“I don't what you are into, besides Clark. But I figured you might like to read since you use magic... So, I thought you might like books” Selina said.

“I like the gift, again thank you and it was nice of you to do it,” You said.

She kissed your cheek and walked away. It started to snow and everyone goes outside, some people start to play in the snow. Someone started a snowball fight now everyone is throwing snow at each other. You got targeted by Jason Todd, Barry Allen, and Damian Wayne they start to throw snowballs at you.

“Too slow, Y/n” Barry laughed.

“Oh, this means war,” You said.

Damian threw a snowball at your chest. Your eyes start to change colors and your hands start to glow. You used your magic, to form snowballs now snowmen starting to get formed, and they start to throw snowballs at guys. Damian, Barry, and Jason start to fight back.

----

You came home and Clark kissed you on the lips.

“I made dinner” Clark smiled.

“It does smell good,” You said.

He still has his arms around you and you start to smile at him. Then he starts to set the table and you used your magic to get the food out of the oven. Then you and Clark sit down and start to eat, he starts to ask about your day.

Later, you and Clark go to the movie theater. While waiting for the movie to start, Clark plays the claw machine and he is trying to win a prize for you. It took a while but Clark didn't get the prize, but you kissed him on the lips.

“Thanks for trying,” You said.

“I was close” Clark smiled.

[hollygracesworld]

Falling into your ocean eyes 🌊❤️ | Orm Marius x Fem!Reader

Part 5

Warning : just harsh words, no other warning. The next part would be a real smut

A/N : This is set after the end of the Aquaman and The Lost Kingdom movie. 🥰

for the next part ➡️ masterlist

She put all her clothes in the cupboard into her suitcase. She had to admit, for the past 4 years living without relying on her magic powers had been very difficult.

She has 3 large ones containing her clothes. She works as an accountant in a fairly well-respected company. That made her have quite a lot of money. But yesterday she just officially left her job because she was going to face something new.

She realized that he couldn’t hide forever as an ordinary human being, and that was not her way of life. Her current path in life is with the son of Queen Atlanna and Arthur Curry's half-brother…Orm Marius.

She closed the zipper of his very large suitcase, then took it out of the house.

“Do you want to go now?” Mera asked Y/N while she holding her baby who’s crying more and more. She motioned to her younger-sister to come back into the house for breakfast.

“Yes, I know it's early, but I can buy breakfast on the street.” Y/N replied with a smile.

“Well, I think you want to meet someone…” Y/N heard Arthur's voice say that, then she quickly turned her head.

She saw a man with blonde hair, ocean blue eyes that looked like waves caught in sunlight from the morning sky. His body looks muscular and healthy, and once again for good measure... his eyes look happier than before. A pure happiness. She didn’t see any sadistic or evil King in those eyes. All she saw were calm ocean blue eyes. Calm waves.

Orm wears shirt with a picture of a whale and pants like most surface dwellers. That simple thing made Y/N laugh softly. It’s funny for her to see Orm who now really looks like a surface dweller even though he was previously the evil king of Atlantis and wanted to start a war with the surface.

It’s different now. And she really liked that.

Y/N and Orm simultaneously ran over like children and hugged each other. This was completely beyond his expectations. Orm tucked a strand of Y/N’s brown hair behind her ear then kissed her lips gently.

“Your lips taste the same as in my dream,” said Orm, stopping the kiss.

Y/N smiled, “because it was real.”

“But how?” Orm asked then continued the kiss.

Y/N postponed the kiss and said, “you can never think about it logically. But it was all real. I deliberately made you think that it was just a dream.”

“So you bewitched me 5 times, basically because you really have a huge crush on your Ocean Master?” Orm teased Y/N, then Orm kissed her passionately.

Y/N stopped kissing, “That's not really the main point. I’m even a surface-witch how can I like you that much?” Y/N smiled holding back laughter.

“You may be able to bewitch me very cleverly and play with my mind, but you are not good at lying.” Orm answered. When Y/N tried to deny it and wanted to say something, Orm quickly kissed Y/N so that her mouth was covered with Orm's lips which were full of hunger and desire.

“Okay this is enough.” said Arthur objecting. It turns out they just realized that there were still other people around them.

“Are you coming in for breakfast or…..are you guys leaving straight away?” Arthur said that because he saw his brother's closeness to Mera's very romantic sister. This will seem strange, but there are no specific prohibitions in their relationship. King Nereus and Queen Atlanna themselves even matched them.

“Are you really asking that?” Mera asked with a smile indicating that she knew that Y/N and Orm would soon be spending time together.

Y/N quickly hugged her sister tightly. She felt guilty at the same time. She indirectly became Orm's mistress when Orm was still engaged to Mera. Y/N knows that Orm and Mera don't really love each other, but Y/N still feels that she has betrayed her own sister.

For the past 4 years, Y/N has lived in the same house as Mera on the surface, but the two of them never really talked about Y/N's relationship with Orm, but now it feels like Mera and Orm had forgotten their past events as if the engagement had never happened.

“Take care of yourselves….” said Mera while looking at Y/N and Orm alternately.

“And let us know when you guys ready…” said Arthur teasing them about the wedding plans ordered by Queen Atlanna.

Orm and Y/N simultaneously shook their heads. Y/N said, “Definitely not now.”

“Definitely not.” Orm agreed.

***

The burger they ordered was delivered by the waiter. Orm was impressed by his burger and potatoes. Actually, Y/N is not used to having breakfast directly with heavy food, but to satisfy Orm's curiosity, they had breakfast with burgers and potatoes that morning after leaving Arthur’s house.

“Do you like it?” Y/N asked with a smile.

“Yeah.” Orm said briefly because he was still trying to digest the taste of the burger.

Y/N smiled at Orm who was the first to eat surface food. Again it was really funny to her.

“How do you stay skinny when everyday surface foods are like this?” Orm asked confused, but at the same time he really enjoyed his burger.

“I don't eat food like this all the time. Arthur is like that,” said Y/N smiling faintly, “I eat a balanced food, such as vegetables, fruit and fish.” Y/N said.

“Fish?” Orm raised an eyebrow.

“Yes, you can’t be angry because that is also our staple food. but we don't eat it raw, we usually process it.”

“Process it? How?” Orm asked.

“Well, we are usually fry it, or you can also—“ Y/N's words were cut off when Orm suddenly took the cockroach that was next to Y/N’s hand.

She screamed because she just realized that the cockroach had been beside her all this time. It’s kinda weird because she is literally a powerful witch but still has a huge phobia of cockroaches.

“Why are you screaming?” Orm asked in surprise then put the cockroach into the burger.

“Why the fuck you put that dirty cockroaches in your own burger?” Y/N screamed.

“This is mainland shrimp, right?” Orm asked innocently then chewed the burger containing cockroaches with a crunchy sound.

