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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)

WC: 1.1k

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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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Hello babe, could you please write something about Arthur Curry (aquaman) falling for someone who is the total opposite of him? Like the reader being an introvert who enjoys silence and a good book over clubs, sweaty parties or drunk nights? Thank you 💞

Arthur falling head over heels for you, despite that the two of you are from two completely different worlds include:

-Arthur meeting you through his father, you being the daughter of a close friend of his who also somethings keeps him company and helps around at the lighthouse tower

-You not even thinking that the half Atlantean would ever be interested in you because

1. Your first encounter was far from romantic, it was pretty much awkward as you had walked into him making out with a random woman on his father’s couch

2. The other times the two of you actually got to conversating, you’ve realized that you both have barely anything much in common

3. Arthur always spending time doing God knows what and then coming back with a loud and cheery attitude, literally disturbing your peace

-Both of you not knowing when the vibe shifted in between you two, just suddenly realizing that you had this silent interest in one another

-Arthur suddenly not being able to stop thinking about you, wanting to really get to know you

-You not getting his (obvious) hints and actually distancing yourself from him

-Him hurting and missing you when you’re not near him

-You missing him too and then slowly coming out of your shell again, feeling terrified of what’s happening but also eager and determined to see where things could lead to

-Him slowly picking up your habits of reading, first trying to find the same books you’re reading before giving in and asking you to read out loud to him whenever you’re at his dad’s house

-The reading sessions becoming a regular thing, the King of Atlantis always looking forward to them because he gets to hear your calming voice and look at your beautiful face

-You also loving the reading sessions, especially on days where Arthur’s had a rough day and he gently asks you permission to place his head in your lap

-Arthur then fully realizing that he has fallen head over heels for you

-Him continuing to getting to know you by keeping you company almost throughout the whole day

-Him asking you tons of questions because he’s an extrovert, loves being around people and all sorts of noises, while you love the peace and quiet from being alone

-“I prefer silence because it allows me to either calm down from a hectic or stressful day and then slowly collecting my thoughts and emotions. I love the calmness of enjoying my own company because it keeps me grounded and realistic”

-“What about you Arthur?”

-“Well…I enjoy being around people and have a good time because…It’s like a temporary escape from reality. The alcohol, booze and women make me forget about my deepest thoughts…”

-That intimate conversation making you grasp the fact that the man is actually very lonely, that he doesn’t really know how to be his true self around the people he loves the most because he’s pushing his problems aside

-That conversation also creating a close bond in between the two of you. Arthur doesn’t wanna change you and he doesn’t want you to change for him

-Y’all are able to comprehend that you’re able to meet in the middle of your two worlds, be a unity and each other’s shoulders to cry and lean on when times get rough

-Arthur then gaining healthy ways to cope with his issues, while you try out activities you’ve always wanted to do, but were a little afraid to do so

-Finally months after your first meeting with Arthur, the two of you let your feelings for each other run wild and become a couple

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Double Trouble

Arthur Curry x Plus Size/Chubby Reader x Mera 

Imagine: You agree to go out with Mera and Arthur but they can’t seem to keep their hands off you. 

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: swearing, heavy touching, implied smut

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It had been the hardest moment of you life when Arthur and Mera had announced their relationship to you but it was the best day ever when they told you that they wanted you to be an equal part of it. You’d grown up with Arthur pretty much all your life and you had been inseparable. Even into adulthood, you two could be found together wherever you went and you had probably loved him the entire time. But when Arthur went to Atlantis and came back with Mera, you had been confused and jealous. You’d been jealous of her beauty and the way Arthur was completely taken with her after knowing her less than a week. But you were confused because you had found yourself as attracted to her as you were with Arthur. 

They literally looked like the ultimate power couple and you had backed off from them, avoiding their efforts to talk to you. When you finally got cornered by the both of them, that's when they hit you with their big news. You could remember it like it was yesterday. 

You grunted a little as you carried a heavy box of vegetables from the back of your truck into the back entrance into the kitchen of your small restaurant. Yeah, your job wasn't quite as glamorous as you'd hoped it to be. You turned around to get another box when you jumped back from the sight of Mera and Arthur standing in front of you, “Jesus Christ! Don’t sneak up on people like that, god damn.” Arthur outright laughed at your reaction while Mera only held a small smile of amusement on her face.

You sighed and looked at them, “Well spit it out then, what do you want?” “Don’t be like that, you’re the one that has been avoiding us.” You rolled your eyes at Arthur before walking between them to pick up the next box of stock. Arthur moved to the side to be out of your way and crossed him arms over his chest. “Mera and I are together and-” “You came all the way here just to tell me that, don’t you have better things to do than to boast about your relationship status?” 

Arthur groaned out of frustration, “If you’d just let me finish, then maybe I can get to the point.” This time, Mera stepped forward and placed her hand onto your shoulder to get you to turn to her. You wanted to hate her, but you couldn’t. She didn’t do anything wrong, none of them did. Trying not to let your emotions get the best of you, you stood and crossed your arms over your chest, the position being a little uncomfortable due to the puffy coat you were wearing. Your eyes flickered between the two before looking down at the ground. 

“We know how you feel about us and we want you to know that we both feel the same way. So, if you’ll have us, we’d like you to join us.” You furrowed your eyebrows, an angry expression on your face, were they playing some kind of prank on you? Instead of making a big scene, you scoffed, pushing past them both to get to your truck, “Yeah right, nice one guys but you’ll have to try harder than that to fool me.” 

Arthur wrapped his arm around your shoulders, effectively stopping you in your tracks. You were turned to face him and Mera was quick to step close to your other side. Almost ironically, you’d never felt as small as you did right now. Arthur leaned down and kissed you gently, while you felt a delicate hand running fingers through your hair. You panted softly when Arthur pulled away, “You’re crazy.” Arthur chuckled, “Yeah, ain’t we all?” 

That was three months ago and you’ve been slowly warming up to the idea that maybe it was going to work out just like they said it would. Because of your work and the fact that Arthur was an actual king now, there wasn't much time to spend with Mera and Arthur. Until now, you’d never been on a proper date with them. But now Arthur and Mera were spending a couple weeks on land and they wanted to spoil you as much as possible before they had to return back to Atlantis for their royal duties. 

Arthur told you that he was going to pick you up with Mera at about seven and told you that you should dress comfortable. For the past hour or so, you’ve just been sat on your bed in your towel, staring at your closet as if the perfect outfit was just going to fly out of it. You finally got up and started raiding through your closet. The weather was a little warm so you didn't have to worry about covering up too much. It was so difficult to pick an outfit that looked like you hadn't spent hours thinking if it was too much, except that was exactly what you were doing. You sighed before giving up and going with your trust jeans and a low cut, long sleeved grey shirt. It was one of your favourite shirts, because even though it was kind of plain, it showed off just the right amount of cleavage for you. You put on your black, heeled ankle boots and put on your black leather jacket. 

When it came to make up, you had never been very adventurous with it so you just put on some eyeshadow, mascara and a little bit of lipgloss. You styled your hair just how you liked it and went downstairs to wait for the knock on your door. You didn't have to wait very long before you heard a couple sets of footprints on your porch and a familiar heavy knock on your door. You got up and walked to the door, opening it to see how they looked although you knew that they would look good. They always did, you found it the tiniest bit unfair at times.

Arthur let out a low whistle at the sight of you, “ Damn, mami, I’ve missed that ass.” Mera nudged Arthur aside so she could step forward and wrap her arms around your waist and place a soft kiss on your lips, “I missed you as well, though not just your ass.” You laughed and let them lead you out of your house and into Arthur’s car. You and Mera sat in the back, Mera didn't like having one of you in the back so she sat with you in the back, having no problem with leaving Arthur by himself in the front. 

Mera held your hand on her lap while Arthur was driving and she traced patterns into the back of your hand, “I’m glad we have you all to ourselves for these next two weeks, my love.” You smiled, “Well, it’s not like you have any competition to be worried about.” Mera smirked, “Of course not, because everyone knows you’re ours.” She leaned over and cupped your cheek with her other hand, pulling you close for a passionate kiss. Arthur glanced up at the driver’s mirror and grinned, “You girls starting without me? That’s not very fair.” Mera pulled away and licked her bottom lip that had your lipgloss on it, “I just couldn't help myself.” 

