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Arthur Curry x plus size reader

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

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

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

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

“No. This is not happening.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

There was a beat of silence and then.

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

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

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

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Cold on Me, Part 1

Pairing: David Kane x Atlantean!Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. Plot with smut, cursing, fingering (female receiving) , orgasm denial, dirty talk, Atlantean reader. Established relationship.

Summary: On a mission to recover an artifact sacred to your people, you journey through Rome to meet up with your contact. When he tries to take more than what's offered, none other than David Kane comes to your rescue. The man you hate. The man you would have done anything for. The man you can never trust again.

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This was your last chance. 

The contact said to meet him at some rundown bar on the edge of town, just off the coast of Rome. You walked down the dimly lit, cobblestone street with your boots making soft sounds. The weather was frightfully cold, a bitter wind kissing your cheeks where the oversized jacket didn’t cover you.

Rome was a pretty city, if a little rundown. Like you could picture its former glory in the streets, the buildings, and the gargoyles casting down their eyes from the rooftops. At any moment, a sculptor could chip away at the history, grime, and graffiti and then a legionary would walk down the street once more in their scarlet guard uniforms.

It had been a long time since you visited Rome last. Too bad you didn’t have time to explore like you wanted. You finally got a lead on an ancient artifact belonging to your people. You bared your teeth, already getting worked up at the thought of these senseless humans playing with things they knew nothing about.

You had to remind yourself that they were still such children. With finite lives. Most were trying. Most were decent. But they made you so fucking weary every time you traveled to the surfact world. 

You looked up at the street name on the side of the building and turned down an even darker alleyway. You hoped that these people got the sense to install more lights in the alleys. This couldn’t be safe for anyone walking alone at night, holy city or no.

Rumbling laughter echoed down the alleyway as you approached the bar. You took off your gloves and headed inside, pushing past sneering looks and stale beer breath. You knew that you would stand out, but desperate times were pressing on you now. 

The contact, Dom, stated that he would be sitting in a booth. You walked further into the place, boots crunching on discarded cigarettes and…something you didn’t want to think about. The walls were covered in posters that looked baked into the deep red paint, peeling vinyl seats, scratched bartop, and neon signs behind the burly bartender who stood leaning a hip against the countertop talking to a patron. 

This was the type of place that no one looked too closely at one another. No one looked anyone in the eye too long unless they wanted to be punched in the throat. This was a bar where deals went down in whispered confidences, beer spilled over the rim of mugs, and whiskey shot back among rivals. It was a neutral bar. No fighting. Allegedly.

You bypassed rough looking men with leather jackets, tattoos, and bald heads. You passed rougher looking women with short hair, short sleeves, and even shorter attitudes. You pulled out your phone, glancing at the time.

You were on time, but where was Dom? You texted him, taking off your sling bag, and sliding into an available booth. The seat cracked under you, vinyl digging past your cargo pants. But you ignored it and slid in further. 

Dom stated that he would be there in five minutes, so you relaxed and took in your surroundings. You were drawing a lot of stares. From the complexion of your skin, to the audacity of your hair, you knew that you did not fit in with the olive-toned people native to this country. That was okay. 

Once you had the artifact, you could return it to its rightful place. That was all you wanted. All you longed for. 

A young waitress walked by with black lipstick and a half-shaved head. She popped gum in her mouth and asked what you wanted. You told her your favorite drink and she disappeared, leaving you to your own devices.

You were on edge. You knew you were because this was an important exchange but you couldn’t help feeling a sense of foreboding. That tonight, everything was going to change. You didn’t know how but you’d always had a sense about these things. 

You felt every tick of the clock on the far wall. Right when the waitress returned with your drink, a short white man with short dark hair slid into the booth in front of you. He huffed, settling into the seat as if he had been walking or jogging and now he finally had a chance to rest. 

“You have the time?” The man asked. 

“No one carries watches anymore,” you said, confirming that this guy was who he said he was. He smiled, getting more comfortable. 

“Do you have it?” You asked.

“Depends. Got my money?” He asked.

You fought the urge to roll your eyes. You were offended that you even had to go through all of this. But the goddess requested that this was an undercover mission. That you limit your exposure as much as possible. You ran your tongue over your teeth and smiled.

“Show me yours and I’ll show you mine,” you said. You didn’t want to seem too eager. Or too interested in the knife in his possession. He thought it was some stupid tribal knife, made of some “funny metal”. You downplayed its importance by emphasizing the metal, letting him know that it was valuable but not as valuable as he was thinking. You were a collector of ancient weaponry, nothing more. 

He could try to melt the thing or sell it somewhere else, but no one else had access to the priceless gems in your pocket. You’d make him richer than the sun itself if it meant that you got your hands on it before anyone else did. 

You drew a pouch out of your pocket, grabbing a diamond from within and placing it on the table. He snatched it up, cupping it in his hands and looking at it. He would need an actual piece of glass to determine the clarity, but he didn’t need it. The diamond was pure, uncut, and best of all, conflict free. 

Dom nodded, but you saw how big his eyes got looking at the diamond. His only language was greed. He fished around in his pocket before pulling the knife out, wrapped in a dark cloth. He untied it, revealing the weapon hilt first.

You fought like hell to school your expression. So that the hunger in his eyes didn’t reflect back in yours. It looked ordinary, carved with ancient symbols that didn’t mean anything to him but everything to you. It depicted a death ritual, once believed to be lost over time. As more and more humans encroached on the ocean, traveling further and deeper than ever before, they constantly ran across things that did not belong to them. Recovering those artifacts was your life’s mission. 

You reached out a hand to grab it, but his hand slammed on top of yours. “I want payment first,” he said. 

“How do I know this is the real thing?” You asked. It could be a replica. It could be sand that would crumble in your fingers. You’d be the laughing stock of all of Atlantis if you dared bring back a fake. 

Dom grinned, showing yellow, crooked teeth and you bit your tongue to keep from grimacing. “I wouldn’t do that to such a pretty girl such as yourself,” he said. His hand began to stroke yours and you snatched it back.

Dom laughed, grabbing your drink and downing it in one go. Let him have it. If this was the genuine article, you could return to the water where you belonged. 

“Once I confirm its authenticity, you’ll get the rest of your payment like we agreed. Not a shiny gem before it,” you said.

He clicked his teeth, eyeing you. But finally relented and moved his hand. You reached out and ran your hand over the knife, feeling the rhythm of the metal singing to you. It was real. It was true. 

You nodded, tossing him the packet of diamonds. He snatched it from the air like he couldn’t bear a second that it wasn’t in his possession. You stood up, ready to be done with the place. You tucked the knife into your backpack, zipped it up and threw it around your head, securing it to your body.

Dom grabbed you by the wrist. “What’s the rush, huh? We just made a deal. We should celebrate!” He yelled, loud enough to be heard over the booming rock music. You glanced around, nervous that he was drawing too much attention. 

He had glassy eyes and a too easy grin. He would be decent looking if he lost some of the puffiness, brushed his teeth, and took a shower or twelve. But you had absolutely no interest. You yanked your arm back, but he held on.