Y/N held back her disgust and said, “Please don’t tell me Arthur fooled you again?”

“What do you mean?” Orm asked in surprise, and finishing his burger.

“Well actually it's up to you, but some of us surface dwellers are disgusted by cockroaches.”

“Why? You should eat it next time. It’s delicious—“

“No thanks.” Y/N said quickly.

[missjadesfics]

Jason Momoa

Characters

Arthur Curry | Aquaman

Forbidden Fruit - Arthur Curry x Reader Arthur has a crush on Bruce's younger sister, Y/n.

Baba Voss

Conan the Barbarian

Connor Slaughter

Duncan Idaho

The Sword Master and the Ward - Duncan Idaho x Atreides!Ward Reader Duncan Idaho, the Atreides sword master, starts an illicit affair with Duke Leto's ward.

We Made An Agreement - Paul Atreides x Reader x Duncan Idaho Y/n and Paul are married, both agreeing they can sleep with whomever they like. The reader finds comfort with Duncan. But Paul questions if the agreement works for him anymore.

Our Na-Baroness - Feyd-Rautha x Reader x Duncan Idaho The reader is arranged to marry Feyd, and her lover Duncan goes as her personal guard to keep her safe. When Feyd learns of the lover's relationship, he ensures everyone understands where they belong.

You will never lose me - Duncan Idaho x Reader Escaping from the attack on Arrakis, Y/n Atreides is reunited with Duncan Idaho and living amongst the Fremen in Sietch Tabr. While Paul and Jessica work with the Fremen about the Lisan-Al Giab prophecy, Y/n and Duncan grow closer, revealing hidden feelings for one another.

Khal Drogo

Declan Harp

Dante Reyes

Lavender Love - Dante Reyes x Reader Dante meets his love on a race track

Flip

Joe Braven

Big Jim

Phillip Kopus

Miami Man

Ray Cooper

Ronon Dex

Are you blushing because of me? - Ronon Dex x Reader Ronon loves making Y/n blush, even so much so it prompts him to reveal his feelings for her.

Sebastien (Witcher AU)

Coming soon

Wish I could see you - Baba Voss x Reader | coming soon

Daydream - Jason Mom x Reader | coming soon

[blackbat05]

I see you (Part 2)

Namor x Atlantean/Human Reader

Plot: You accept the stranger's offer and experience the depths of power that you never had before.

A/N: Back by popular demand! Thankfully I had the brain cells to write this. This is part 2 of <I see you> but I think it could be read stand-alone as well! Again, hope you enjoy it and really appreciate the feedback! Use of Y/N.

Genre: PG-13 (Mentions of blood, violence)

"Will you join me?"

With each step you took, you relished in the scent of the dead bodies littered around the Conservatory of Posideonsis. You find yourself lingering in front of the mural that depicted the heroics of Atlantis' hero. You could gag.

Raising a hilt, you send a blast into the wall, shattering the intricate art into nothing but rubble. A hand is on your shoulder, grounding you back to the present.

"Have you got the vibranium?"

"My people have secured it, thanks to you." Namor gives a fleeting glance around the Conservatory and takes in your tense posture. Never make a woman angry.

A groan could be heard nearby under the collapsed pillar. A body moves.

"Is this how you betray your King?" The scientist coughs out weakly. You gave him a scathing glare, bending down to his eye level.

"Arthur Curry is not my king."

The water construct on your hilt takes the shape of a sword, making clean work of the scientist. Blood splatters diagonally on your face and suddenly you look almost feral to Namor. He can't help but swell with pride at your following words.

"I have a new king."

You don't bother to clean the blood on your weapon, for they serve as a reminder of your liberation. Your salvation. As if the dead could still feel, you pry the weapon from his hand.

"I'm sorry it had to turn out this way Vulko, my comrade. But if Arthur Curry continues to side with the surface world, Atlantis will pay for it in blood."

You leave what was your past behind, swimming together in silence with Namor to the royal chambers.

"You do not mourn?"

"They had their chance and wasted my sympathy." You spat. "You have shown me a greater purpose, my king."

"Stop!"

A group of Atlantean guards intercepts the two of you, spears meant to force one backward.

"Put down your weapons intruder!"

Even now, Atlantis scorned you for your mixed heritage and was eager to blame you.

Blocking you from their vision, Namor shoots his own spear with ease, piercing through the armor of the mighty Atlantean army. Blood floating in the water, he removes his weapon.

"Our fight is in there." He points to the oak doors that led to the chambers. "I would hate to see you get hurt before we even start." Without another word, he leaves you trailing behind feeling rather perplexed.

You can't seem to bring yourself to open those doors. Wordlessly holding your hand in his, he pushes through the broken defense, refusing to cower under the presence of the two Aquaman standing tall and mighty.

"Y/N of Shayeris, you must understand that you are committing high treason. I urge you to stand down and we can resolve this peacefully with you and Talokan."

Your blood boils at the Leaguer’s patronizing words. Namor steps back, waiting to watch the verbal sparring match with much interest.

You can hold your own fort.

“Treason? Treason!” You trembled violently at the words. How fast the night had turned. "All I did was warn you of the atrocities that the League was getting Atlantis into! If Atlantis can't protect our homeland, our minerals..." You trailed off.

"Then I will find a better place that is worthy of such power."

"Y/N, I implore you to see reason. Siding with Talokan will not do you any good."

"That's where you are wrong Kaldur'ahm," you sneer at your former ally and friend. "I simply chose the side that heard me."

Switching on your weapons, you started to make a gigantic dragon construct. The two Leaguers changed their stance, every muscle in their body alert and ready. How you were ready for revenge. But, you could not forget your original purpose - aiding the king of Talokan.

Namor is beside you once more, an unspoken agreement between the two of you. Without warning, he flies straight into Kaludr’ahm, landing a well-aimed blow into his chest. The structure around them cracks, as Namor takes the fight outside. The message from the king was clear. It was time for you to be heard.

Loud and clear.

***

Pacific Ocean

0700hrs, CST

"This is Cat Grant reporting live from Taos, New Mexico where Aquaman will be making a statement about the unprovoked siege on Atlantis by unknown forces."

You switch off the screen, focusing on the piece of vibranium that was retrieved from the lost kingdom.

"You are troubled. Should I have killed him?"

Namor gently puts away the tool in your hand on the table, lifting your chin up to look at him. You shake your head. Swimming to the window beside your workspace, you take in the view that the wide ocean had to offer. He knows better than to pry.

"Your wounds will stay, but they will heal. The sea is a great healing force."

And so he instructs you to close your eyes. To listen to the sound of the ocean. To follow his breathing. Your breathing becomes more rhythmic and soon, the weight of self-blame lifts from your heart. You open your eyes and he turns your body to him.