When the car stopped, you got out of the car and recognised the place as a bar you and Arthur used to visit frequently but you hadn't really had the time to visit lately. You’d missed the place. Arthur wrapped his arm around your waist and Mera intertwined your fingers with the hand on your other side, the three of you walking inside. The owner knew you and Arthur pretty well so he didn't really ask any questions about the three of you, just glad to see you both happy. You told Mera to go get a table for you three while you and Arthur got the drinks. 

Arthur stood with his arm around your waist still but you could feel his arm dropping lower and lower until his hand was openly groping your ass. You nudged him with your shoulder but he only smirked, “Hey, you cant expect me to keep my hands to myself when you wear those jeans.” Rolling your eyes, you pulled away from him to take yours and Mera’s drinks to your table, sitting next to Mera on one side and Arthur sat on the other side of Mera. That was, until Mera needed to go to the bathroom so you shifted and moved to sit next to Arthur and Mera sat on the other side of you when she came back. 

The three of you talked about random things, but mostly Mera wanted to know what each of you were like when you were younger. “Arthur was a little shit in all honesty. I don't know how I put up with you.” Arthur pretended to be offended but you felt his hand on your thigh, “Maybe that’s true, but if I wasn't a little shit, then I wouldn't be very good at scaring your boyfriends away.” You swatted at his hand but the smirk on his face told you that he had very little intentions of letting go. 

Mera smiled at the two of you and moved her chair closer to you, her hand going onto your other thigh. You bit your lip and looked down under the table where your saw both their hands slowly moving back and forth on your thighs, inching their way higher each time. “I really don't think this is the place to do this, you guys.” Arthur grinned, “That mean you have another place in mind?” Mera moved closer to press her chest against your arm, her other hand twirling a strand of your hair around her finger, “Forgive us for being a tad too excited, it’s been too long since we've seen you.” “It was only a few weeks,” Mera smiled, “Exactly.” 

You kept your attention on Mera, watching her bite her lip as she looked you up and down and you cleared your throat. You held both of their wrists before they could move their hands any higher, “Lets go then, my place.” You don't think you’ve seen Arthur willingly leave a place that serves alcohol so quickly but in this situation, you weren't complaining. The three of you go into Arthur’s car and as soon as the engine started, Mera was on you. She leaned in close to you and kissed you deeply until you broke away for air and she trailed kisses all over your neck. Your head was tilted back and you bit your bottom lip as you made eye contact with Arthur through the mirror, “That’s hot. Never thought I’d live this fantasy so soon.” Mera rolled her eyes, “Shut up Arthur. Drive quicker and you’ll get your turn.” 

You closed your eyes as you felt Mera’s hand slide under your shirt and cup your breast over your bra. Arthur cleared his throat, “Don't touch her ass, I get first dibs on that.” Mera mumbled against your neck, “No promises, she looks too irresistible right now.” You had just started to feel another hand tugging at the waistband of your jeans when you felt the car stop. You realised that you were outside your house so you were quick to get out and you were eagerly followed by Arthur and Mera. 

As soon as you closed the door behind you, you felt two strong hands at your waist and you were turned around and picked up. Arthur wrapped your legs around his hips as his hands went to grab your ass through your jeans, “Mm, you have no idea how long I've waited to get my hands on this ass.” “I got a pretty good idea, we going to the bedroom or what?” Arthur grinned as he carried you upstairs, Mera close behind, taking her clothes off on the way, “I thought you’d never ask.”

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A Damned Alcoholic

Arthur Curry x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1562 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Reader is Arthur’s best friend who’s always busting his balls for something. He’s always been in love with her, but doesn’t know how to tell her until he’s worried for her safety. 

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"You're a damned alcoholic" you yelled, calling out to Arthur from where you were standing, clearly enjoying yourself. Making fun of Arthur had been one of your favorite things to do since you were a teenager, and some things never change.

The man grinned, though it was hidden a bit by the roll of his eyes as he finished off his beer. You were his best friend in the entire world and had been for as long as he could remember but this had to have been the worst time for something like this. After everything he'd been going through with Bruce Wayne as of late, he was too preoccupied to entertain your antics.

"Very funny, what are you doing here?" he bellowed, hastening his steps to meet you quicker. He hadn't seen you in a few months because you had some business to attend to in Atlantis with Mera, that had taken you away from the surface where you normally hung out.

Your features had changed a bit in that time, but his favorite things about you stayed the same...thankfully. Your powerful build was hidden away from his gaze beneath a coat that you had zipped all the way to your chin. Arthur had to stifle the urge to laugh, you were so dramatic about the cold.

Hurriedly, he forced his eyes away from you, internally scolding himself for thinking about you like that. There was no way in the world you would ever reciprocate his feelings, so it was stupid for him to gawk at you. "Had to make sure your dumb ass was doing alright" you shrug, smirking at your own clever comeback, which wasn't all that clever to begin with.

"I'm surprised Mera doesn't have you working your ass off" he countered, taking the attention off of him once again. Damn you for making it so hard for him to concentrate, he had things he should be doing, instead of just staring you down like a predator.

You laughed, spinning around to show him your backside, even going as far to bend your back a bit. "I don't know, it's still there, right?" you checked, instantly bursting into a fit of giggles as he looked at you, unsure of how to react. "I'm only kidding, but Mera thinks something's wrong, there was an attack on Atlantis last night" your voice changed in that moment, a rare occasion where you would be serious.

The news didn't shock Arthur, that was what Bruce had been talking about when he tried to recruit him but what did startle him was the fact you had been in possible danger and he wasn't there to keep you out of harms way. "Were you safe? Nothing happened to you did it?" he asked, reaching out to turn you around again, looking you up and down as if scanning for any scraps or abrasions.

"Calm down Dad, I'm fine" you sighed, not understanding that his protective nature wasn't at all platonic, he was worried about you.

He was going to correct you but it wasn't worth it, all Arthur was sure of was that he wasn't letting you go back to Atlantis until he was sure it was safe. "Come on" he suggested, not even letting you in on what his little plan entailed. "Where are we going?" you asked, you had been planning on just going back into the sea, but he was headed further away from it.

"I need your help with something, it might have to do with whatever happened in Atlantis" he explained, searching for your hand between your bodies, using his newfound leverage to lead you away before you could fight him on it.

You had no idea what he was talking about but he promised to fill you in as soon as possible so you allowed the slight secrecy. For the entirety of your friendship, Arthur had never once done anything that could put you in harms way, except when he convinced you to put a leash on a tiger shark as kids, but that was besides the point.

If you were honest with yourself, you were glad he'd forced you to come with him. It had been far too long since you'd been together and you missed him. It wasn't because you had feelings for him...it wasn't, that absolutely wasn't what it was. You just missed your friend, because he was important to you.

Even if you did have feelings for Arthur, they could never be reciprocated. He and Mera'd had some unspoken chemistry all their lives and if he was going to be with someone from Atlantis, it would be her. You were positive of that, except of course, you were wrong.

"So this offer, is it legit? Are you going to do it?" came your question, the second he filled you in on what Bruce Wayne had offered him. It was the right thing to do, but he still hesitated. His three second hesitation told you all that you needed to know about what was going on in his head. "Who are you worried about?" This time he stopped, those vibrant eyes locked on your own as he tried to decipher what you meant.

You huffed, sometimes dealing with Arthur was more work than he was worth, luckily, you cared about him. "That's your worried face, so who are you worried about?" You clarified, thinking that maybe it was Mera. If he liked her, he should have felt comfortable enough to tell you about it.

All he did was look at you, his eyes blank as they flicked over each part of your face. The way he was looking at you, anyone else would have thought he'd never seen you before. It was odd, even for you knowing Arthur as well as you did. "What is it? Why are you looking at me like that? Is there something else going on?" you rambled, frightened that there was something wrong with him that he was scared to tell you about. Your mind instantly went to the worst case scenario, even though it was probably nothing near as bad.

"It's you, that's who I'm worried about" he muttered, his voice low as he tried his hardest to get the words out, though he didn't really want you to hear them. "These people aren't the most reliable and it's not safe in Atlantis for you, so you'll have to stay here with me, and I don't want them dragging you into it" he explained, shocking you with his honesty.

Arthur was the kind of person to keep his thoughts and feelings to himself, especially if they were considerably revealing or emotional. The idea that he was worrying so much about your well-being made your heart flutter, not that you could ever tell him that.