“I said sit. And tell me why this knife is so important. You outbid some very powerful people,” he said. He was no longer smiling. No longer joking. 

You balled your first, jerking your hand back. But he held on with a strength he shouldn’t possess. You were stronger than humans, capable of breaking their necks with a flick of a wrist. The goddess demanded that you work quietly however. So you were left to play human. 

“Remove your hand, now,” you said. 

“If people come after me over this, I will point them right to you,” he said.

“Is that a threat?” You asked. 

“Friendly heads up,” he said.

“Let the lady go,” a deep, soothing voice said behind you. You closed your eyes and cursed under your breath. He was the last person you expected to be here. But you should have known. If there was an artifact out there to steal, David Kane was the first on the scene to see how much he could sell it for. 

“I don’t need your help,” you tossed over your shoulder. You were always blown away by how tall he was. How he didn’t have to do anything to be intimidating. One scowl, one flex of his jaw, one roll of his shoulders and it was obvious that he was a man that no one wanted to fuck with.

Skin like bruised bronze, wide shoulders, and a chiseled face, David Kane was a walking red flag. He stepped closer to your back, bringing with him a wall of heat that brought up too many memories and none of them good. 

“You look like you’re doing real well without me,” he said. 

“I am, thanks for noticing,” you whispered. You turned back to the contact and looked down at his slimy hand on yours. Why the hell was it wet? Did you even want to know at this point? Maybe if he perspired enough, you’d be able to slip your hand out from his grasp.

“Who the hell is this? Your muscle?” The man snorted. “Your boyfriend?” 

“The lady told you to let her go. So do it,” David said. His voice made your thighs tingle. You took a deep breath. Years. It had been years and he still made you have a visceral reaction to him. Like you were back in Greece, back in his arms. 

You shook the thought from your head and stepped closer to Dom. He smiled, like you were choosing him over David. As if. You flipped your wrist, breaking his hold. You grabbed onto his middle finger, breaking it. Dom screamed and David pushed forward, holding his hand to the man’s mouth.

“Next time a woman tells you not to touch her, listen.” You walked away, throwing your hood back up on your head. You needed to get out of there, fast. You pushed through the entrance before anyone could mention that you broke the rules. You harmed someone while inside the bar. Never mind that Dom started it. You were the outlier. The outsider. You were the one that did not belong. 

They let you pass, faces twisted like they smelled something funky or stepped in gum. You ignored them. Quiet. Quiet. You were going for quiet. 

Out into the crisp night, you headed off down the cobblestone street, dipping down alleyway after alleyway hoping to fend off any type of pursuit. Your steps were the only sound in the quiet night. Like the city was sleeping despite the bars and eateries behind every bend, filled to the brim with locals and tourists trying the latest cuisine. 

The streets were so narrow here and though your bike could have made it through, you did not want to draw that much attention to yourself. You took the long way around, checking over your shoulder every so often. There was no way to track you in this place, no way to leave behind any mark that you existed. 

Still, you cast your eyes behind you, clouds of breath escaping you. Your lungs burned from the cold. Your cheeks stung from the bite. These shoes were killing you. You longed for the safety of the water. 

You stepped around a building, the same pinkish hue that all the buildings seemed to share. Sunbaked and centuries old. You caught your breath. You couldn’t live like this. You weren’t used to looking over your shoulder like this. 

You had to keep moving. You had to make sure that you made it to the nearest open body of water before David caught up with you. Why was he even here? What the hell did he want? 

Fuck him. Fuck him for still looking as good as he did. Sounding as good as he did. Whatever he did now was of no consequence to you. You took deep breaths in, letting the cold awaken your senses. Your mission was not yet over and you needed to keep moving.

Goddess protect me. 

You rounded the corner, back to civilization with its street lamps and passing cars. You were approaching the mouth of the alley when a hand pulled you back, deep within the shadows. You kicked out your leg. Despite his height and size, David was incredibly agile. 

He chuckled, pulling you close to his body. His warm, tall body. He wrapped his arms around you, but before he could lock you in, you broke his hold. You turned and punched and kicked at him, he laughed and dodged like this was a sparring game and not you fighting for your life.

You managed to land a solid punch, feeling great satisfaction from watching his head snap back. Your moment of triumph was short lived as he took the fight more seriously. But he was more focused on subduing you than fighting you.

“I deserved that, but you only get one,” he growled. 

He blocked your next two punches, grabbing both of your wrists and spinning you to face the building. He pushed you against it, yanking your arms behind you. You growled and wriggled, but there was no way to break out of this. Not when he pressed his chest into your back, pinning your further against the building. You were trapped. With your worst enemy. 

Wait till your team back home hears about this one. In fact…they didn’t need to know this part. You’d never told anyone about David, too afraid that your sisters would tease and mock you. The fish who fell in love with a bird. It was a joke. A cautionary tale. A tragedy. 

You stopped fighting. Your gasps created tiny clouds in the air. David huffed and heaved behind you, pressing his chest into your back with every inhale. “You gonna punch me again if I let you go?” He asked.

“Depends. Let me go and we’ll see,” you said.

He laughed, dropping his head to your ear. You hated that you shivered. You hoped he thought it was because of the cold and not because of his proximity. Bastard. Fuck him.

“I didn’t think I’d see you again,” he said. 

“I was counting on that, actually.” Out of the seven seas and the seven continents, you did not think you’d bump into David Kane again. What were the odds? What sick, cruel fate brought you back into David’s war path? 

Didn’t matter. You needed to escape before he found the knife in your bag. 

“You didn’t miss me? Not even a little?” He nuzzled your ear and you bit your lip. What game was he playing? 

“Not even a little,” you said. Your voice was even. Your stomach was doing backflips. Fuck him. Fuck him. You repeated it like a mantra in your head, trying to hold on to the burning hatred in your veins. Your body betrayed you. Remembering every glide of his fingers. The shape of his lips. 

“Shame. I missed you,” he said. His lips tickled your ear and you moved your head away. Since his body covered every inch of you, there was no room for you to move. He dipped his head again, lightly brushing his lips along your neck.

“Fuck do you want from me, Kane?” You asked.

“Oh, it’s Kane again?” He asked. 

You rolled your neck. Getting angry only made him act more childish. He got off on seeing you squirm. You used to think it was charming. Now it was just annoying.

“What are you doing in Rome?” He asked.

“I could ask the same question,” you said.

“Following up on a lead. Heard there were some coins from Ancient Egypt on the market. Wanted to see if I could make a direct offer,” he said.

“By stealing it.” 

“If it came to that,” he said and huffed out a laugh. At least he was more open about his thievery. He was a man without honor and you had no patience for him. Not anymore. 

“What do you want?” You asked. 

David moved his hands, lower, searching your body. “What are you doing?” You asked.

“Trying to see if you got any weapons on you. I just wanna talk without the fear of you shooting me,” he said. His search was anything but friendly. He groped. He kneaded. He gripped your thighs with his massive hands and squeezed. A small moan escaped you before you could call it back. 

“Do you remember Miami?” He asked. 

You pressed your lips together while he finished his search. When you stopped giving him the response he wanted, he moved his fingers below your shirt. His fingers grazed your tummy, dancing over the edge of your pants. You shivered. 