How strange life could be? Your brilliance was overwhelming, yet you were broken, struggling to piece yourself together. You were so similar to him but so strikingly different at the same time. The king could not explain his attraction to your unwavering sense of loyalty. But why should he be? After all, he was the one that embraced you.

Maybe, that was love.

"We will be great together," Namor tells you.

And every bit was true. Unleashing your potential, he saw how you had nearly obliterated Atlantis with your rage. With you by his side, all he had to do was to put Wakanda in a chokehold. With patience, there will be results.

After all, Namor had picked up a diamond in the rough and he was never going to let it go. Not in this lifetime.

***

Back to part 1

[drghostwrite]

A Royal Bloodline

Pairing: Arthur Curry(Aquaman) x preg!wife!reader

Summary: Arthur and reader are Kind and Queen of Atlantis, a hurricane blows through posing a threat to a heavily pregnant queen and her family.

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The light in the ceiling above you flickered as the wind and rain howled outside the house. You looked outside to see the rain raging and the darkness covering the lush green fields, that were now being submerged. You felt your baby kick and looked down at your very large bump, running a hand over it praying that this storm would soon end so you could return to your home and give birth to your heir in peace.

---12 hours prior---

"Y/N, mi amor." Arthur called to your sleepy form in the other room, as he looked into your shared bedroom, your back to him, the blanket over you silhouetted you from your strong shoulders that dipped down to your waist before flowing back up into your hips. You felt the bed dip behind you as he slid in, a strong hand lightly tracing your outline before coming down to rest on your large bump, you felt lips make contact with your neck pulling you from your sleeping state.

You placed you hand over his as you felt your baby kicking, "Mm, good morning my love." You sleepily smiled up at him as he was propped up leaning over you, completely mesmerized by the life forming inside of you.

"So I was thinking, Mom and I are going into town to restock before the storm, maybe you'd want to come with?"

"Maybe, 2 hours in the car is a lot for this pregnant mama," you chuckled almost teasing him, he loved going places with you and when you got pregnant he wanted to spend every waking moment with you in his arms.

"Before you ask we can even stop at that little bakery that you like."

"Oh in that case." you said swinging your legs over to get out of bed.

---back to present---

Well you made it into town but now your stick, as the storm had moved in early, so here you were Atlanna, Arthur and you stuck in whatever shelter you could find trying to get back home before anything else went south. Though it didn't last long you could feel the pain starting in your lower back and wrapping around to your front, you let out a slow breath, closing your eyes to focus on you letting all else melt away. That lasted moments before another wave overtook your body and you leaned forward one hand supporting you on the windowsill while the other wrapped tightly under your large bump.

While Arthur was arguing with he townspeople, explaining that you needed somewhere to stay and that they'd be fine, Atlanna was keeping a close eye on you, she saw as you bent over, she had been though this before and she knew what was happening. She quickly made her way over to you, resting a hand on the one you had supporting you and wrapping the other around your lower back.

"Y/N, are you feeling pain?" she looked trying to read your facial expression.

"No, no I'm okay." you said wincing slightly again, still not making eye contact.

"Sweetheart," she said gently, "I think you're going into labor."

"I can't it's early..." you whined as your muscles started to ache.

"Well Atlantian babies tend to come early," she smiled with a hint of pity, "It'll be okay." Arthur saw his mother comforting you by the large window and made his way over, his eyes shone with pride fo the news that he had camed the people and that you would be staying the night somewhere safe, dry and warm.

"I'm not having this baby here," you growled out in a whisper trying not to alert anyone of your situation. A very confused Arthur standing on the other side of you almost shielding you with his body.

"What's going on?" He asked concerned seeing the not so happy expressions on your faces.

"Looks like your little one is making their awaited appearence." his mother explained.

"Oh... OH!" he said also realizing, "are we having the baby here?"

"No...please" you protested.

"We're safe here, I know it's not home but you're safe and dry, there's no better place to have this baby."

"Son, she can't have this baby here.." you both looked at the former queen slightly confused, "any heir to the throne must be born by the sea, Y/N have to give birth to him either by or in the sea. Seeing as we can't get to Atlantis because of the storm..."

"The lighthouse, we have to get you to the lighthouse," before Atlanna had the chance to respond Arthur scooped you up into his arms, carrying you out into the raging storm, he placed you into the passenger seat of the truck.

"God this really hurts." you groaned out, you reached up gripping the handle as another contraction took over your body, Atlanna slid towards you reaching in from behind so you could grab her hand as your husband drove.

"Y/N I need you to breathe with me." Atlanna coached from behind you, she watched as your face contorted in pain, you arched your back off the seat in pain, gripping her hand, you other hand coming down to tightly support under your swollen stomach. A contraction took over your form and you felt the baby drop even further the need to push quickly overwhelming you.

“Atlanna?”

“What it is?”

“I-I feel like I need to push.”

“hold on Y/N don’t push yet… Arthur go! This baby is not waiting.” She urged and you felt the truck lurch forward in the rain as he pushed the pedal to the floor boards. Moments later he pulled up to the house, he ran around and picked you up wedding style as his mom followed his dad holding the door open. He burst through the door you in his arms, “Gahhh… this hurts!” You said through gritted teeth.

“okay couch out her on the couch.” Atlanna directed, get me some towels, warm water, scissors and some alcohol. Both men looked to each other and nodded jumping into action.

“Okay Y/N you said you needed to push?” She asked while helping you undo you pants pulling them off with your pantries and setting them aside, she pulled the blanket on the couch over letting it drape over your legs. You whined out a yes before your knuckles went white straining to grip the couch and you shot up feeling a very strong contraction come over you, you started to push feeling a small amount of relief.

“Okay good girl, do what your body tells you.” She held you hand the other rubbing a soothing stripe up and down your thigh. Another contraction and another push came and went, “okay Y/N I have to check you see where you’re at.” She gently explained as you grimaced with a slow nod, she lifted the blanket to see baby’s head.

“it burns…” you whispered out of breath, voice stripped from groans and the occasional scream of pain.

“it’s because you’re crowning mama, just give me a couple more big pushes and baby will be here.” You nodded feeling as your husband ran back in pulling you to his chest as he sat behind you.

Moments later a final cry of pain and a baby’s cry filled the room, “a girl, you have a beautiful girl.” Atlanna beamed at her granddaughter. You held you baby girl in your arms and felt the tears streaming down your face turning to face her dad you saw tears escaping his eyes.

“we have a little girl.” You said cuddling into him.

“we have a princess, and our princess will need a name.”

“Scarlett, I like that name.”

“Scarlett it is, Scarlett Atlanta.” You both beamed down at your little girl, the continuation of the royal bloodline but more importantly someone else to share this love with.

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Cursed Beauty • Two

✬ Pairings: Aquaman x WOC! Reader.