"I can take care of myself Art, trust me" you assured, brushing it off as best you could. It was easier than getting your hopes up that he cared about you beyond what you thought.

"You don't have to, I want to take care of you, I want to protect you-I always have" he interrupts, no wonder he had kept his feelings from you for so long, you didn't realize how much he really loved you, and he couldn't exactly come out and tell you. "You've been my best friend for as long as I can remember, and there's nothing I cherish more, but I don't want to drag you down" you shrug, you didn't want him getting hurt in a fight because he's too busy worrying about you either.

Before you even knew how to react, his lips smashed against your own, soft and harsh all at once. Arthur could be very blunt, so it only made sense that he kissed in the same way but not you. It wasn't supposed to be you, what was he thinking?

"I'm sorry, I know that was a lot, but there was no way for me to tell you, you wouldn't let me get a word in edge wise" he smirked, his breath fanning your face as he exhaled, still standing a millimeter away from you.

It was far to say that you were in a bit of a shock, having your best friend trying to make out with you, with no warning what so ever, was a little alarming. Instantly, Arthur took your shock as rejection, regretting everything in a moment. Had he just ruined years of friendship for a one-sided kiss?

"Look, I can find somewhere else for you lay low, don't worry" he started, turning away in embarrassment but before he could move too far away you grabbed him, pulling him back against you. The contrast of your two bodies was brilliant, his hard, chiseled muscle balanced nicely against each of your soft curves, which he kneaded and touched as you kissed, letting out years of frustration in one moment.

All the hesitance melted away, leaving nothing but pure passion in its wake and more importantly, love. Unlike anything you'd ever felt in your life for anyone else and it felt good, it felt right. "Hey Art?" you hummed, mumbling against his lips in perfectly on brand behavior. It was so like you to interrupt such an intense moment with a joke.

"I don't care if you're a damned alcoholic, I love your dumb ass"

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Aquaman!

I finally watched 'Aquaman'. And now I need a fanfic with Arthur Curry x plus size reader! So I went to my usual places to read fanfic (Fanfiction.net, archiveofourown.org, etc). And I couldn't find anything! So I'm gonna need some Arthur Curry x plus size reader/ofc fanfics stat!

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[stripper-patrick]

Third times a charm 🐠 Arthur Curry

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex (cover up your couch before she/he sits on it 😉), breeding (?)

This sucks sorry

Relationship: Arthur Curry x black plus sized reader

I’m swaying my hips as I make breakfast for my husband and the girls. I’m making my famous chocolate chip waffles.

“Mommy can you add extra chocolate chips in mine?” Arielle says

“Ok baby” I add more chocolate chips and cook them. I place bacon and a little bit on eggs on there and set their plates down to eat.

I hear the deep good morning come from Arthur who finally decided to wake up.

“Good morning Kailani Nalah and Arielle Moana” he kisses their cheek and comes over to me. It’s normal for him to call them by their first and middle names.

“Hey baby” I smile. He wraps his hand around my wide waist and kisses me. I’ve never felt confident in my body mainly because I wasn’t a size 2 but Arthur has really proved to me that my size 20 is just as perfect.

“What are we eating today” he looks me up and down and I roll my eyes

“Chocolate chip pancakes daddy” Mirabelle chirps taking a big bite. She gets chocolate all over her face and I wipe it for her.

“Yes” I smile

“I’ve been meaning to talk to you” he says rubbing my thigh

“Ok what is it?”

“I’ll wait until they leave” I nod.

We all sit down and eat and I head a knock on the door as I’m washing dishes

“Arthur can you get that please”

“Yea” He goes and opens the door and the girls cheer. My sister said she’d take the girls and her kids out swimming today. If the little one take anything after their father it’s his swimming ability.

“Hey Y/N” I peep my head out and smile.

“Hey”

“Ok are you ready girls”

“Yes” they say.

“Ok have fun thanks”

“No thank you” Arthur says “bye princesses I love you”

“Bye daddy bye mommy I love you” I yell back the same then I hear the door shut and I finish up with the dishes drying my hands

I hear Arthur’s heavy footsteps come into the kitchen. He leans on the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Baby” I look up and turn my entire body to him.

““I’ve been thinking we have Kailani Nalah and Arielle Moana” Arthur says. “how about we make a third?”

It’s crossed my mind more than once to have a third baby but I didn’t bring it up to Arthur cause I figured he was so busy.

“Really?”

“Yes” he smiles kissing me

“You’re ready for another Arthur?”

“Baby I’m ready for 30 more” he picks me up and sets me on the counter.

I hold him in a passionate kiss and he smiles in the kiss. Arthur takes off my underwear and shorts and I drop his.

“Take me please” I beg

“Yes ma’am” he swiftly slides into me and I moan.

Arthur rocks into me groaning as he buries his head in my chest.

“Arthur” I moan. You can hear skin slapping on skin and Arthur’s grunts.

My hands tangle in his long brown hair and he kisses and sucks on my neck.

“Your so sexy fuck I’m gonna fill you up”

“Please Arthur”

He juts into me harder my approach is coming quickly.

“I’m gonna come” I moan. He smiles and kisses me while I struggle to kiss back as my orgasm consumes me.

“Ugh” I moan

“That’s it darling” he moans as I feel his seed spill inside of me.

“Mmm fill me up Arthur” I moan

“Shit” he grunts thrusting out the last of his children.

He comes to a halt and we both stay there catching our breathe.

“Well hopefully in about 9 months I get my boy”

“I hope so too” I smile kissing him

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[regrettablewritings]

Arthur Curry x Shy!Reader HC

A/N: Uhh... Heehee...Hi. I’m not gonna pussyfoot, this thing is way overdue. But for anyone who vaguely remembers, I had an anniversary fanfic raffle thingy back in January and ... yeah this is the result. Many, much, and eternal kudos to @this-red-in-my-ledger for their infinite patience with me and my perfectionist brain, tendency to overthink, weird motivation schedules, and school and work schedule, etc. Words cannot express how flustered I am at how late this is. I hope its length proves to be able to compensate at least 5% of what you’d hoped for. ...Though if it’s too long (and it most definitely is), please regard me as a fool who never learns. Once again, thank you so much for your patience, you are an absolute doll!!!

Despite being a man mostly shrouded in mystery, Arthur Curry was not exactly what some may refer to as “demure.” Aloof, maybe. Cynical, definitely. Reluctant to interact with others without an arguable consequence, most assured. But absolutely none of this is out of shyness. In fact, it’d probably an actual fact to claim that Arthur had nary a shy molecule in his entire being.

A man of his size and appearance could never afford the characteristic of being shy, not ever. But a man of his background had insecurities to spare. Specifically, those stemming from a sense that he didn’t quite belong with either world he had been linked to the moment his human father managed to conceive a child with an Atlantean queen.

Making matters worse is the unspoken sense of duty he has towards either realm, with assuring that both remain as safe as possible from both one another and outsiders sticking their noses where they ought not to.

This lack of belonging gave way to a rebellious attitude, one that led the man to apparently decide that if he wasn’t going to be provided an allegiance to begin with, as most people do, then he wouldn’t accept any unless he gave them the okay. It was just better this way: To push away than to pull or be pulled in. It was very liberating, having that sort of control over his own circumstances . . . Or so Arthur professed.

Nevertheless, Arthur took advantage of the devil-may-care reputation (or perhaps lack thereof, given his inability to stick to one place for too long). He owned that sense of disconnect and renamed it freedom. And he would own that freedom: He would take what he wanted within reason, party up if the circumstances were right, and leave with the tide.

. . . And then there was you.

You were also on the more closed off side, but for very different reasons. You didn’t have the same insecurities brought on by a lack of fitting in as Arthur had: You were just flat out shy.

However, you were nothing if not also dutiful and hard-working. That was what made you ideal in the eyes of one Lucius Fox, whose trust in you was enough for him to recommend you to Bruce Wayne’s services as his more publicized assistant. Though, in your own self-deprecating words, you were more like a glorified babysitter of sorts: When Alfred couldn’t accompany Bruce for certain travels, you came in handy to assure that there was always some form of backup.

(“He would attempt to survive off a diet of alcohol and perhaps occasionally a steak if he could,” Alfred scoffed once. “Maybe chased with only two hours’ worth of sleep, perhaps.”)