Your pussy ached. It was freezing cold outside, but he was doing a damn good job blocking out the chill and warming you up. You melted into him as he unbuttoned your pants. “I remember how you looked when we first woke up. Sun hitting your back. The way your hair sparkled like embers of a fire.” 

You sighed. You shouldn’t be doing this. Shouldn’t be entertaining this. “David…”

“You were the last thing I expected to find here tonight. But as soon as I recognized you, I couldn’t let you get away. I shouldn’t have let you go then and I can’t let you go now,” he said.

“You can’t hold onto me anymore,” you said. He once compared your relationship to holding water in the cup of his hand. He could hold it, for a second, believing that it would last. Then it would slip through his fingers. Water could not be contained, he told you. He told you a lot of things. A lot of useless shit. 

“Let me try, please,” he said. He unzipped your pants, pushing it lower off of your hips. You ground your ass into his crotch. His dick strained against his pants. He hissed, pulling back for a moment. 

“Say you don’t miss me and I’ll let you go,” he said.

“I don’t miss you,” you said. Your voice cracked. David’s long fingers played with the curls at the core of you. He bit your ear, dipping a finger into your wet heat and groaning as he made contact. 

“This pussy say otherwise,” he whispered in your ear. 

You were burning up inside your coat. Your head fell back against his chest, giving him better access to nibble and kiss on your neck. You opened your heavy eyelids and looked at him, bracketed by the stars above.

This would be hot at any other moment. You would have lived for stolen moments like this when you couldn’t keep your hands off of each other like a couple of young adults, fumbling and following after each other. Like you couldn’t quit each other. 

“You didn’t ask my pussy, you asked me.” 

“How long has it been? Have you been able to replace me yet?” He asked.

You huffed, refusing to allow him a full laugh. Fuck him. He knew fuck well that no one compared to him. No one compared to how he made you feel. You dropped your head forward. You couldn’t look at him and let him play with your body like no time had passed. If you didn’t look at him, you could pretend. 

“Yup. Sure did,” you said. The answer was sarcastic as hell. You didn’t care if his ego was inflated at the moment. It had been forever. And you needed the sweet fucking relief that didn’t come from your fingers for once. 

He swirled his fingers lazily through your essence, taking his time to make you tremble with need. 

“A lot has changed. I’ve changed. And I know you don’t forgive easily. But I need you to hear me,” he said. He pushed a finger inside and you groaned, not caring if he heard you now. You weren’t going to fall onto the sword of Pride like some martyr. You never denied yourself anything, least of all his deft fingers as he pumped them inside of you. 

Your thighs shook as you began to squirm. He moved his other hand up your shirt to cup your breast in his hand. He squeezed it, quickly finding your nipple and rubbing it between his fingers. You hissed, squeezing your legs against his hand to trap him there. 

You braced yourself against the building, the pads of your fingers seeking any kind of fissures to hold on to. Your nails scraped. 

“Oh fuck,” you moaned. His pace was steady but strong, driving you to the height of pleasure. 

David groaned behind you. He grinded into you, pushing your hips forward. Making you ride his fingers instead of sitting back and letting him do all the work. He mimicked stroking and moved against your hips with enough force that you could imagine it was his dick fucking you and not his fingers.

Fuck, you were so close. You began to whine, needing him to go faster. Go deeper. Do something.

“Fuckin’ missed this,” he groaned in your ear. 

You did too. 

You leaned up on your tip toes, tensing up and getting ready to cum. David slowed his fingers, pulling them out altogether. At the same moment, your sling bag was unbuckled from around your chest and the heat of David’s body was gone. 

“Motherfucker!” You screamed into the dark alleyway. There was no point following him. He was quicker to move around than you were. More adept at the surface world. He held maps in his head that you still needed help with. You relied too heavily on those stupid phones than your own sense of direction.

You punched the building and leaned your forehead against it. Of course he hadn’t changed. Of course he was after the knife. Of course he would confuse you with talks of memories and Miami. Giving you flowery poetry. Of course he left you unfulfilled like he always did. 

Greedy bastard. You got played. You jumped up, pulling your pants over your thick hips and zipping it back up. You could only laugh as you walked, uncomfortably wet, towards your bike. 

You weren’t going to panic. You had patience…sometimes. You hid a tracker in the lining of the bag, turned off for the time being. If you were David, the first thing you would do would be to search for bugs. You’d replace the bag as soon as you could, but that would have to come later. When you weren’t focused on getting away, not leaving a trail.

One thing about David was that he always had an exit plan. Always an escape. Two could play that game this time around. 

You made it to your motorcycle and unhooked the helmet that you secured to the front. You placed it over your head, throwing your leg over and straddling it. You started it up, letting the engine rumble between your legs. At least something got to rumble there tonight.

Game on David Kane, game on.

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Markus

Elijah Kamski

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Aquaman

Joker

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Rengoku

Tengen Uzui

Muichiro Tokito

Sanemi Shinazugaws

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Simon “Ghost” riley

John Price

John “Soap” Mactavish

Gary “Roach” Sanderson

I can write for tons of characters, so even if someone isn’t on the list feel free to request! I may not know who they are, but I’ll do my best!

Things I WILL write:

-Smut (18+ CHARACTERS ONLY)

BDSM

(Aka Open to writing most kinks that I’m comfortable with.)

-Lime

-Fluff

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Comfortable with writing SH recovery, Mentions of past abuse, or past attempts of suicide. I’m also open to writing mentions of Homophobia or Transphobia (like bullying n’ stuff.)

-Headcannons

-Poly Relationship

-Specific Requests

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18+ X 18-

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Racist, Transphobic, and Homophobic shit

Abusive Relationships

Some Character X Character

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Yandere characters or readers

Smut of IRL people (actors playing roles are okay)

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I am disabled and have extreme fatigue, so sometimes my posting may come to a halt, but right now, I’m going to try to get out a few stories this week (if I get requests). I am also working on a slightly longer story so that’s exciting!

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[chubbyreaderwriter]

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.”

A/N: Comment if you want a part two with smut

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[plussizeappreciationfics]

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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[plus-size-reader]

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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[everything-is-awesomesauce]

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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[ticklikeabomb]

Clumsy - One-shot

Pairing : Henry Cavill x Plus Size Reader (Neutral He/She/They)

Warnings : Language ; Innuendos

Word Count : 2.1k

A/N : One-shot not planned to be posted today but hey why not :) Trying to be as neutral as I could, so that everyone can identify themselves, no matter the gender :) Hope you like it.

It was that time of the year again. The time hundreds of fans were waiting for - San Diego's Comic Con Event. It was time for you not only to attend this major Event as an actress/actor but also as a fan yourself. The Comic Con was featuring different panels during the weekend. Stars of shows like Supernatural, Gotham, The Walking Dead or The Originals were walking the same ground you were now standing. Frighten, excitement, thrill, joy, you name it, all those emotions bubbling in you. And what more of a fabulous experience than living it with a fabulous cast. You were Marvel's new addition and were part of the panel's headline, alongside Robert Downey Jr, Mark Ruffalo, Scarlet Johannson, Chris Hemsworth, Jeremy Renner, Chris Evans, Sebastian Stan, Anthony Mackie, Elisabeth Olsen, Tom Holland, Paul Betthany and Samuel L. Jackson. All great names and especially all great people that quickly became your little small second family.