Warning(s): do not interact if you aren’t the age of 18. Do not read if you haven’t read part one. Mentions of gore, strong language, sexual content and subjects that aren’t pleasing to certain viewers. Viewer discretion is advised

Description; At a young age you were cursed with a violent curse, today marked the ninth anniversary of your parents passing. You’ve started your day as normal but out of all days, you break your routine and meet the infamous Arthur Curry, known to the world as Aquaman.

Your eyes are the keepers of your soul.

Your name was not only blessed with a curse but she was also blessed with a gift. Many gifts. Gifts that were valuable to whomever possessed it. Not only did your curse grant you eternal beauty, a beauty that caused anyone to fall for you, and fall down to your feet in a matter of minutes, you could never fully understand nor did you really know all you were capable of.

Your eyes opened slowly, you shook your wrist that were tied behind the chair you were sitting in. Shaking yourself, you were in desperate need of an escape, not even your powers worked. “Your powers won’t save you here.” A voice echoed throughout the abandoned building.

You whimpered. “Let me out. Who are you? Come closer.”

The footsteps increased. Your attention turned to the man standing in front of you, he was tall, looked to be Greek, he had a blind eye with a scar going down it. He wore a long leather coat. “I’m Grey, and you’re going to help me. In return, I’ll lift your curse.” You laugh, shaking your head. “You’re blind and stupid I see.” No one could lift the curse so violently and viciously plastered on you, it was unable to be lifted. The only key to lifting the curse, that neither you or Arthur Curry knew was- your love and the child you two would bore. It was foretold. It was written. Bound to happen.

“Don’t let my one bad eye fool you. You are a mystery, (Y/n.). I’ve been hearing a lot about your family and your curse through the grapevines over the years.”

You looked around, trying to think of what you could do to escape this place. “If you have heard the rumors about me, tell me what you’ve heard. Not all stories hold the truth.” He folds his arms. “In fact, they do. Each lie holds a little truth, doesn’t it?” He pulls out a chair. “The ropes you have around your wrist are why you aren’t able to get out of here. I know all about your curse, that any man gets attached and falls for you, he dies. A violent death. Am I getting warm?”

“Partly.” Your eyes scanned the floor. “What you fail to realize is it’s a two way street. I would have to be in love with them. So if you got me here to use me as a pawn, it won’t work.”

Grey looked at her. “Pawn? Yes. But that’s not what I’m here for. I know that you can see the future, I also know that you have certain qualities that I need at my exposal to take care of a great enemy. You’re more powerful than anyone I’ve ever laid eyes on, (y/n).” Your eyes went from the floor to him, “I’m not helping you. So let me go.”

“You’re going to help me if you want a future.”

You laugh. “The only good benefit of my curse is.. I can’t die, I’ll live long and alone.” Grey knew about her curse, after all his family was the one who placed it long ago. “I know a loophole. All I need for you to do is lure Aquaman out. Your beauty is luring. Literally. And, I need you to keep him from harming me long enough to make my move.”

“I won’t help you kill someone.”

He nods his head slowly. “Not even for your freedom?” Although that felt nice, you were more than ready to be free of this curse. But at the expense of someone else’s Life? He looked at her. “You will think about my offer. It will continue to stand until midnight.” He waved his boys over to release you from your ropes. And you rubbed your wrist. “My answer will not change.” You stood to your feet, you froze him in place. “I will not help you kill anyone, and you are a fool to untie me knowing what I’m capable of.” Using your force, you lifted him up in midair. You stopped his boys from making another step.

“Don’t be a fool. How much more time are you willing to spend alone locked up in that hotel? Away from the world, unloved and isolated!”

You threw him against the wall with your mind, he fell to the ground. Coughing and bleeding from his mouth. You turned your attention to his friends. “You two want a go?” They didn’t take one step. You shook your head walking over to Grey. “I rather take comfort in my sadness, then take a life.” You squat down in front of him, tilting his head back. “You are right though. I’m far more powerful than you or I know. New powers seem to unlock every day. I think you should leave, Grey.” Staring deep in his eyes, I burned into his soul. His eyes started to bleed.

“I have the power over your life right now, I’m staring deep into your soul and all I see is an angry, confused man. You only hate Aquaman because he’s what the world idolizes, and they see what you do as evil.”

Grey was immobilized. Pulling back, your eyes went from golden rose to brown as you exited his mind. He just stared at you, blood from his eyes, body still immobile and limp. “You’re very very stupid. You shouldn’t have untied me.” He chuckled hard. “You think I didn’t have insurances?” You frowned standing tall. “Oh? You talking about the men standing outside waiting for me? Oh sweetheart.” You laughed. ��I’ve taken care of them.” Planting a kiss on Grey’s cheek, “Kiss of death. You fall at my feet. You no longer beat.” You recite. He shook, the spot on his cheek where you had kiss had become black; veiny. His face turning from pale to grey.

“Goodbye, Grey.”

••••

You walked out the building covering your body.

You were still unaware of all your capabilities. You were cursed but gifted with numerous gifts rolled in one, you were a powerful being and Grey was just the tip of the iceberg. You knew it wasn’t safe for you in this city anymore, it was time you went elsewhere. You stopped and turned to the building, you watched it burn in flames and collapse.

“You.”

You turned as your body shook. You were burning up. It was below zero but you were boiling. “Arthur?” Arthur just looked at you, he was confused. He didn’t understand what was happening when he knew you were kidnapped. “You’re safe?” You laugh. “I can handle myself. I’ve been doing it for years.” And you have, this wasn’t your first rodeo, a lot of people who knew about you either wanted your gifts for their own gain or wanted you dead for the power you possessed.

You were too powerful.

Yet, alone.

If it boiled down to your happiness or your gifts. You’d choose happiness. No amount of power was worth being alone. Unloved. You wanted to be happy. You wanted a family. You wanted that white-picket fence romance, but all of those things seemed impossible. You could see the future, yet, you couldn’t see past the few visions you got from touching Arthur.

“Yes.” You tried to walk past him, he reached for your hand. “Tell me what’s going on.” He frowned. “You’re burning up.”

He placed his hand to your forehead. “Oh yeah. You’re burning up.” Your forehead was starting to form sweat. His eyes met with yours. “The men who took you?” You turned your attention to the burning and collapsing building, “Their dead. You’re welcome by the way, they wanted you dead. You’ve made a lot of enemies. That’s not even the second person to approach me to help me get close to you, I mean you’re not that powerful so I don’t see why-”

“Hold on, what?”

You sighed heavily. “I have certain abilities. I can’t describe them all because there are so many, one of which is what you feel- when you asked me about my sadness. I’m not sad. Well, I am but.. can we leave here? I can explain more later.” Arthur nods, taking you into his arms. “Oh wow, you really can ride water?” You chuckle. He laughs. “Yes.”