With Bruce’s newfound interest in finding the metahumans featured in Lex’s files, your presence was needed now more than ever

You admittedly had your hesitancies and were more than allowed to voice them but at this point, you knew it was mostly hopeless: You hadn’t been with Bruce for too, too long, but you had at least known him long enough to know that once his mind was made, it would take the combined force of a Kryptonian and Amazonian to actually move it.

And so here you were, out in an isolated village in Iceland, the wind slapping your face sore while your ass pained from riding on a pony across the rugged terrain. Your loyalty knew some bounds; unfortunately, these weren’t quite the bounds that would send your loyalties running. (Plus, the job paid well.)

It was this follow-you-to-the-ends-of-my-loyalty mindset that made you follow Bruce down, down, down into what you surmised might have served as the village’s gathering hall. All eyes were on you and Bruce, of course, as the two of you were outsiders in a hamlet that couldn’t have had a population expanding beyond perhaps seventy – and that was you being generous.

You were really hoping that some of that generosity would be extended to you, though: Their eyes bore into you with mixtures of curiosity and suspicion. You didn’t blame them for it, but it certainly did nothing for you dislike of having so much attention casted upon you.

You felt almost ashamed as you stuck to Bruce as a duckling does to whatever they’ve imprinted upon. You only let up once a decent enough crowd had gathered, and Bruce attempted to speak with the denizens about the metahuman he’d come to potentially acquire the assistance of.

And that was how you first laid eyes on Arthur Curry. Not that you had much of a choice: He was taller than even Bruce for one thing. And if that weren’t enough, his naturally-tanned skin and glorious dark-and-sandy locks surely stood out against the small sea of pale faces topped with mostly blond hair.

It also didn’t hurt the situation (or your eyes) that that this man was certainly quite attractive even at a distance. Ruggedly handsome, but not in the same way some might consider your employer.

This man had a look about him that said he could easily swig Jack in one hand and swing fists in the other without breaking a sweat. (However, if his body was anything like you imagined it must be beneath that clumpy sweater and dingy coat, you wouldn’t have minded seeing a little perspiration on him.)

These features proved to be key in your determining that this striking man differed from the rest.

Unfortunately, so could your boss. This, along with his smart mouth, let to the long-haired beauty of a man promptly grabbing your boss by the collar and slamming him into a wall, an aura of primal aggression radiating from him all the way to the back of the room where you stood.

 In short, your first introduction to Arthur Curry was far less than ideal. You were downright intimidated by this man more than you already were by default of your own timid nature. When the two men left the hall to discuss the matter, you made sure to keep your distance. You knew Bruce could more than take care of himself alone, but you couldn’t trust this new guy for jack shit after that scuffle.

“That your assistant?” Arthur questioned, glancing back at you. Your distance did nothing to hide your tensing at his sudden regard. Bruce sighed, exasperation coating the visible puff of air. “…Yes,” he responded gruffly. Arthur nodded with approval. “Nice…” he murmured before looking back at Bruce. “She single?” Bruce’s eyes narrowed with exasperation as they rolled in their sockets. He wasn’t sure which annoyed him more: That Arthur was clearly trying to remain off topic, or that he was doing so by using you (and with such a lackadaisical manner, no less). “Can we please focus on the matter?”

Yes, but to less than ideal results.

You stood there, gobsmacked as you watched the tan man begin to strip down. At first, your thoughts encircled around the insanity of it all: You were in the ice-blistering realm of Scandinavia during a particularly freezing bout, this lunatic was about to catch a death of cold!

As you were beginning to question further Bruce’s credibility for attempting to recruit such an idiot, however, Arthur removed his shirt – and your tune was peeled away along with it.

With the way you felt your cheeks burning, you no longer noticed the biting cold. His body was far more than what you’d initially imagined it to be. But perhaps more startling than his finely-cut physique were his eyes: Like the ghosts of sunken ships, illuminated by the sheer will to survive. You’d never seen anything like them, and you highly doubt you ever would again.

They flickered in your direction once more, for a split second, before returning to Bruce. “You’re out of your mind, Bruce Wayne,” Arthur ridiculed, and his sights went back to you. You felt your heart leap ever so slightly as you watched him aim a nod at your person. He then flipped back into the water before torpedoing elsewhere, away for your boss’s ludicrous proposal.

That would’ve been the last you’d have seen of Arthur Curry, had it not been for Steppenwolf’s less than pleasant surprise visit to Atlantis.

The next time you saw Arthur, he wasn’t nearly as undressed as the last time you’d seen him. You experienced a very short-lived flicker of disappointment, overthrown by the concern with the reason as to why he’d even taken up the previously rejected offer of joining the team.

Also . . . Whatever he was wearing did look quite impressive on him. Almost draconian, yet doubtlessly born in the sea. Much like the man himself.

And, once again, Arthur was quite aware of your stares at him whenever you entered the area. When you came to the Batcave to serve Bruce and “his new friends” drinks or to bring down any equipment as requested by Alfred, you would always somehow manage to spar Arthur a glance.

Unfortunately, not much was exchanged beyond a simple “thank you” or “excuse me.” Even on Arthur’s end, he could barely get a flirtation in before he’d be ushered elsewhere or snapped at about losing focus by your employer. And you? Expecting your coyness to be put aside for one second just to speak to somebody of his stature was an order taller than the man himself. (Plus there was the whole “he’s only here because Steppenwolf got the Mother Boxes and was preparing to bring about the Earth’s reckoning” but, you know, what can you do?)

Which was a shame: From what you were able to conclude from what few and often distant interactions you’d had or were able to observe, Arthur wasn’t as bad of a guy as he’d made himself out to be back in Iceland.

Back in the village, he was cold and gruff, exuding an air that said he was constantly ready to knock somebody’s teeth in over the smallest slight no matter how unintentional. But here? More laidback, still somewhat intimidating, but in the same way as a fellow who hung out at the local tattoo parlor and made small talk with the artists and customers but otherwise caused no real trouble.

Plus, his wiseass comments toward Bruce even managed to crack a smile out of you – something which he made note of and couldn’t help but muster pride from.

All things considered, the pleasant relief that he wasn’t as bad as you’d thought managed to relax the nerves you’d accumulated since you first laid eyes on him. It almost made you forget that you were on the verge of the end of the world. Almost.

Things were being received surprisingly well on Arthur’s end, also.

While you admittedly weren’t the type he usually found himself drawn to (which must be noted was essentially closer to a female version of himself), your more introverted nature still had its charms.

For what it was worth, he initially read your timid nature as one of a “stone-cold bitch” in the most respectful sense: The image of the aloof, perpetually unimpressed career woman who took no shit from her male coworkers (or, in this case, employers), and who always had an acerbic comment waiting to drip off her tongue if pushed beyond a limit she had personally set. Basically, his expectation of you in your “natural habitat” had been formulated through what he’d seen on TV or in movies.

Regardless of whether you truly did have anything to snap with, however, this proved to not be case exactly.

He quickly noticed that your quiet, withdrawn attitude wasn’t one of disinterest as he assumed anyone working for the likes of Bruce Wayne would be in possession of. In fact, on the contrary, you seemed quite interested in the matters at hand. He could see it in the little things: The ways you might lean in somewhat whenever Bruce brought up a diagram or whenever Victor brought forward new information; the occasion where you would tap Bruce’s shoulder, prompting him to lean towards you so that you might show him whatever it was you had pulled up on a tablet that might service the cause; that glimmer in your eyes that Arthur had managed to catch sight of during the very, very few moments he was just close enough and you simultaneously dared to look up at him.

The first time he’d seen it, he thought it might have been a fluke or the trick of lighting. Maybe he’d mistaken it for a desperation to leave, call the rest of the night off, and spend what may be your last night of existence binging Netflix and pizza at home.

But the second time he’d caught it, Arthur knew what he saw: Dedication, a yearning to be a part of this to a bigger extent than what you already were. But on that note . . .

He did also capture some nerves in your glances: Ones that, in spite of your eagerness to help, also seemed to want you to hide behind a one-way mirror and pitch in without the possibility of sounding clueless or out of line. In short: You weren’t this stone-cold bitch who would, without hesitation, necessarily break a man’s balls beneath her heels – you were just a bashful ball of nerves, and not in the nervy sense of being emboldened enough to look him dead in the eyes!