You were all standing backstage waiting to be called by the host. You repeated your mantra in order to keep your nerves at bay and smiled brightly when you saw RDJ doing an entrance like only he mastered. Your friends were being called one by one until only you and Tom Holland remained. "Hey it's gonna be ok, relax and enjoy", he told you and gave your shoulder a small squeeze. You nodded and saw him climb the stairs and walk down the stage.

"And finally but not least, welcome Y/N YLN", the host's voice echoed through the gigantic room. You took a deep breath and stepped on stage. Hundreds of people applauding and yelling. It was overwhelming and at your left, you caught the sight of a group of people cosplaying your character. You gasped a little and waved at them, still walking on stage. At some point when you looked the opposite direction you were face to face with the host. 'The hell', you thought and he laughed loudly. You looked behind you and noticed that you crossed the whole cast. Because you were so mesmerized and focused on the fans cosplaying your character you didn't notice that you passed way your standing point. "Sorry", you mouthed at the host. You smiled nervously and did the walk of shame back to your position, passing by a laughing cast. "That started well", you mumbled to yourself, a little embarrassed. You waited until the host gave you permission and took a seat when so, indicating that the panel officially began.

45 minutes later

Wandering across the wave of people, a male stature in a Vendetta mask made his way to support one of his colleagues. That man being none other than Henry Cavill. The British actor was in town to start a new project and since he settled down a week earlier to prepare for his role, he decided to take some fresh air and stop by the Con to support Jason Momoa that was promoting Aquaman. He came across the board and saw that Aquaman's panel was after the Marvel one. He still had an hour to wait, so decided to judge the competition by himself. He entered the panel and discretely found a place to sit.

The panel was going well, the Marvel cast always amazing in interacting with their fans or tell jokes. "I know you have strict orders to not reveal anything but is there by chance some funny moment on set that you might be able to share with us?", asked the host curiously. RDJ looked at your direction and smirked. Your eyes immediately widened, scared about what he might reveal. The cast followed his gaze and once they settled on you, some of them laughed and smirked. 'Oh shit', you thought. The host caught the movement and smiled, "I see there's something, come on tell us."

"I don't know if we're allowed to tell but it's just too good to not mention it", finally replied RDJ. You discretely shook your head, pleading him to not reveal whatever he had in mind and his smirk grew even wider. He took a deep breath and faced the audience, who was ecstatic, waiting for any juicy detail. "So, Evans, Y/N and myself had that scene together."

"Oh No", your voice was heard through the mic while you face-palmed yourself. The cast laughed and RDJ continued. "It was a rather dramatic scene, lots of tension between Cap and Iron Man. There's a moment where Y/N's character is suppose to say 'Improvise', which was in the script. But for some reason, she/he/they got the message wrong and instead of saying the line, she/he/they actually began to improvise the whole dialogue and began to blabber some nonsense that was absolutely not scripted", stuttered RDJ in laughter. The whole cast, the host and the audience began to laugh and you just wished you could die. You couldn't deny that it was actually funny but at the moment of the shooting it was not. "Right and then the Russo Brothers yelled 'Cut' and asked her/him/them what was she/he/they talking about and she/he/they replied that she/he/they improvised like it stood in the script…and … and we were all cracking. It was hilarious’’ ,Evans finished the story while he whipped his tears off.

"Are you really crying of laughter right now?", you asked him in disbelief but amusement written all over your face. He nodded and continued laughing. "You're not visualizing her/his/their face when she/he/they finally got that her/his/their line all along was only the word 'Improvise'. Your face was priceless", he said and looked back at you. You chuckled and shook your head, a small smile ornamenting your face. "The cut made it to the movie actually", suddenly exclaimed Joe Russo out of nowhere. "Whatttt?", your high pitched voice rang across the room. "Yeah, we thought it was hilarious, especially Stark and Roger's confused face and what you said during that scene was kind of funny so, we showed it to Kevin Feige and he loved it." The cast applauded and you smiled while shaking your head, not believing it.

It was now time for some fans to step in and ask their questions. By the 6th question, a fan asked, "Who was/is the clumsiest person among all of you?" Without hesitation everyone exclaimed 'Y/N' in unison. "Not gonna deny that", you replied back with a small chuckle. "I'm such a mess. On set, I fell more times than it's socially acceptable and I've punched two stunt men by accident. I'm still so sorry guys", you said while turning to the camera, apologizing for what felt like the millionth time. A male fan took the mic and asked " I know this is maybe a controversial matter but I'm curious, are you all devoted to Marvel or is there a character that you still love but that it's part of the DC Universe?"

The room erupted at the question, eager to know the cast's response. "Well I for sure know someone who's been cheating on Marvel and went to the dark side", exclaimed Anthony Mackie while giving you a judgmental look. Sebastian who was at his side laughed at his friend’s innuendo and your face heat up. "Why are you looking at me? I don't know what you're talking about", you told him. He smirked and nodded, "Yeah yeah don't play that innocent act on me, I know that you have the hots for a certain Superman." Your eyes widened and you gasped, not believing that he dared to say that. Well what could you expect, Mackie and a mic, of course he would. People were shouting in the audience at this point and you chuckled. "Alright, I confess but can you blame me? He's fine as hell, not my fault", you revealed making the room erupt in loud screams and whistles. "God I hope Henry Cavill will never see or hear about this. It would be so embarrassing", you said and hid your face in your hands. If you knew that he was actually in the audience, never would those words leave your mouth.

"Alright I've got to know Y/N : Captain America or Superman?", asked the host out of nowhere. You chuckled and face-palmed yourself again, feeling the heat burn your cheeks.  You thought for a second and decided that it was the moment to really impress your colleagues and show them a different and more playful side of yourself. "It's not my type but fuck it, I'll take both", you exclaimed triumphantly once seeing your friends's shocked expression, not expecting you being so bold. You smirked and wiggled your eyebrows playfully. "Wow and here I thought you were the innocent one", replied Evans. "I never said I was innocent", you teased back. He raised an eyebrow and smirked back at you. Unfortunately you couldn't keep up with the whole mysterious and intriguing persona and chuckled at the situation, not believing that you dared saying that in front of hundreds of people. "That's it for us. Thank you so much for coming to the Marvel Panel and enjoy the rest of the day", exclaimed the host and closed the Panel.

Henry was surprised to have a good time at the Marvel Panel. He knew some of the cast members and was friends with them. But who really caught his attention was Marvel's new addition, Y/N. He thought you were beautiful and talented. He saw in one of your movies and was intrigued by you since and seeing you in flesh and bones made his heart beat just a tab faster. He laughed at your coworkers teasing about you being clumsy but what he didn't expect was you revealing that you found him hot. He smirked behind his mask and quickly exited the room as soon as the host closed it. He couldn't stop thinking about your voice mixed with your deep gaze and smirk, your teasing leaving him clearly flustered. Without noticing his feet led him to the Marvel signing booth and he didn't hesitate. He waited in line to get to you. After a good half hour, he finally reached you. "For who should I sign it?", her/his melodic voice invaded his eardrums. "Henry", he declared. His voice caught the attention of C.Evans who studied the man standing in front of you.