“Thanks. you can put me down now.”

He placed you down into the water, you bounced up and down in the ocean. Your hands swing back and forth. You were trying to get back to your normal body temperature but you were still feeling the residual effects from the burning building. That was another thing, when you used your gifts, some of them you could feel. “Are you cooling?”

“Yes.”

Arthur laid you flat on your back, your eyes met with his. “You want to tell me what happened? I searched everywhere trying to find you and when I do find you, you’re standing outside a burning building and telling me you have powers.” You sighed. “They aren’t so much as powers. I prefer them as gifts and curses. The men kidnapped me, hoping that I would help them kill you in exchange for something I’ve been wanting for some time now.”

“Kill me?” He laughs softly. “And why didn’t you?”

You sighed. “As much as I want my freedom, I won’t take or partake in the acts of another’s demise. Help me up.” He helped you up, you looked over his body, your hand traced his tattoos. “Besides, the world needs you. I can’t take a superhero, now can I?” He looks you in eyes. “You’re so beautiful.” He leans in to kiss you but you stopped him. “Stop. We can’t. You can’t.” Arthur couldn’t explain the desire he had for you: the feeling of familiarity, hopefulness when it came to you.

“Why? Why can’t we?” He tucked your hair behind your ears.

You shook your head. “I’m cursed. I think it’s best we stay away from each other. I appreciate you tracking me down and trying to save me from those men. But I can handle myself and I will be going now.” Arthur shook his head. “What do you mean cursed? I don’t care about any of that. I don’t know what it is about you, I’ve never felt this way towards anyone. But the minute I laid eyes on youu…”

“You fell for me? You wanted to be with me?”

He nods. “Yes.. that, but I also felt familiarity. I feel like we are supposed to be together, like there is something.. something pulling me to you. I can’t quite understand it.” You nod your head slowly. “It’s the curse. It lured men in, lures me in.. caused me and them to fall for eachother only to leave me heartbroken and you dead. Aquaman, trust me, I’m not safe.”

“Neither am I,” he planted his lips against yours.

————

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What about I could do this all day but with Arthur curry, where he is being flirty and complimenting the reader all day, even she and others are like he can't keep going, and he does and maybe it ends with him taking reader out on a date and then she starts flirting with him all day

.⋆｡Keep Going｡⋆.

Arthur Curry x plus size reader

Sick of Arthur’s relentless flirting, you strike back.

Warnings: flirting, idiots in love, fluff, pick up lines are from google

WC: 730

Minors DNI

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He was desperate, charming, delusional and all around annoying but there was no way you could hate him, he was just too endearing. Arthur had been following you around the Justice League tower all day like a lost puppy, showering you with any compliment he could think of. 

“I’d bet you’d look great dressed in kelp.” You came to a screeching halt and whipped around, brow raised at the huge man who was walking behind you. “Y’a know when we get married, you’ll have to wear something seafood-like and I think kelp would compliment your skin perfectly.” Your face, which already seemed permanently heated from all the attention, got even hotter.

“Oh my god.” You groaned, hiding your face behind the file you were holding.

“Actually, I think coral might look better on you, maybe a starfish or two.”

“Arthur!” You hissed, hyper aware of the fact that you were in a building full of superheroes who did not appreciate fraternisation in their League.

But Arthur just smirked as he leaned against the wall only a few inches from you. “C’mon, just let me take you out already.” He practically begged, a stark contrast from his casual stance. 

As hard as you might try, you couldn’t resist those big amber eyes looking down at you like you were his whole world. Sighing, you gave him a nod. “Fine, one date! Just one!” Immediately his back straightened and he wrapped you in a tight hug, making you yelp.

“You better go put some socks on princess cause I’m about to knock them off!” And with that, he bounded away, chattering to himself about what kind of date he would take you on.

“Are you sure about picking that one? I know lots of better men and women that would do anything for a chance with you.” Diana practically materialised by your side, gazing disapprovingly at her teammate. 

You chuckled. “Well, he is kind of cute.”

——————

It wasn’t just one date, it was five. Barely 10 minutes into your first date (he brought you to the fucking aquarium) you were lost forever.

The flirting never stopped either, in fact, it somehow got worse. Every second sentence that left his perfectly kissable mouth was either a compliment or some lewd joke that was so bad it even made Batman blush. So you were expecting Diana to come crawling to you, begging it to stop for the sake of everyone else.

You started that morning, as soon as Arthur stepped from the zeta tube. You wolf-whistled and gave him a slow once-over. “Damn baby, if you were a Transformer you'd be Optimus Fine.” He froze comically, his eyes wide, his jaw dropped open in shock. He pulled himself together quickly and wrapped your wide hip in a bruising grip, smashing his lips to yours.

As Arthur scoured the fridge in the League kitchen several hours later, you walked into his peripheral vision and smirked as your own gaze fell onto his pert backside. “Do you drink a lot of Sprite? Because you look so-da-licious!” His head whipped around with a sickening click.

“What did you just say?” You shrugged.

“You heard me, sexy.” He groaned as his eyelids fluttered. You winked at him and turned to leave, abandoning Arthur with his little ‘problem’.

The conference room was dead silent as you all looked over your individual assignments with the occasional shuffling of papers or the sound of someone clearing their throat. Your new boyfriend sat beside you, one large hand planted firmly on your plump thigh, his fingers gently rubbing circles into the soft skin. 

Just as you finished off your reading a deafening sound came from the man beside you as he violently sneezed into his elbow. Immediately, everyone looked his way. “I would've said "God bless you" after that sneeze, but it looks like he already has.” Now all eyes were on you as you smirked evilly. They all groaned collectively at the bad line. 

Arthur’s hand tightened on your leg in warning. You squeezed his hand in return. “Stop.” He muttered under his breath as the others returned to their work, Diana smiling suspiciously.

“Stop what?” You asked dumbly.

“You will run out of pick-up lines eventually and when you do, I’ll be there.”  “Oh love, I could do this all day.” You retorted with a kiss to his bearded cheek.

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colour spectrum.

Summary: You can only see in black and white, but the moment you meet your soulmate you can see colour. What happens when you’ve been able to see colour all your life and can’t recall who’s your soulmate? [bestfriend!soulmate!au]

Warnings: Swearing

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»»————-　➴　————-««

The concept of soulmates has existed since the dawn of time. You only see black and white until you meet your soulmate. After your 16th birthday, you could see the entire colour spectrum once you met your soulmate, but if you didn’t keep in contact with your soulmate, you would lose your ability to see colour until you met again. 

Your problem was that you could see the entire colour spectrum, since the moment you turned 16. Your parents explained the colour spectrum the night before your 16th birthday, and when you woke up the next day, your life was filled with vivid colours. 