Not at all the type he usually found himself looking at. In fact, it was the brash, almost bullyish part of him that was beginning to coax him into teasing you a little bit, maybe riling you up.

And yet . . . He liked for someone of such an introverted manner, you seemed to have a lot more going on than what he’d initially thought. Almost like an oyster, if he could be pardoned for the clumsy comparison.

After witnessing the smiles you would occasionally share with Diana, the ever-present, underlying flame of determination that flickered as you helped to prepare the team for what was to come . . . Arthur Curry couldn’t help but wonder what more there was to you. What lay deep in your depths, beneath the seemingly one-note surface?

Plus, let’s be real: he had totally been checking out your ass every chance he got. The weather-proof gear he’d seen you in back in Iceland did absolutely no justice to your figure. He was quite pleased with what lay beneath all those goose down wears.

As you watched the team depart for Russia, you couldn’t help but feel your stomach drop into a low, dirty pit. There was no guarantee that anything would work into anyone’s favor, but you forced yourself to keep a calm countenance as you followed Alfred back into the labs. There was no use in worrying; all you could do was hope for the best. In the meantime, it would do some good to help monitor Bruce’s mechanisms.

Still, you found yourself considering the weight in your stomach, that sickening twist that twanged almost nauseatingly when you regarded what its source was: The regret of not having actually spoken more extensively with Arthur.

You found it weird that you were feeling so much over someone you’d barely met. Sure, the version of him that had been here not even a full hour earlier was a complete upgrade from the one you’d met less than a week ago. But still, it seemed odd of you to put that much weight in not having talked with the nearly complete stranger.

“Well,” a voice in your head thought, “isn’t that more reason to have gotten to know him better?”

You blinked at the intrusive thought.

You were unable to stop your thought process from forming its next declaration: “If they survive this, I’m going to overcome this shyness and actually freaking attempt to talk more with Arthur Curry.”

Meanwhile, on the Flying Fox, Arthur Curry was glowering: Diana had left that stupid lasso laying all will-nilly, and he’d been its unfortunate victim. At this point, he’d made an ass of himself by light-way insulting all the males onboard, flirting with its one member of the fairer sex, and then going back to Bruce to say, “ – and you know what? I don’t wanna die! I’m young, there’s shit that I wanna do – like Bruce’s hot assistant.” Bruce’s eyes hardened, befuddled at the crudeness. And yet, he couldn’t stop himself. “Don’t gimme that look, I know you’ve seen her. Look, man, if I survive this, I’m asking her out, sorry that you missed your shot but – ”

By the time he’d realized the extent of what he’d said, the damage had been done. He scowled as he tossed the Amazon the Lasso of Hestia and threatened Barry to keep his silence of the series of revelations before storming off, face burning. He trusted the other three members to hold some semblance of maturity on the matter and never bring any aspects of it back up.

He’d put too much faith into the one who was the most mature of them all.

“I look forward to you keeping your promise,” Diana smiled, almost tauntingly.

Arthur Curry sat onboard the flying transport. Against all odds, they had won, and now they were en route to Gotham, where he’d left his more comfortable clothes, where a nice, hot shower was, where a place to crash (courtesy of Bruce’s hotel connections) was, and where –

His pale eyes widened in spite of their owner’s exhaustion. Shit. Shit.

Gotham was also where you were: single, shy, giving off no hints as to whether you were ready to mingle, much less with the likes of him.

Your heart was beating so fast, you thought you were about to vomit it up. Sure, you’d told yourself you were going to attempt to talk with Arthur if he got back. But if you were being honest, you were sort of hoping it’d be after a buffer of time where he would be recuperating from the battle and you would be prepping yourself to actually speak with the rugged man. That, and you were really thrown off by the fact that not ten minutes after he’d gotten off the Flying Fox, he had marched straight up to you. He hadn’t even changed out of his war gear, arguably adding to his threatening appearance.

And yet, everything he said and the manner with which he said them seemed to work against his daunting form.

“I uh…I honestly didn’t think this would wind up happening. To be honest,” he coughed, hand scratching at the back of his wavy locks. He was even less like the man you’d met in Scandinavia than before.

“Uh . . . Listen.” He steadied his eyes on you, causing you to tense somewhat visibly. “I know we haven’t . . .” he lazily gestured his hand in a rolling motion “—talked. Formally, I mean. But I kinda made a promise sorta thing and . . . Okay, look, I think you’re really hot in a sorta sexy secretary kinda way but also I think it’s kinda cute that you always wanna help and all and sorry for being fresh but you’ve also got this real sweet caboose on ya and I just – ”

He froze. You weren’t sure if it was because you possibly had a rejecting expression (really, all you knew about your face right now was that it was blazing with blush and that your eyes were wider than usual), or if he’d considered the possibility that he’d gone too far with the blunt statement about your ass. However, as he glanced down and grimaced, you found your answer: There, wrapped around his lower thigh just enough for impact, was a shining lasso, the rest of which trailed away from the two of you. Its end was found, wrapped around the hands of one grinning Diana.

Well shit.

After forcing himself to calm down from the huffiness left from removing the lasso, Arthur cut to the chase: “So anyway, I was wondering if maybe you’d like to get a drink with me? Or something?” At that last bit, you could’ve sworn you could make out a very specific type of infliction. It was a very familiar one to you because it had been the same kind that plagued you your entire life: One of shyness.

Arthur noticed it as well and inwardly cringed. His alpha male persona? Ruined by the slip of a tone.

But for you? It was just what you needed to feel encouraged to look into those strange eyes of his and actually respond.

“Well…,” you began, if not a bit quiet and trembly (after all, you weren’t completely removed of your nerves), “I’m not sure if a bar is exactly the greatest first place to get to know one another.” You quickly added ad you watched his shoulders begin t slump, “Buuuuttt…maybe I could have a certain somebody pull a few strings; get us a nice place to ourselves?”

Two things then happened that pleased either party: Your eyes replicated that twinkle of interest that had him intrigued before; and he smiled a genuine smile. It was a very nice one, if you said so yourself.

Nobody honestly expected the relationship to go entirely too well, save for Diana. Arthur is brash and gung-ho and while the team now knows he’s capable of a softer side, his demands that they never bring it up again honestly make them hesitant to trust in his ability to show that part of himself to you.

Your shyness, coupled with your sensitivity, mean that he’s going to have to at least try and tone it down a bit; you’re at a 4 or 5 at best! – and he’s at an 11 when you need him closer to maybe a 7.

Bruce, against his initial intentions, sort of goes into Papa Wolf mode where he lightly threatens to mess Arthur up if he puts you out of your comfort zone

What can we say? Bruce has some paternal traits kicking around in him.

Still, he prepares himself for the worst when the day finally comes. To his surprise, however you don’t call him in hysterics, ranting about what a jackass his unrulier teammate is. You don’t call off the next day due to a rage-drinking-induced hangover, or even from one caused by you feeling pressured to keep taking shots.

Instead, you arrive at work practically glowing.

To everyone’s surprise, Arthur isn’t too bad of a boyfriend for you.

Okay, he’s actually just flat out not a bad boyfriend period.

His intense demeanor makes it so that nobody dares mess with you when you go for walks downtown; his sense of humor surprisingly tickles you, and he finds yours to be appealing in its own right. He knows you struggle with speaking to others, even if you need help, so he has no problem with stepping in and making sure that you get what you need and that nobody takes advantage of your demure mannerisms.

Plus, to everyone’s surprise (including his own), he likes talking with you. That interest in your unintentional enigma never went away: he wants to crack you open, see what pearls of intrigue lay within you that you don’t generally bring to surface for everyone. He feels honored to be the one with the most potential to see all of it.

(Though, to be brutally honest, he’s still going to tease you about certain aspects of yours. Maybe lightheartedly, but nevertheless with frequent vengeance. Calling him Fishcakes tends to get him to back off for a little bit, though.)

Unfortunately, due to his commitments (as a hero, as a ruler, etc), he can’t always be there. But he tries his damndest to make it up to you whenever he’s back in town.

Dates between the two of you are kinda compromised.

Arthur isn’t used to having a long-term relationship, so dates with actual meaning are a bit wobbly for him. Honestly, given his history, a “date” usually meant going to a bar, him and the girl he’s with getting hammered, and getting frisky.