You were about to look back at the man in front of you when you noticed that your jacket had fallen of your chair. You quickly turned in order to grab it and when your gaze returned to the fan in front of you, you let out a small high-pitched scream. Not expecting to see the one you just publicly declared that you had the hots for in front of you, made you jump a little on your chair, your knee hitting the table and your plastic glass falling right at his trousers, wetting his crotch. "OMG I'm so sorry !!!!", you exclaimed mortified. Evans was laughing loudly beside you and declared, "Already trying to get into his pants Y/N?" You turned his way and gave him a deadly look mixed with embarrassment, making him laugh even more.   "I'm so so so sorry", you apologized to him. You handed him napkins and he took them with a bright smile on his face. "It's ok don't worry about it." There were no stronger words to describe how horrified you were. "I'm gonna go and die now", you mumbled and handed him a new fresh set of napkins. He laughed at your antics and declared, "Wait, not before I get the opportunity to invite you to a date." Your eyes almost popped out of your head and you stuttered, "You wan-na go on a date w-with me?" A bright smile crossed his face and you were so mesmerized by his blue eyes that you didn't hear his answer. You cleared your voice and replied, "Excuse me, what?" He chuckled and replied "You're cute"

"No you are", you breathed out, your brain not functioning correctly anymore. He chuckled again and you adverted your gaze elsewhere, "Ehh, i mean haha. Funny", you stuttered and mentally slapped yourself. "So would you go on a date with me?", he asked again. You nodded without hesitation, "Yes, I-I would love to." He borrowed your pen and wrote his number down. Before handing it to you, he leaned further making you stop breathing for a second and he whispered so that only you got it, " And so that you know, I don't like to share what's mine !" Heat and goosebumps crept all over your body, realizing he told you that because of the Captain America vs Superman comment. He winked and you saw him leaving. "You're drooling all over the place", commented Evans. You rolled your eyes and replied "Shutttt uppp". You bit your lip not realizing that you just got your crush's number and that he asked you on a date.

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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)

tom thumb plus some extra oddities x reader (the greatest showman)

a continuation of a arthur curry x reader (aquaman)

tbh in my opinion that is not a lot of requests but i hope this is what u asked for lol and u anon have a lovely day as well thnx for the question! 

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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

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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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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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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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Red, White and Blue

Steve Rogers x plus size reader x Clark Kent

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Steve Rogers and Clark Kent fall for the same girl, which golden boy will win her heart?

Warnings: not at all accurate medical descriptions, SMUT, little bit of angst, rivalry, so much fluff, mutant!reader, d/s dynamics, colour system, little bit of breeding kink, praise kink, little bit of degradation, unprotected sex (reader is on bc), two ds in one v, oral sex (fem receiving), fingering

Minors DNI

WC: 5.3k (I’m sorry, got carried away a bit)

It was the beginning of a new era, the Justice League and the Avengers had joined forces in an effort to create a safer world. It had been months in the making, with Steve Rogers and Kal-el leading the charge, each determined to make a group of superheroes that could help not only the world but also each other. It was no secret that each team on their own were struggling to keep up with the increased number of villains that seem to keep coming out of the walls. 

Steve and Kal had become fast friends, their own interests overlapped. Which caused Batman and Tony an extreme amount of headaches with the two heroes fan-girling over each other. They were evenly matched in everything, Superman’s strength was only overcome by Captain America’s determination (or stupidity as Bucky called it). The pair blended so easily, it was clear to see that nothing could come between them.

Until she arrived.

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With more fighting and battles, came more injuries, and after an incident where Clint nearly died while he and Diana were undercover, the team decided that they needed a healer.

Charles Xavier had recommended a young woman nicknamed “Apollo”. Her healing abilities worked quickly and could fix almost any ailment. Bruce Wayne had gone and picked her up from her apartment in Winchester county, New York. The car ride to the manor had been quiet, a mutual respect already in place between the pair. 

“So um, how many people are part of your team?” Her voice was soft, inviting but he could sense the power behind it. “There’s a lot if I’m being honest, probably too many. The Justice League is significantly smaller than the Avengers. We are only made up of Superman, Wonder Woman, the Flash, Aquaman, and Cyborg. The Avengers have almost three times that amount.” Her eyes went wide. “I don’t think I can heal that many people!” He chuckled. “No you don’t. A lot of people don’t actually need healing like Superman or Wonder Woman. You’ll only really need to deal with the non-immortal, non-superhuman people.” “Like you?” She raised her eyebrows. “Yes, I will definitely need some healing.” She smiled and they settled back into silence.

Bruce opened the car door for her once he pulled up to Wayne manor. “We only have the Justice League here today, you’ll be able to meet the Avengers later on. I thought it was a good idea to do the small group first.” Y/N smiled gratefully at him. “Thank you, I don’t know if I could’ve handled that many new people at once. It’s bad enough when new students arrive at the school. Wow, this place is incredible!” 

“Thank you Ms Apollo, although it is no thanks to all the superheroes that come through and destroy everything.” An older man had greeted them in the entryway, glaring playfully at Bruce. “You can just call me Y/N, Apollo was just a stupid nickname a friend of mine gave me and I haven’t been able to shake it.” She took the man’s hand. “I’m Alfred Pennyworth.” “It’s lovely to meet you Alfred!” “All of the League are in the meeting room, if you would follow me.”

Clark was anxious about this healer they were bringing in. It was always tough adding a new person to the mix, all the trust involved in keeping their secret identities a secret, but they needed a healer desperately. He heard Bruce and Apollo enter the manor and braced himself when they rounded the corner into the room.

She didn’t look threatening. She was small, her e/c eyes were kind, her thick stomach and thighs gave her a soft appearance, inviting. She shyly waved at them. “Hi! I’m Y/N, you don’t need to call me Apollo, I find it a bit stupid actually. I feel like my name should’ve been Artemis, she’s cooler anyway.” Diana smiled brightly. “You are most certainly right!” She brought the shorter girl into a warm hug, “I like her.” Y/N’s face heated. 

Arthur laughed, also pulling her into a hug. “Welcome to the team.” She beamed, Y/N knew Arthur was going to be one of her favourites, he reminded her a bit of Alex. Barry rushed over and quickly shook her hand. “Why is your name Apollo?” “Apollo is the god of medicine, he was the first doctor. And considering my abilities, it’s fitting.” “Can you show us!” He was practically vibrating with excitement. “None of you look injured though, and I don’t want to hurt someone just to show off.” That made Clark’s anxiety ease a bit.

“I got stabbed last night, you could use that.” Bruce lifted his shirt, making Y/N avert her eyes from his strong physique. “Um yeah, let me…” Her voice trailed off as she touched the cut delicately, the skin weaved itself back together and after a few seconds, it was good as new. “How exactly do your abilities work?” Bruce asked as he lowered his shirt again. “Well I absorb other people’s injuries, so they appear on my body and my super healing fixes them really quickly. See?” She lifted her own shirt, and in the exact place where Bruce was cut, there was a bleeding stab wound that was quickly healing. “Doesn’t that hurt?!” Barry touched the cut. “Oh yeah like a bitch but the pain goes away pretty quickly once I’m healed.”