Anytime anyone would ask if you could see colours, you passed it off as you couldn’t and were waiting until you met the right person. But in reality, you were now 25, and you were trying to figure out who your soulmate could possibly be.

“Are you sure you can’t see colour?” Arthur poked at your side.

“I swear to god, the amount of times you’ve asked me this question is astronomical. The answer will remain the same, which is no,” you lied. Over the years you’ve perfected the acting and no one could tell you were lying.

Arthur laid down on the couch behind you, as you sat on the floor overlooking a file for work. “I came to spend time with my best friend, yet you’re paying more attention to that stupid file,” he whined.

Best friend. How you hated that word to describe your relationship with Arthur Curry. You two had been friends since you met in a playground when you were five, and here you were twenty years later, but with the fattest crush you could ever have on someone. Someone who has a soulmate, might you add. 

“Are you paying the bills?” You asked, adding notes to the margin.

“No-”

“Then you aren’t allowed to talk,” you said, underlining something in the document.

You pulled your hair up into a bun to get it out of your face, and got back to work. You suddenly felt a shiver down your spine as Arthur’s fingertips trace the back of your neck. “That’s a nice shade of red,” he murmured, tracing the petals of the rose that was tattooed on the back of your neck.

Your face was laced with confusion, until you finally understood what he said, “Wait,” you spun around, “You can see colour? Arthur since when?”

“God knows how long. Wait, did you not know this?” He asked.

“No, Art, what the fuck?” You looked him dead in the eye, “Why did you not tell me?”

“I thought it was common knowledge,” he rebuttal.

You turned back around, “How did you survive this long?”

“Alcohol. Do you know how pretty this rose is with all its colour? How did you pick it out?” He asked.

You bit your lip, I went to an artist who had met his soulmate and we worked out the colours together because we can both agree and disagree what would look good, is what you wanted to say, but ultimately a, “I went to an artist who met his soulmate and he worked with the colours and I trusted him,” slipped out of your mouth.

“You got a man to tattoo on you?” He asked.

“Yeah, not a big deal you know.” You responded.

“Anything could have happened, he could have-” 

You cut him off before he went even further, “Art, I was in a shop with like ten different people, I had a shirt and pants on. I was fine. Plus I asked someone to come, but they were busy.”

“But-”

“Nope, we’re done,” you stated, ending the conversation as you made notes on the file in front of you.

»»————-　➴　————-««

“He got mad that you got tattooed by a man?” Harley asked.

It was a usual Friday night you spent surrounded by your friends Harley, Dinah, Diana and Pamela. Usually these nights consisted of getting wasted on someone’s floor in their living room, these weeks happened to be in Dinah’s living room.

“Yeah, for fucking what? I asked him if he wanted to come, he was busy with Mera.” You spat, looking at the cup of Smirnoff that was in your hands. 

“And he still thinks you can’t see colour?” Dinah asked.

“Yeah,” you said, “It’s whatever.”

Pamela reached over and smacked your back, “You dumbass, what if he’s your soulmate?”

“He can’t be. He sees colour with Mera. I don’t know if you’ve noticed but, I am not Mera.”

“She might have a point, if he sees colour with Mera, they can’t be soulmates,” Diana stated.

“Finally someone with a brain cell,” you joked.

“Din, I need paper and a ton of markers,” Harley said.

And that’s how you were dragged into a life chart of people you’ve met and possible soulmate suspects.

“If you could see it the moment you turned sixteen, that means you knew them before. Which means you would have had literally anyone from elementary school.” Harley started, “The moment you turned sixteen, you would have been around literally anyone in high school.” Harley crossed off high school, “Post high school, you kept in contact with Arthur, Hal, Thom, Kalel, and Bruce. Kalel has Diana, which means Kalel is off.” Harley crossed off Kalel, “Hal is not even in Gotham, meaning you can’t be able to see without constant contact from him,” Hal joined the crossed out group. “Bruce is with Talia, so off the list. “Thom is in San Fran doing god knows what, so you wouldn’t be able to see,” Thom joined the crossed off list. Only Arthur was left. Harley scratched her head looking at it. “He’s soulmates with Mera?”

“Yeah,” you said, you’ve come to the same conclusion several thousand times.

“Stranger?” Pamela proposed.

“The chances of seeing the same fucking person every once in a while just for you to see colours doesn’t make fuckin’ sense.” Harley stated.

You stretched out and laid back onto the floor. “It’s fine, I’ll die alone.”

»»————-　➴　————-««

Before you left work you swung Arthur a text asking him if he wanted to have a movie night once he got off work.

You were pulling down your sweater dress with one hand and phone in the other and were making your way to the doors until you heard your name. 

Spinning on your heel, you looked in the direction you heard your name called from. Lucas Trent. 

You two were close during history classes during your years in university, mostly because the two of you sat at the back of the lecture hall with snacks and were self educating because the prof was actual trash. 

“Lucas? Hi,” you said, engulfing him in a hug.

He wrapped his arms around you, “God it’s been so long.”

“How’d you know I’m here?” You asked, releasing him.

“I saw Dinah this morning, and she told me. I was hoping we can catch up?” He asked.

You checked your phone and saw that Arthur still didn’t message you back. “Yeah, I’m game.”

»»————-　➴　————-««

“No. Fucking. Way.” You said, in absolute shock.

“I. Fucking. Know.” Lucas responded.

The two of you were sitting at a coffee shop near your work place, and you were still anticipating Arthur’s text, but to no avail he didn’t answer.

“I never would have thought your soulmate was a dude,” you said.

Lucas found his soulmate while he was swimming at the beach. He showed you pictures of him and Apollo on vacation, and other cute Instagram worthy couple pictures.

“I fucking know man, it’s such a strange turn of events.” He took a sip of his coffee, “How’s Arthur by the way? You still attached by the hip?” 

“Same old pain in the ass,” you chuckled.

“Did you meet your soulmate yet?” Lucas asked.

“I’ve met them. I can see colour. They’re a constant force in my life, but I don’t know who the fuck it is,” you stated nonchalantly.

“I bet it’s Arthur,” he said, in a matter of fact tone.

“Yeah? Join the party. It’s not.” You said, leaning back into your chair.

“What do you mean he’s not your soulmate?” Lucas asked.

“Mera.”

“You mean the redhead girl that was all over him and Selina almost fought the both of them because she thought the two of you were dating and he was cheating?”

“Bingo,” you said, sipping your coffee.

»»————-　➴　————-««

You were unlocking your door and checking yet again if Arthur ever texted you back. You pulled the key out of the hole and paused. No response yet.

You were about to push your door in until you felt a familiar grasp push your door open and pull you in. 

Tossing the keys into your bowl, you pulled off the knee high heeled boots you were wearing and followed him into the living room. You leaned against the bar, watching Arthur pace in front of you.