Maybe they’d try it again another time, but nothing serious ever came of it because it was made from nothing serious.

Bars – at least the dives he’s used to – aren’t necessarily your scene, though. So he has to get a little creative.

He’s learned to swallow his insults aimed at museums and bookstores because if it means seeing you smile, then it ain’t all that bad, is it?

You’re still gonna buy him, like, three cheeseburgers after this, though, make no mistake.

Besides, picnics in the park have their pros: For one, it gives him an excuse to put his head in your lap and demand you scratch his scalp for a bit while he takes it easy,

The two of you don’t really go to the aquarium, though; it makes him feel a little anxious to see all these aquatic creatures contained.

Plus, he’s heard what some of them are thinking and it’s generally not good

He enjoys taking you to places with “good water.” As in “nowhere near the shithole that is Gotham or the arguably polished turd that is Metropolis.”

If you’re up to it, he’ll happily create a pocket of air for the two of you and speed the both of you to clearer ocean waters. (Don’t worry, he’ll hold you nice and tight, nothing to worry about.)

If this man can get a date with you at a beach, he’s one happy fellow. He’s totally in his element and is in the perfect environment where he can show off not only his body, but his abilities.

Even if you just want to keep it simple and build sandcastles or collect seashells, he’s going to find ways of showing off: He’ll manipulate the tide a smidge to keep it from coming in and ruining your hard work, or he’ll request his aquatic friends to make scooch some pretty shells or any available sea glass close enough to the shoreline that the tide will do the rest.

You may roll your eyes at this, but you do eventually thank him for it after every time. After all, you now possess a mighty fine bowl full of gorgeous shells and soft, rounded pieces of green glass because of his efforts.

He enjoys trying to find ways to get you to open up a bit more.

It’s not that he finds your shyness annoying or necessarily a hindrance, far from it: he enjoys that your modesty sort of creates a series of slides for him to try and pull back, creating layers upon layers of new things to learn and love about you.

But, as mentioned before, he can’t always be there: He doesn’t like the idea of you becoming too reliant on his boisterous behavior and getting taken advantage of during one of the instances where he isn’t present.

“M’kay, so you’re at a bar – ” “Lies, slander, libel, misinterpretation of character – ” “Fine,” he says through gritted teeth. “You’re at the ice cream parlor – shut it, you had your chance – and some, I dunno, punk who frequents the sodie fountain comes up to you and starts causing you trouble. What do we do?” “Tell him to please leave me be, I’m trying to enjoy my sundae.” “Mhm, or?” “If he’s persistent, call management.” “Good, and what else?” “Well, jeez, Arthur, do you want me to break a milkshake glass on the counter and use it as a shiv!?” “Noooooo: You could always say, ‘Piss off or else my big, scary boyfriend’s gonna come and shove a piranha down your dick.’” “What the – I’m not saying that!” “Not now, you’re not, but by the end of our training, you’ll be saying all kinds of tough guy and gal things!”

It’s . . . a work in progress.

He loves it when you blush. Even if you have dark skin, he’s picked up on cues that hint that your face is on fire.

He’s more observant than he lets in on, but trust me: he knows how to read you after getting to know you. He can see that way you smile or that certain way your eyes may flicker or whatever may have you and instantly know that roses are blooming in your cheeks.

“Aaaawww, is Babygirl feelin’ sheepish?” “Shut up, you big fool.”

Now, when it comes to the more . . . physical side of the relationship, he struggles with taking it slow

Not to knock on you, but Arthur’s rather used to women throwing themselves at him. Hell, he’s had at least two women wrap their legs around his waist in the same evening he’d taken them out on their first (and often only) date.

It’s because he’s used to, well, bolder types of women.

Honestly, he struggles for a good while: He’s not going to force you to do anything you don’t feel comfortable with, not ever, but he’d be lying if he said it was easy to not think about smashing his lips against yours and pinning you to a wall (preferably around Bruce’s place) and mark you up with hickies and possibly other, more personal things.

However, this change of pacing in a relationship, coupled with the fact that this is his first long-term one, does the man good: It teaches him more patience and consideration.

He even begins to enjoy the softer, sweeter things that he’d previously scoffed at as being “too vanilla”, such as kisses to the forehead or hand-holding.

Still, he does get strong makeout hankerings. (If you appease him, he’s more than grateful every time.)

That being said, if and/or when you do start to feel a bit braver about venturing further into the realm of intimacy, you still may possess some insecurities.

You’re no fool – you know what sort of man you have on your hands. You don’t need to look to the sides or behind you when the two of you walk somewhere to know that he’s being checked out by at least three people. He’s practically a demigod species-wise, and still remarkably attractive from the viewpoint of him being a normal human.

Even though you try not to, you can’t help but let some worries slip through the cracks: Maybe you’re just an appetizer to hold him over until he lands his sights on a more “fulfilling” meal; maybe you’re too plain for him (you know that that’s what goes through the minds of many gawkers); maybe you should show more skin . . .

But worry not: Cliché as it may sound, Arthur very much likes you the way you are. If you’re comfortable with you, then he’s comfortable with you. In fact, it makes him admire you even harder because it shows you’ve managed to do something he still struggles with: Being comfortable with his own self.

He finds it very sexy when you think you look nice in an outfit or when you take even the tiniest step out of your comfort zone to try a new look or accessory, and will honestly struggle all the more with keeping his hands or lips to himself.

But once you give him the okay, he’s all over that: Hands squeezing that ass he loves so much, kisses below the neck, utterances of flirtations ranging from PG to downright dirty.

If you gather up the guts to move even further or just flat out hit a homerun, it becomes a guidebook in itself.

Protip: One of the sexiest things you can do? Simply where one of his shirts, which is oversized on you thanks to his massive height. It doesn’t have to be wet, but it sure isn’t a problem in his eyes.

Cuddles. The boy is a slut for cuddles no matter what he tells you. Arthur may not necessarily be touch-starved, but he’s definitely bankrupt on accumulated touches of affection. His loner attitude always made it difficult for him to receive that sort of thing, especially since nobody he went out with was ever in the picture for too long. So when it hits him that in this relationship, such a thing is not only possible but welcome, he can’t help but feel a well of excitement brewing within him.

You in his lap, you by his side, you with your head on his chest, traditional spooning, you with your head on his lap or vice-versa, him lying down with you on his back, him sitting on the floor between your legs or the opposite, his loves it all!

The problem is, he won’t even admit this to you. But he tries to be sneaky about getting what he wants.

“What’s the matter?” “Hm? Nothing.” “Really? You look sad; you need me to cuddle you?” “What? I mean, it’d be nice but I’m not really –” He sighs, as if exasperated, “Can’t be helped; c’mere.” You aren’t given much time to object as you find yourself being collected into his warm, muscular embrace.

Sometimes, however . . . he slips up. And by that, I mean he’ll “happen” to slip into bed or onto the couch next to you in a way that presents himself as the little spoon.

Actually, of all the ways he likes to cuddle, jetpacking may be his favorite. Unfortunately, unless you think enough about it, you’d probably not notice it until later in the relationship due to how rarely he lets it happen. But it makes perfect sense otherwise: He’s so used to everybody having expectations for him. He’s so used to feeling obligated to do all these things for worlds he doesn’t necessarily feel the strongest connection with. Going off of that, there was the life-long sense of not being completely bound to either existence, creating insecurities galore.

Sure, he’s started to take the steps in the right direction but it’s still very hard, especially since those steps are accompanied with the extra weight of him now being a member of something bigger: An appointed rule of Atlantis, a balance-keeper between the land and the sea, a member of an actual team . . .

You don’t need to be told that it’s frustrating. You truly do commend him for taking it as well as he is.

But obviously, it takes its toll on the guy more often than he’d let his teammates in on, so it often times falls on you to help him cope.

Interestingly, this honestly seems to be the most he lets you do. Or rather, the most that even needs to be done at all.

But the fact of the matter is, you’ve come to love this position as well.

Because it allows you to feel like the brave and strong one in the relationship, just like how you suspect Arthur must feel much of the time. The way Arthur constantly wants you to feel, not so that he doesn’t have to try as hard at being a boyfriend to a person so different from him, but because he wants the best for you and doesn’t want the world to hurt you or make you feel out of place for who you are. Of course, he doesn’t want you to change, but he does want you to recognize the inner-strength you have, the inner-strength he sometimes worries you forget about amidst your worries and own frustrations.