“Isn’t that dangerous?” Bruce’s arms were crossed, he looked like a concerned father. Y/N shrugged. “Yeah it can be, especially if the injuries are more severe. The worst one I’ve ever healed was a kid at the school that fell while training their flying abilities and broke a lot of bones. I was in bed healing for two days after. And because of my super-healing, I can’t take pain medications so it wasn’t a great few days.” “Then why would you heal people if you just end up in so much pain?” Clark had finally stepped forward. She stuttered for a moment, he could hear her pulse race as he got closer, which made him smirk a bit.

“Well when I heal people, I’m only in pain for a short amount of time but if I left them, they would be in pain for a lot longer, possibly the rest of their lives if they did. I couldn’t live with myself if I knew there was something I could’ve done to help.”

“I have a feeling you’ll get along great with Supes over there.” Arthur chuckled, making Clark blush and Y/N giggle.

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“Alright kids, we got the approval from the JL for the new healer. The cheap version of me is sending her over today so we can get to know her.” Tony pushed his sunglasses back up his nose and leaned back into his chair, pleased with himself. “You know we’re supposed to be making a good impression, she is the person that makes sure we live.” Natasha said while fiddling with her knife. “What time is she supposed get here?” Steve was leaning against the door frame, his beard neatly trimmed, which had gotten lots of teasing from Bucky, ‘who are you trying to impress punk’. “She should be here now.”

“A car has just pulled up boss. Apollo has been safely delivered.” F.R.I.D.A.Y. chirped up. Pietro zoomed out of the room, the others following closely behind.

“Thank you so much for driving me Bruce, you didn’t have to do that.” Y/N took her bag from Bruce. “It was my pleasure Y/N. Besides it kept me out of the office for a few hours.” He smiled and kissed her cheek as a silver blur stopped right next to her, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. “Hello Dragă!” He lifted one of her hands to his mouth and kissed her knuckles. Bruce just rolled his eyes. “I’ll get going, but give me a call anytime. The zeta tubes between the compound and the manor should be set up soon so you won’t need to drive back and forth. Good luck with these guys.” She gave him a brief hug before he stepped back in the car and drove off.

Y/N turned and smiled at the blonde man, raising her hand to shake his own. “Y/N.” “Pietro! Are you being rude!” A red haired woman stormed towards him, grabbing his ear and dragging him away. “Wanda! Let me go!” They began to shout at each other in a language she didn’t recognise. “I’m sorry about those two, they’re twins.” A 6’4 dirty bland man with a beard, who had reached to take her bag, was standing right beside her. “Steve.” His hand engulfed hers, sending a shiver down her spine, making her squeak before answering. “Y/N.” Steve smiled brightly and Y/N’s heart skipped a beat. 

She was fucked.

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“Lady Bones you’re needed in medbay.” The announcement came on as Y/N was sparring with Natasha. She pulled off the boxing gloves as she ran through the facility, not caring that he was only in workout shorts and a sports bra. She burst through the medical wing doors, seeing Steve laying on one of the metal slabs made her heart stop.

“What happened?” She asked as she hurriedly washed her hands before approaching the soldier and beginning to pull off his suit. “A building fell on him.” Bucky grunted, arms crossed over his chest, obviously pissed off. “I need to assess the damage before I can heal him. Could you bring the X-ray over please?” 

“Why do you need the X-ray?” Bucky was busy trying to lug the big machine over to Steve. “If I don’t know the extent of the injuries and I just go in to heal him, then I can really hurt myself and end up not being able to save him. Just put it over here, thanks.” She prepped the machine and had Bucky stand behind her. 

“It looks like he’s got quite a few broken ribs, fractured skull, and most likely some internal bleeding. You can put this back now, I’ll start healing him. Could you grab that chair, I don’t want to accidentally faint.” He placed the chair behind her and she placed her hands on Steve’s chest, ignoring the warmth coming from him that made her heart beat loud in her ears. The door opened again and Superman strode into the room, obviously distraught. “Is he doing alright? I couldn’t get to him in time.” “Yeah, he’ll be ok, Apollo’s fixin’ him up.” Buck sat at Steve’s bedside, watching Y/N carefully. 

Clark looked down at her in admiration. He could see the pain on her face, her eyes screwed shut, but she kept going, even when her pulse got shaky and her breathing became laboured. He rushed forward as her knees shook and she began to fall. “I’ve got you.” He clutched her thick waist tightly, savouring the way she fit against his chest. She let out a cry of pain and he held her closer, trying to pull her off of Steve but she resisted, keeping her hands firmly planted on his strong chest. Clark felt her bones break beneath his hands. 

“Y/N, you need to stop. You can’t keep this up.” “No. I can do it, just a bit more.” She shook her head. Steve’s eyes shot open, grasping at her hands. “Doll stop.” His voice was weak. “Can’t, not yet.” He gripped her forearms and pulled but was unsuccessful. He felt the last of his pain dissipate and as soon as he felt normal again, Y/N passed out. Clark scooped her up and placed her on the now vacant bed, taking the blanket Bucky handed him and covering her. He quietly snuck out of the room.

“She needs to stop doing that.” Steve sighed, rubbing his hand down his face. “I know. She can heal quickly but she ends up in so much pain. Last month she healed Bruce after a close call and was out for almost a week. This can’t be good for her.” Clark huffed. “She doesn’t take care of herself. Someone else will have to do it.” 

“I can.” “I’ll do it.” They both said at the same time. They turned and made eye contact, and in a split second realised that the other man was also in love with the little healer laying in front of them.

“You have feelings for her don’t you?” Steve sighed. “Yeah I do, and I guess you do too.” Neither man noticed that the camera in the room clicked on. Tony sat back in his chair smirking, Bruce Banner next to him. “We shouldn’t watch this Tony. They’re going to work it out between them.” “Yes! That’s exactly what I want to see, the two golden boys telling the other to go for it while they ignore their feelings, it’s going to be great!” 

“This isn’t going to work out the way you think it will.” Bruce Wayne entered the lab and stood behind the pair. “How do you know, bats?” He huffed at the nickname. “Because Clark is incredibly territorial and if he has feelings for someone, he won’t let them go.” The other Bruce nodded. “And Steve has been different since he came back from being on the run, he’s darker, takes what he wants.” Tony’s eyes widened as they turned their attention back to the screen.

Steve’s back was ramrod straight, he could hear his pulse in his ears. He couldn’t let Clark have her.

Clark’s jaw was set, his eyes blazing with fury. Steve couldn’t have her.

And in that moment, the Golden boys went from best of friends, to enemies.

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It took three days for Y/N to properly heal, Steve’s injuries had been far more expansive than she thought, and when she woke up, it seemed that the JL and the Avengers had split. Well not split entirely, mostly everything was fine, but the two powerhouses were constantly at each other’s throats now. They insulted each other, friendly sparring matches turned into all out battles, and the other heroes were forcing them to stay away from each other and Y/N. But no one would tell her what caused this great rift.