“So when were you gonna tell me you found your soulmate?” He spat.

“What?”

“I saw you and pretty boy getting coffee earlier, when were you gonna tell me that you met your soulmate?” Anger evident in his voice.

“Why the fuck are you mad? You have Mera.” You retaliated.

“I have the right to be mad,” he said, crossing his arms against his chest.

“Why? Why the fuck could you possibly be mad? Just because I see colour you’re pissed?” You spat back at him.

“So you can see colour now,” he grumbled, pissed off to the max. 

You didn’t retaliate, you watched him pace around even more. He eventually sat down on the couch, looking at the ground, he ran his hands through his hair. 

“Mera wasn’t my soulmate.”

Your demeanor softened, “Art, what?”

“She lied. Her soulmate was Orm fucking Marius,” he said, on the brink of tears. Orm Marius, the man that Arthur hated since the dawn of time. The two of them had ongoing beef since elementary school, you really anticipated them to stop talking, but here they were, still at each other’s throat.

You walked over to him and kneeled in front of him stroking hairs out of his face. 

“Mera met Orm while we were together, and she suddenly saw colour. I thought we were soulmates, but apparently not. I’ve known her for so long, when I turned 16, I saw colours and she was constantly around. I thought she was it. Then I thought about you, but you could see colour after going out with what’s his face.”

You gently stroked his cheek, “Art, I could always see colour.”

“What?” He looked up at you.

“Since I was 16-” He cut you off by pulling you forward and into a kiss. You broke apart when you needed air, he rested his forehead against yours before peppering your face with kisses, which resulted in giggles erupting from you.

“So-”

“He found his soulmate,” you reassured him, “Plus he’s gay.”

His face lit up like a Christmas tree. While getting up, he pulled your body to him. Once fully up he tossed you over his shoulder, “More for me then,” he said, before making his way to your bedroom.

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Cuddling With Them

Insert “Whatta Man”

He seems realy intimidating, but in reality he’s such a sweetheart with you. And that’s exactly it, it’s only with you. He doesn’t really like other people touching him much.

Arthur definitely isn’t afraid to start it, he’ll sneak up from behind and wrap you up in a bear hug, sometimes even pick you up off the ground and give you a spin.

It’s inevitable that you’ll cuddle if you’re watching something together. He puts his arm over the back of the couch and you snuggle right up against him, head on his shoulder / chest and he brings his arm around you.

He’s quite gentle with you for being mr. superhero. You’re one of the most precious things in his life and he wants to protect you even from accidentally squeezing too hard which is precious.

When he gets back from wherever on superhero business, you usually come running to him, and jump up in his arm before he has a second to think about it. But of course his natural instinct is to hold you anyway.

You two enjoy baths. The connection between him and water is special, so you two share a lot of your tender moments in water. Leaning back against him in the bath, you’ll run your fingers along his forearm tattoos while he kisses the side of your neck.

In bed he’s super super touchy. Bodies flesh against each other, his arms constantly holding you, sweat and lots of physicality involved with this one. However it can be very sweet and very romantic. As he’s more of a romantic than he lets on.

In general, physical touch means a lot to him, and if he’s in a bad mood of people are harping on him, you just touch him and he calms down. Understanding you don’t want to see him fight.

Forehead kisses. A big thing! Since he’s so tall, he loves just barely dipping and giving your forehead a kiss. He does it a lot when you’re talking or when you give him a worried look. He also does it in the mornings.

[haileygarciasunshine]

Tomorrow at Seven

Pairing: Arthur Curry x Reader

Word Count: 1,422

Warning: Mentions of Drinking

Summary: The reader attends a party that Bruce throws, she meets a man named Arthur.

Wattpad

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Opening the door you were greeted with a symphony of classical music. Your friends had somehow talked you into another extravagant party that Bruce was throwing. Grasping the rail, you gingerly made your descent down the stairs. Glancing around the room, you had missed the tall, long haired man standing at the bottom of the stairs. His gaze bore into you. Once you were close enough he cleared his throat.

“Can I help you?” His deep voice pulling you out of your trance. His aqua eyes held your gaze. Not trusting your voice, you nodded. Extending a hand, you grasped it allowing him to help you down the stairs. Surprisingly, he pulled your hand around his arm allowing him to tug you closer to him. 

“My name’s Y/N.” You stated softly, batting your eyelashes.

“Arthur.” He spoke in a gruff tone.

Leading you to the bar, you gazed at the people around you. Many of the women sending daggers your way at the close proximity between you and Arthur. Heat began rising in your cheeks.

“What can I get you both?” The bartender questioned.

Ordering your drinks, it didn’t take long before your friends were rushing up to you.

“Y/N!” Victor and Barry exclaimed in unison.

Their excitement made a toothy grin dance along your lips.

“Hey guys!” You greeted, hugging both men. 

“You came!” Barry exclaimed.

Tilting your head to the side, you gazed at them. “Of course. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” 

Both men began happily, chatting about what had happened before you got there. Filling you in on anything they could. Sneaking glances at the man beside you, he began looking bored and irritated. Frowning you didn’t want to both him. 

“Guys, do you mind if we talk somewhere else?” You started. “I...I don’t want to block the bar from anyone.”

Nodding in agreement, both men held out their elbows ready to escort you. Downing the rest of your drink, you snaked your arms through theirs as they lead you towards a window to stand by. Unsurprisingly, Arthur didn’t follow. A women quickly replaced your position. Shaking your head, jealousy began rising in your veins. It was silly of you to think you had a sliver of a chance with someone as attractive as him. Frowning you turned your attention back to your friends.

“Yeah!” Barry spoke voice filled with giddy. “You have to come with us next time!”

Both men turned to you, looking at you like children in a candy shop. 

Not knowing what you were agreeing to, you nodded and hummed.

“Yes!” They both exclaimed in unison. “Lets go tell Bruce and Diana!”

Before you knew it, both men were gone leaving you alone. 

“You look stunning.” A husky voice stated moving in front of you. His hand ghosting your side.

You hummed in response not wanting to give the mysterious man anymore attention. “I’ll be going.” As you attempted to walk away, he grabbed your bicep harshly yanking you back not allowing you to leave.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He questioned his hot breath fanning along the shell of your ear. His breath lingered smelling like alcohol and desperation.

“Anywhere, you’re not.” You spat. “Let me go.”

“No.” He smirked. “Women like you don’t come around often.”

Trying to wiggle free, his grip only tightened. The throbbing of a bruise was felt where his firm grip was. 

“I believe the lady said to let her go.” A familiar voice spoke. The feeling of comfort washed over you replacing the panic feeling.

“And why should I?” The other man snarled.

Before either one could respond, security was already escorting him out and away from the both of you.

Gently rubbing your arm where he had grabbed you, you let out a sigh of relief. 