But for the meantime, this will do: With your big, brash aquatic boyfriend allowing himself to feel delicate, and your usually quiet and shy self, feeling brave and protective.

It surprisingly works, this weird little world the two of you have created together. You both find that you fit into it together quite perfectly.

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I don’t have a request but I’d just like to ask, how long is your list? It seems like you have a lot so I’m curious. Have a lovely day x

hello there anon, um by list do u mean like list of requests? i hope so lol if not pls ask me again so i can give u the correct response. 

any who the list of request that i have so far is:

billy hargrove x plus size! reader (stranger things)

a continuation of a neil melendez x autistic! reader (the good doctor)

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Hi! Could you do an Arthur Curry headcanon where the reader is his gf and is human and fat? Thanks 😊

Arthur x plus size reader? I can do that, I’ll add it to to my to-write list! :) 

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Hi! Can I have a Arthur curry x Australian shy plus size reader fic where they are best friends (but secretly love each other duhh) and reader is in a depressive episode/ anxious episode because she believes no one loves them. She isolated herself and Arthur goes to find her. Confessions ensue etc. hopefully this is not to cheesy for you XD I rly like your writing!

I don’t feel comfortable writing things like this (the depressive episode, the isolation, belief that no one is there). I’m finally in a good place and I don’t want to write anything that could change that. 

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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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my brain expanded! so arthur curry x latina (puerto rican specifically if possible) reader. arthur gets jealous of bruce and victor for hogging his s/o, but in reality shes teaching bruce spanish and laughing at his mistakes, then saying its okay, and victor wants to know the history from an actual person and not a computer an he kinda just marvels at her

Sorry for the late reply, writer’s block hit me hard 😒

Aquaman being a little jealous brat includes:

 -Him not knowing that you’re teaching Bruce and Victor Spanish

 -Him always letting out soft annoyed groans whenever he hears you talking to them

 -Them listening to every word leaving your mouth and even noting things down, eager to learn another language for fun

 -You loving being the Spanish teacher, feeling proud to be bilingual

 -Arthur always trying to smoothly get you away from Bruce and Victor but you not catching on

 -Them starting to go a little over the top with following you around or even calling you up at the most ungodly hours of the day just to know the definition of a Spanish word

 -It slowly starting to annoy you too but you’re almost done teaching everything you know

 -Arthur still thinking that Bruce and Victor actually are trying to sweep you off your feet

 -Him slowly becoming insecure

 -His insecurities getting the best of him which results in him slowly being rude and snappy towards his team mates

 -Them being confused because Aquaman is known for being the sunshine, lifting everyone’s spirit when they feel down, even when he tries to hide his kindness behind his smart tongue and cool looks

 -You finally acknowledging the situation and finding your boo wrapped in the bed sheets and sulking like a baby

 -You joining him and embracing softly, kissing him and letting him know that you only love him and that your duties as Bruce’s Spanish teacher are over

 -Arthur feeling stupid for jumping to stupid conclusions and then sharing a sweet kiss with you

 -Him then apologizing to his teammates for his snappy behavior

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Trust

Arthur Curry x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1177 words

Warnings: none 

Summary: Reader is scared of the water, but her BF Aquaman isn’t having it, so he wants to help her get over her fear so he can take her to see his home 

(I was really tempted to title this piece ‘Fuck the Ocean’ but decided against it)

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Atlantis was full of thousands of beautiful woman, legends were chalk-full of stories about their beauty and grace. You had neither beauty nor grace but somehow, Arthur liked you. Hell, he more than liked you, he had plans to make you his bride one day, the only problem was...you and the ocean didn't exactly get along.

There was no longstanding trauma that kept you from the sea, no terrible accident leaving you an orphan or near death experience. You just hated the water, there were just too many things that could go wrong, not to mention the creatures that lived there. Sharks wanted to bite off your legs and there was an almost constant threat of seaweed wrapping around your ankles.

Your boyfriend couldn't have been beach-man or relatively-warm-weather man, no he was Aquaman which meant you weren't getting away from the ocean anytime still.

"I don't understand, do you really think I'd let you drown?" he asked, staring up at you from his place in the lagoon. You had chosen to say safely perched on the dock, wrapped up in your fur coat which shielded you from the cool air. You weren't really sure how to answer his question, he wouldn't purposefully let you drown, but accidents happen and the water was unpredictable at best. "Of course not, but-" you started but he stopped you before you could continue.

"I will not let anything happen to you" he promised, riding one of his hand crafted waves all the way to your side, not bothering to stop until he was standing just above you. "Do you believe that?" he hummed, his followed up question just as hard to answer as the first. His large hands found their way to your hair, running his fingers through each soft strand.

You allowed your head to fall back against his thighs from where he was kneeling behind you, finding his gaze with your own. "I do" you allowed, slowly, though you let it happen eventually. Arthur hummed, trying his hardest to get through to you though he knew better than anyone that you were too stubborn for that.

He wanted nothing more than to take you to his home and show you everything Atlantis had to offer but he couldn't do that if you refused to even get in the pool. "Then let me prove it to you, we'll go slowly" His voice was quiet but reassuring, which helped you feel a little bit better about where this was going. Never would Arthur push you to do something you weren't ready to do but with this kind of fear, you had to do it to get over it. You couldn't just talk your way out of a fear of drowning.

There was a long list of things you'd rather do, a very long list but once you met his eyes, you knew he was telling the truth. He wasn't going to let anything happen to you,and you were just going to have to trust that if you ever wanted to be a part of Arthur's life-his other life. Arthur did plenty of things he didn't want to just for your happiness so you could make this sacrifice for him just this once.

Your answer came as only a nod, slight but consent enough for Arthur. He wasn't lying when he said he would go slowly. He jumped down into the shallowest part of the lagoon, his wet fingers dancing along the exposed part of your calves. His touch was meant to relax you but instead it only put you more on edge. It wasn't him more so than the idea of what you were about to do though, that much was clear.

"Breathe, and trust me" he reminded, his hands finding your hips softly. Arthur gingerly lowered you into the water, never once removing his hold on you. You tensed instantly, thinking through all the things that could go wrong. There were a million things working all at once just so the ocean could exist, and there was no way in the world he could control them all. You didn't want to but did as he suggested anyway, letting his warm voice bathe your ears.

The more you focused on him, the less frightening the water became. It helped that he calmed the ocean just for you, making sure that not even a ripple was going to startle you.

"What do you think? Not so bad after all huh?" he teased, wrapping his beefy arm around your back, securing your thighs to his hips on either side. It was just better that you get used to the water for a while before trying to experience it all.

It wasn't all that bad if you were being honest, it was sort of carefree and relaxed while still being reliable, kind of like Arthur himself. "It's nice-But don't let go" you begged, frightened for a second that he would take your non-refusal as allowance. Arthur knew you better than that, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your throat.

You knew what he was doing, he was trying to get you to associate the ocean with how much you loved him and if he kept it up, it was going to work. His kisses kept migrating, up your jugular all the way to your jaw until he found your lips. You kissed back for a bit, entertaining his little ploy to see if there was some truth to it.

All you found out was that kissing your boyfriend was just as good in the water as on land, but you never really felt the need to test that.

"That was a clever little plot Arthur" You teased, hesitating just a little bit as you tried your hardest to relax your body. You were still very afraid of where you were, but talking to him was helping. "I don't know what you're talking about, I'm not doing anything" he shrugged, pressing a second kiss to your lips lightly.

In that moment, every bit of your hesitance and insecurity melted away. The two of you always had such a good time together that it was hard to be focused on anything else. "You're lucky I love you so much" your voice was light and airy, preoccupying you to the point that you didn't realize Arthur had let you go, allowing you to float  on the gentle waves he'd created just for you.

The second you realized, you tensed, your hands feverishly searching for something to grab onto. "How could you do that!" you yelled, throwing your arms around his neck to get a hold of yourself. You trusted that he wasn't going to let you go, and he'd just went and done it.

However, just as he'd predicted, you quickly realized that you'd actually done it! You'd been floating all by yourself in the ocean. And while it was true you had a lot of practice ahead of you before you could visit Atlantis, Arthur had you on the right track to getting there.