There was one time where she had been cooking dinner for the Avengers when Steve came in and offered his help. Ten minutes later, Clark walked in, deep in conversation with Thor but his eyes kept drifting over to the pair. Steve stood closer to Y/N wrapping an arm around her waist as she stirred the sauce and whispered in her ear. “This smells so good doll. I bet it’ll taste delicious.” Goosebumps erupted along her neck and her stomach curled in arousal. He smirked at her reaction, holding her closer to him, her ass pushing into his pelvis. Clark was fuming. “Rogers, I don’t think that’s appropriate behaviour for the kitchen.” “Nobody asked you Kent.” You could cut the tension with a knife, both men looked like they wanted to murder each other. Thor swooped in. “Lady Y/N! What is this wonderful dish you’re making? It smells like something we used to have back on Asgard!” As the god distracted her, the soldier and the Kryptonian snuck out of the room to go destroy another gym.

It was like this for months before Y/N was sick of these two grown men acting like children.

Y/N trudged into the kitchen at Wayne manor and poured herself a huge cup of coffee, silently thanking Alfred for constantly keeping her caffeinated. “Hey Y/N!” A chipper voice startled her, making her drop her mug but before it could crash to the floor, a strong hand caught it. Clark looked at her sheepishly. “Sorry about that. Didn’t mean to startle you.” “It’s alright.” She eyed him warily as he leaned against the counter next to her, the heat from his body radiating off him in waves. 

“You going to tell me why you and Rogers are fighting?” She casually took a sip of coffee. Clark blushed. “It doesn’t matter.” “Obviously it does since you two were practically joined at the hip,” She paused, “Does it have anything to do with me? Cause you guys were fine when I healed Steve.” “No no, it’s not you. It’s that fucking asshole, he thinks he’s entitled to you. He thinks that because I’m Kryptonian, I’ll hurt you with my strength. But he’s also always getting hurt, which also puts you in danger, and he’s over 100 years old.” 

Y/N raised her eyebrow. “And you assume you do have some kind of entitlement to me, that you can protect me better?” He stuttered for a moment before she continued, “I could be with someone else for all you know, it’s not like you’ve asked me if I’m single or even if I like men.” “Do you like men?” “That’s irrelevant right now. You two, instead of talking to me, like rational adults, decided to ruin your friendship and fight each other. So I’m going to go back to the school and I’m not coming back until you two work out your differences and talk to me like fucking adults.” She calmly placed her mug in the dishwasher and walked out. 

“Fuck.” Clark scrubbed his hands down his face. “You do know that’s your fault right?” Alfred walked into the kitchen alongside Bruce who was wearing a big smirk on his face. “Master Bruce is correct. It is quite obvious the girl has feelings for you both. Speak with the Captain and work it out. Perhaps you could learn to share, so to speak.” Bruce’s face went bright red with what his adoptive father was implying. “Alfred!” “Oh don’t be so coy Master Bruce. I’m well aware of the things you get up to in your free time.” “I should go, Rogers and I have some things we have to discuss.”

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The school was incredibly quiet, granting Y/N some reprieve from the chaos she had been dealing with. She sat at her favourite window seat, calmly knitting a hat for the professor. She had been given a couple weeks off, and immediately came home, helping move some of the students out for the holidays and helping the other teachers prepare lessons for the new year. “Hey kid.” A gruff voice came from her left. Logan was leaning on the door frame, beer in his calloused hand.

“Hi Logan.” He took that as a signal to approach, shoving her up the bench, sitting behind her and pulling Y/N back to his chest. “I’ve never seen you take a vacation that wasn’t forced on you. What happened?” “And I’ve never seen you ask me about what’s wrong.” She giggled at his pinched brows. “I guess you don’t want to talk about it.” He wrapped an arm around her stomach and rested his chin on her head. “Men suck.” Logan chuckled. “That they do little one. That’s why I told you to never date anyone. No one’s good enough for you.” They fell into a comfortable silence, Y/N picking up her knitting again and Logan closing his eyes, occasionally sipping his beer. 

“I am sorry to interrupt but a man is here to see you Ms Y/N. It seems urgent.” Charles spoke in her mind. Logan groaned as she tried to wiggle out of his arms. “Logan the professor needs me.” “No.” She huffed, poking her finger in between his third and forth ribs which made him give a shout and he let her go. “I never should’ve told you about that, you hold too much power. You better start running.” He growled, causing her to squeak and run out of the room.

She was out of breath when she got to the professor’s office, Logan’s laughter still floating through the halls. Y/N knocked before entering. “You wanted to see me professor?” “I believe you know this guest.” Clark stood up from the seat in front of Charles, dressed in his full suit. “Kal? Is everything alright?” “Apollo, you are needed in the field. Steve has been injured.” “Were you the one that hurt him?” He glared. “Unfortunately not.” Charles smiled brightly. “Go on, you do have a job to do.” “Who’s side are you on, Xavier?” “Not yours.”

“Let’s go Kal, the sooner we get there, the better.” They stepped outside into the chill of a New York winter. “Alright, hold tight.” Clark held her to his chest and her eyes shut tightly as he took off. 

The air got colder the longer they flew and Y/N pressed herself as close to his chest as she could. “Where are we going?” She knew he could hear her but he didn’t answer, making her suspicious, “You’re not going to kill me are you?” She felt his chest rumble with laughter beneath her hand. Clark’s head bent down. “We’ll be there soon.”

Another ten minutes passed before he landed, keeping her close as the cold seeped into her bones. A giant fortress of ice spread out before them. “Is this your man cave?” She rolled her eyes at him. “In a way, come on.” “Steve isn’t hurt is he?” Clark stayed silent, “You two are right bastards.” He smirked. “We know.”

Inside the cave was considerably warmer and a trail of rose petals led to a nervous looking Steve. “So you’re going to seduce me and then kill me?” Her voice broke him out of his trance, he jogged up to the pair. “You got the first part right, doll.” They led her to another room. 

The ceilings were high and covered in little lights that look like stars, the walls had been painted a soft blue that blend in naturally with the ice outside. A bed sat in the center, facing huge windows that overlooked the arctic wilderness. The bed could fit at least five people comfortably so it wasn’t a leap for Y/N to assume that it was meant for her and the two god-like men standing on either side of her.

Steve and Clark each took one of her hands. “We wanted to apologise for the way we’ve been acting. We should’ve just come to you and told you how we both felt.” “And obviously the way to do that is kidnapping me and taking me to a frozen desert so I can’t run away.” Clark rubbed the back of his neck. “We were trying to be romantic.” “Alright, sorry. I’m just a bit worried about what exactly you two have come up with.”

The look that came over their faces was nothing short of pure mischief, they both stepped closer to her, crowding her with their bodies. “Oh doll, we found out that sharing is caring.” “And you know us sunshine, we are very caring.” Clark gripped her jaw and kissed her harshly, knocking the breath from her lungs. Y/N couldn’t help the moan that escaped her as Steve’s hands traveled down to her ass and gave it a squeeze. “You make the prettiest noises doll, can’t wait to hear what you sound like when you cum for us.” Clark had moved on from her lips, leaving them swollen, to her throat, biting her playfully and dragging more pleasured sighs from her mouth. “Oh fuck touch me please, want you both so bad.” She could feel Clark’s smirk against her skin before he gripped her thighs tightly and moved her onto the bed.