“Thanks.” You muttered not bothering to look Arthur in the eyes. 

“Are you okay?” He asked, his voice filled with concern. Not bothering to let you respond, he was towering over you in an instant. Gently he grabbed your elbow, examining the developing bruise in the shape of fingers.

A low growl fell from his lips. Placing a hand on his arm, you brought his attention back to your eyes. 

“I’m okay.” You smiled. “Really, I’m okay because of you. Thank you.”

Nodding, he gently tugged you in for a hug before he wrapped his large arms around you. Closing your eyes, you basked in the scent that was Arthur. Resting your ear on his chest, you were able to hear the steady beat of his heart. His hand was rubbing up and down your back softly in an attempt to comfort you.

“Y/N!” Barry exclaimed. “Are you okay?” 

Pulling away from each other slightly, you gazed at each other silently communicating. Quickly you gazed at Barry.

“Yeah, I’m good.” You responded.

The rest of the night Arthur, didn’t leave your side if he could help it. He took you on the floor attempting to dance with you, that ended up with you laughing from your belly, as you stepped on his feet. Your genuine laugh, made him grin occasionally he’d laugh along with you.

“Guys.” You spoke. “I feel underdressed.” You frowned, smoothing down your dress. You had chosen your favorite pair of black heels, as you were wearing a teal dress that went down to your knees. It was a sweetheart neckline with spaghetti straps. 

Leaning down, Arthurs lips brushed against your ear. “You look intoxicating.” Closing your eyes, you leaned against him. Your shoulder resting against his chest, as his deep voice continued murmuring sweet nothings in your ear.

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Time had passed since the party, Bruce had thrown. It was a pleasant surprise to learn you and Arthur lived in the same building. He had texted you every chance he got and vice versa. 

Tonight was a rare occasion that Arthur didn’t sleepover. He had quickly become your best friend, the attraction between you amped up since meeting. 

Boom!

The sound of thunder startled you awake. You began to shake with fear. Throwing the blankets over your head, you closed your eyes attempting to calm your heart rate and shaking. 

“Y/N?” Arthurs voice called through your apartment. “I’m coming in.”

Quickly, he made his way to your bedroom. The sound of your whimpers filled his ears. “Scoot.” 

Doing as you were told, he climbed underneath the blankets, wrapping his arms around you. Scratching your scalp you nuzzled your nose along his neck and collar bone. His voice was soft as he whispered words of encouragement. Attempting to help you get more comfortable, he gently gripped your calf throwing it over his hip. The intimate act, making your heart rate race again. 

After you had calmed down, you pulled away from him. He gazed down at you with a confused expression. Knotting one of your hands in his hair, you were mesmerized by him. Placing your lips on his, you closed your eyes. His lips felt soft against yours. Something you had rarely had the pleasure of feeling. The realization of what you did, made you pull back from him. 

A groan left his lips as he followed you. His lips were firm against yours. His tongue snaked out from between his lips, before he poked his tongue past your lips. His tongue licked every inch of your mouth, attempting to memorize the feeling. He had a hand on your hip, pulling you impossibly closer to him, while the other laced his fingers in your hair giving it a light tug. 

Moaning, he gently pushed you on your back allowing him to hover above you. Wrapping your legs around his waist, he ground his hips against yours. Gasping you gazed at him. Feverishly your lips reconnected before he began placing chaste kisses along your cheek. Once he reached the column of your throat, he began biting leaving a travel of love bites. His tongue running along your neck soothing the fresh bruise that began forming. Grabbing the hem of your shirt, you lifted it signalling you wanted it off. Assisting you, he threw your shirt over his shoulder before his followed shortly after. 

Chest to chest, with nothing in between he began leaving love bites along your chest. The sound of heavy pants filled the room, while the storm was long forgotten. 

Laying together, you rested your head against his chest. Arthur kissed your forehead repeatedly, while his fingers ran along the grooves of your spine. 

“Tomorrow at seven?”

Nodding you grinned. “It’s a date.”

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Day 14 of Kinkmas: In A Boat With Arthur Curry

Pairing: Arthur Curry x fem!reader

Warning: unprotected sex, hickeys

Y/N’s POV

Arthur has been wanting me to go on his new boat that he recently purchased and he’s just over the moon by it so I’m excited to get on it and see what’s going on with it!

“You like it?” He whispers in my ear while I look at the boat.

“I love it! It looks so cool!” I answer.

When we got on the boat Arthur gave me a tour. There’s seats in the front, the steering wheel on the boat looks interesting, there’s a bed in the boat, there’s a bar, and a really cool refrigerator at the bar. I’m excited what’s going to happen in the future with this boat.

“You wanna do a test drive?” He asks getting comfortable sitting on a chair that’s for the captain.

“Sure! Lead the way captain.” I say.

I can tell he likes that answer by him grinning.

He drives us around the ocean and I look out to see the ocean and it looks beautiful, some of the islands I saw that I’ve never seen before looked beautiful. I walk around to see other angles of the ocean and I went to see what Arthur is doing. When he realizes me, he reaches out to me so I can hug him while looking out to see the water.

“How do you feel about the view?” He says focusing on the water.

“It’s amazing, I’ve never been in this section of the ocean before, I love it Art.” I say looking at the view and then Arthur.

“I’m glad you like it, I wanna show you something.” He says driving into a small cove.

When we get into the cove and Arthur stops the boat and drops the anchor. I get confused, I didn’t see any food for a picnic. I don’t know what’s going on?

“What are we doing?” I ask.

“Let’s go somewhere private.” He whispers in my ear.

He walks down to a door that leads to the bed, I already know what’s going to happen. I follow him but he goes to bar and gets some champagne for me and some beer for him and pours them in glasses and gives me the champagne.

“Thank you.” I say taking the glass away from Arthur.

“I hope you’re liking what you’ve seeing out of the water.” He says drinking his beer.

“I love it and I was actually looking at you half of the time.” I say getting closer to him.

“Oh really? I never noticed.” He says looking down at me.

“You were paying attention to the water I believe.” I say.

He does this smirk. He begins to kiss me, I kiss him back, we both go to the bed together but we’re still kissing. We lay down on the bed which is so comfortable. Arthur takes his clothes off and helps me taking mine off.

We kiss again, he gives me pecks on my body, I kinda giggle but I gasp. I can feel him laughing on my skin but it makes me giggle again.

Eventually, we begin to have sex. I scratch his back by him going in and out of me. I scream by him fucking me hard and I can feel the bed shaking and banging on the wall. He eventually gives me hickeys. I give him some as well but I can tell someone is going to make fun of him by the scratches on him and the hickeys.

10 MINUTES LATER

We’re laying on the bed heavy breathing. That felt so nice to be honest. I want to do this again sometime, that was different than what we normally do.