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Fake It Till You Make It

Arthur Curry x plus size reader

Never pair two borderline insane superheroes together on a mission.

Warnings: black eyes, some injuries, fluff, fake marriage

WC: 716

Minors DNI

Picking up strange undercover missions was your specialty. You couldn’t even count the number of times you had to wear some crazy disguise and sneak into a drug running ring or a mobster dinner party. You have been in outfits ranging from heels taller than your will to live, covered in makeup and wearing jewels worth more than your life, to oil stained coveralls who had last been owned by Superman himself.

But this, this tops the lot. 

“Let me get this straight, you want me to pretend to be married to Aquaman so we can infiltrate a wildlife sanctuary which has been using great white sharks to smuggle drugs and guns over international borders.” Batman’s face remained stoic, as always.

“Yes.”

“And you actually expect this to work.”

“Yes.”

“Fuck, fine I guess. I’ll do it but I expect appropriate compensation.”

“You can’t drive the batmobile.”

“Five minutes.”

“No.”

“I sit in the passenger seat and you drive but I pick the music.”

“…..Fine.”

“Hell yeah! I guess the only thing left to do is to actually meet this fish man.” His eyes narrowed at you from behind his cowl.

“Don’t call him fish man.” You rolled your eyes and huffed.

“Jesus Christ, old man. Lighten up a bit.” His scowl deepened. But before he could reprimand you, there came a mighty yell from down the hall, causing both of you to turn and look at the source. A man, who could only be described as a giant, was barrelling down the corridor, long curly hair flowing behind him wildly as he ran. He was topless, which you greatly appreciated, considering the fact that he was built like a linebacker with tattoos covering every inch of his copper skin.

“Wifey!” And the next thing you knew, his broad shoulder was firmly planted in your soft stomach and you were moving backwards. Your back met the cold floor of the tower and a huge weight settled on top of you. It took you a second to realise what had happened.

“Did you just rugby tackle me?” His head tilted as if to say ‘duh’. He straddled your plump thighs, keeping you pinned to the ground, his hands were planted firmly by your head. Dark curls framed his face as he leaned forward, your noses almost brushing.

“Hi there wifey.” And he smiled brightly. Maybe this mission wouldn’t be too bad.

——————

You were soaked from head to toe, one eye swollen shut from a particularly good punch, your body completely sore from running and a chill that settled on your bones. Arthur wasn’t much better off than you; a few cuts along his arms and stomach, a dark bruise on his jaw.

But you were both smiling widely, still holding hands, your wedding bands glittering in the low light of the batplane.

Batman looked thoroughly exhausted. “What do you mean you’re married for real?”

Arthur shrugged. “We had to make it believable.” You nodded, backing up his point.

“He’s right, we would’ve been caught otherwise.”

“That’s what the forged documents are for!” You glanced at your counterpart, both of you trembled trying to contain your laughter.

“But those are fake, you could tell that from a mile away.”

“So your solution was to get legally married?!” 

“Yep.” “Pretty much.” You spoke at the same time. The older hero collapsed into one of the many seats on the plane, rubbing at his temples.

“I’ll have Alfred draw up the paperwork to get your marriage annulled.”

“No can do pal!” Bruce glanced at Aquaman, already dreading what was about to come out of his mouth next. “We’re married in Atlantean culture too and divorce is not an option.” 

Bruce sat there for a moment, his mouth opening and closing like a fish as his brain attempted to comprehend the sheer stupidity of the two people in front of him. And yet, he could only blame himself. Then, he said something he thought he would never have to say: “I should’ve listened to Superman.”

“Yeah you really should have.” You agreed, giving Arthur’s large hand a squeeze as you glanced up at him. “But hey! Now we’re permanent partners and we work really well together!”

“You blew up the wildlife sanctuary.”

“We got all of the animals out first!”

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Small Town Summer Days

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Summer brings hot weather, which means days lounging by the pool, tiny swimsuits and sundresses

Warnings: Billy is hornee lol, vague mentions of bullying and fatphobia, mutual pining, sexual tension, implied smut

WC: 995

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Billy knows that he should look away from her, that it was dangerous to stare at her. Because if he stared for too long, she’d notice. And if she noticed then she would smile. And if she smiled, Billy doubted he would ever be able to dig himself out of this hole he found himself in.

But to look away meant that he wouldn’t be able to see her anymore. He wouldn’t be able to watch as she leaned back into the pool chair, her overly curvy body on display behind a criminally tiny bikini as she read that dumb book Nancy had given her. And if he couldn’t witness that site anymore, then what was even the point of being a lifeguard at this shitty small town pool. 

She was the sweet girl in his grade, the quiet one who had instantly caught his attention when he strutted into math on his first day. She was bigger than the other girls who threw themselves at him, sure, but he did always enjoy women with a bit more meat on their bones, he knew they could handle him real well. And she was shy, so very shy. She got flustered when he said her name. By the time December had rolled around, Billy was already playing around with the idea of how his last name would sound after her first.

That’s how he justified not sleeping with her, she was just too damn innocent and he was too damn deep already. No matter how badly he wanted to corrupt her, he didn’t want to break his own heart when she would inevitably figure out what a bastard he was. But she was making it very difficult for him.

She showed up every day about an hour into his shift, a small tote bag on her shoulder, a floppy hat on her head, and the shortest, sluttiest sundresses he had ever seen covering her large body. The hem always landed in just a way that he could see the seam of where her plump ass met her thighs whenever she bent over. It was a far cry from her normal school wear (which he also found very attractive) and Billy couldn’t help but be thankful for the blistering heat.

Her routine was always the same: claim her chair (usually the one directly across from the life-guard tower), lay out her towel, slip whatever dress she was wearing over her head and carefully store it in her bag, lather up her perfect skin with sunscreen, and then settle down to read for a few hours. Occasionally, she would slip into the chlorinated water with a graceful dive and emerge on the shallow end like a Bond girl stepping from the surf in one of those spy movies. He loved those days, they were his absolute favourite.

His other favourite days happened to be whenever she would wear her purple swimsuit. Somehow it made her skin glow in the Indiana sun. Plus it helped that it was her tiniest swimsuit and it showed off everything.

His blue eyes were so firmly fixed on the way the lilac bikini top stretched over the soft fat of her tits that he didn’t notice the fact that her book was now forgotten beside her and her heart-shaped sunglasses rested at the tip of her nose. But he did see how her nipples pebbled under the thin fabric and goosebumps exploded all over her skin like a cold wind had washed over her. 

“Fuck me.” He groaned under his breath, his already small swim shorts getting even smaller. 

Billy’s firm gaze was not unfamiliar to her, in fact, he had been glaring her way since the first time he waltzed into Hawkins High. He, like everyone else, seemed to find her infinitely fascinating in the worst way. But unlike the others who had tormented her throughout her school years, she found herself looking forward to his scrutinising looks. 

He was handsome, far more attractive than the boys she had grown up with, but he also had a confidence that drew her in like a moth to a flame. Like every other teenage girl in Hawkins, she fell quickly and she fell hard but unlike her peers, she knew that Billy wouldn’t even consider her as a hook-up.

So his tanned muscular body and perfectly messy blond hair remained firmly in her fantasies, fuelled by her daily visits to his work-place. She dreamed about him strutting over to her chair, his deep voice, tinged with a slight surfer dude accent, crooning to her. He would invite her to the private lifeguard locker room to “cool down” or offer her a ride home in his Camaro which he would pull over to the side of a dirt road and then pull her into his strong lap. When the images flashing behind her eyelids got too steamy, she would force herself to take a quick dip. Ignoring the intense glare from the King of Hawkins as she would emerge from the cold water.

And now, she felt like her whole body was on fire. Billy was watching her again, absentmindedly biting on the end of his sunglasses as he did so. Wetness pooled at the apex of her thick thighs and she squirmed, her nipples tightening with arousal. 

Even from across the pool, she saw the way his eyes darkened with lust. His plump lips curled into a smirk as he finally met her gaze. He kept eye-contact while he stepped off of the raised chair and began to saunter over. Her chest heaved with desire which grew stronger with each step he took. By the time he reached her chair, she felt like the air had been ripped from her lungs.

He gave her a slow once over, letting his blue eyes trail over every single piece of exposed skin. And then grinned wickedly.

“So princess, how bout I give you a ride home.” 

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