She bounced on the soft mattress as she was thrown down. “Our girl looks so beautiful doesn’t she, Kent?” “Indeed she does. She already looks fucked out and we haven’t even gotten to the good part yet.” “Take your clothes off and join me. The water’s fine boys.” Y/N smirked, pulling the large shirt she had been lounging around in over her head, revealing her full naked chest. “Oh sunshine, you don’t realise who’s in charge do you. You constantly take care of others so it’s our job to take care of you.” Kal bent over her, taking a nipple into his warm mouth. “You're ours now Apollo, we’ll discuss your rules later but if you do what we say, we’ll take care of you for the rest of our lives. We’ll be devoted entirely to you, our goddess.” Y/N moaned at Steve’s words, grabbing his collar and bringing him down for a kiss.

Clark had been slowly working his way down her body, kissing every available inch of her beautiful s/c skin. “So gorgeous, so perfect, this body was meant to be worshiped. Made for us, for our seed.” As he reached her hips, his huge hands reached below her leggings and slowly pulled them off her legs. “Fuck I can smell her from here. How wet is our doll?” Kal pressed his nose against her sex, breathing in her scent. “She’s drenched. How long have you been craving us sunshine?” Y/N felt like she couldn’t breathe. “Answer him doll.” Steve grabbed the back of her neck and forced her to look down at Clark who was now mouthing at her core. “Since I met you, wanted you both so fucking bad.” “Good girl,” Steve whispered in her ear, “such a good little slut for us.”

Y/N had no clue when either man had undressed but she suddenly found herself sitting up, leaning against Steve’s bare chest as Clark lay in front of her, his head buried between her thick thighs, feasting on her pussy. “Oh fuck Clark! Feels so good!” Her back arched away from Steve who leaned down and attacked her throat with kisses, leaving as many marks behind as possible. “Call him daddy sweet girl, we won’t punish you this time but you’ll need to follow our rules.” Her fingers were buried in his hair, pulling slightly. “What do I call you?” Her voice was breathy. “Captain. It’s time you learn some respect.” Clark slapped her pussy, causing her to shout out. “Keep your eyes open, little one. Keep watching us as we bring you pleasure.” “Yes daddy yes!” “Good girl.” Steve’s hands drifted lower, down her spine and around her ass, burying themselves in her cunt as Clark focused on her clit. 

“Captain, feels so good.” “Such a perfect slut, using your words.” Y/N gripped Clark’s hair tightly, holding him as close to her as possible. “Come for us doll and you’ll get our cocks.” “Fuck!” She came harder than she ever had before. She would’ve been embarrassed of the long continuous moan she let out but the pleasure consumed her. 

When she came back down, Clark kissed her letting Y/N taste herself. “You taste so fucking good sunshine. What do you say?” “T-thank you daddy.” “Good girl, such a good girl. You ready for our cocks now?” She nodded frantically. “Words sweet girl.” “Yes, yes please daddy, captain, want your cocks so bad.” Clark lifted her up and laid her on his chest. “Ride me princess.” 

Y/N sat back on her haunches and reached for his cock. She gasped. “You’re so big daddy, don’t think it’s going to fit.” Steve stroked her cheek from behind. “It’ll fit, we’ll make it fit.” Steve helped lift her up as she lined up Clark’s hard cock with her slit. The captain lowered her down. “Fuck daddy, ’s so big, can’t take anymore.”Her head was thrown back against Steve who kept pushing her down. “Take it slut.” He growled in her ear as Clark gripped her hips hard enough to bruise. Then her ass met Kal’s hard thighs. “Fuck! Sunshine, you’re taking me so well. Bet you feel me so deep in your tummy huh?” His hand rubbed her lower stomach, pushing on it to try and feel himself buried inside her. “Come on doll, ride your daddy, make him feel good.” Her walls burned with the stretch of Clark’s cock but she bit her lip and began lifting her hips, groaning, she could feel every inch of his god-like cock inside her.

Steve watched in fascination as her slick dripped down their bodies, soaking the sheets. “She’s so tight Rogers, she was made for this.” Clark ground out. “I bet we could fit another in that tight little hole couldn’t we. You want my cock too sweetheart, you want me to bury myself in this little cunt.” It wasn’t a question. “Won’t fit, too big.” “Oh doll, you stupid slut, it’ll fit,” he leaned down and whispered in her ear, “say red if it’s too much ok, we don’t want to hurt you.” She nodded and he pushed her down onto Clark’s chest, sticking a thick finger into her, stretching her out even more. She sobbed as he added another finger, using his other hand to rub her clit. Y/N started grinding her hips against Clark’s pelvis. “Please need more, need to be full.” “You ready for my cock?” “Yes please captain, need you in me!”

Clark was glad they chose to take her for the first time in his fortress because the scream she let out when Steve shoved his cock in her was so loud, he swore the ground shook. “Holy shit, you’re so fucking tight.” He panted, resting his head on the back of her neck. “Please please move daddy, captain.” Both of them smirked and began moving in tandem. As Steve pulled out, Clark pushed in, making sure Y/N was always full. Y/N couldn’t speak, it felt like the air was being punched out of her lungs with each thrust. She was limp against Superman, gripping his arms for dear life.

“You gonna cum? I can feel you squeezing us.” She nodded dumbly. “Go on cum for us sunshine, soak our cocks in your delicious cum. Her orgasm was building and building but she needed more. As if Steve could read her mind, his rough fingertips just barely grazed her clit, she shattered. The world went black as the pleasure washed over her. She couldn’t hear either man shout through their own release over the sound of her blood pumping in her ears. Her eyes drifted shut as the last aftershock ripped through her.

“You with us doll.” A warm hand caressed her cheek. “Yeah.” Her voice was slurred and slightly raspy. Y/N slowly opened her eyes. “You passed out on us sunshine, I guess we were good huh?” She weakly rolled her eyes. “I’ve had better.” A sharp slap landed on her bare ass. “Naughty girl.” His tone was harsh but the smirk on Steve’s face showed his amusement. “It would be better if I could get some cuddles.” She stuck her arms out, pouting slightly. He smiled warmly and placed her on his lap, allowing her to snuggle into him. Clark laid down next to them, holding her waist from behind. “You did so well for us, we’re so proud of you.” She smiled shyly, shutting her eyes again, falling quickly back to sleep.

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Music thundered through Y/N’s skull as she worked her way through the crowd of Tony’s party with a couple of drinks. “Apollo!” Natasha called for her, she was sitting with Diana and Wanda at a table by the side of the bar. She smiled and made her way over. “What’s up girls?” She placed the drinks on the table. “We had a little question for you. How did you get Supes and Cap to stop fighting?” Natasha gestured over to the two heroes who were currently playing a friendly round of darts. She shrugged, smiling to herself. “Let’s just say, I really like red, white and blue.”

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