Please Send Me Fluff Or Angst

I think all my little brain cells are dead from studying send Chris fluff plz

Bed. Now.

A/N: As you wish. Good luck to all my girlies in finals week, drink water, take a shower, brush your teeth and remember you're not going to do your best if you're not rested!! Go to bed. It will be still be there when you wake up in the morning.

You typed away aggressive on the keys. Only stopping to sip your Red bull, your eyes tired and sore as you rubbed away signs of fatigue. Your music played loudly through your noise cancelling headphones meaning you did notice Chris sneak into the study and stand in front of you until your laptop screen closed with a thud, merely missing your fingertips. 

  “Hey!’ you yelped, pulling off your headphones.

  “Bed. Now.” He said sternly, holding out his hand for you to take.

“I’m almost done, it’s due tomorrow night.”  

“It won’t be any good if you don’t sleep.”  

You sulked at him from your seat, leaning back and rubbing your eyes with a heavy sigh.

  “Baby please its almost 12:30, Dodge and I can’t go to bed without you.”  

You looked down to your left at the pup who had just appeared at your side. Whining a little as he placed his head on your lap. 

You smiled at him, scratching the spot behind his ear. “Did Daddy pull you into this huh? Turning you against me?”

  “Tomorrow morning first thing you can come back, I’ll even make you pancakes and coffee.”

  “Really?” Your eyes perked up at the promise of breakfast

  “Yes.”

  “Are you gonna burn them?”

  “I will do my best not to now come on Y/N, please?” his hand still stretched out, shaking a bit for emphasis. 

  “Fine.” You let him pull you up by your arms. His arms instantly wrapping around you. 

  “You’re too hard on yourself.”

  “I need a good grade Chris!”

  “And you will get one… tomorrow.” He looked down on you, his arms still firm around your waist. 

  You walked towards the bedroom, Dodger running around ahead lion in tow, your arms wrapped around Chris’ arm as he led you to bed. 

  The covers already opened for your impeding arrival, herbal tea on your bedside table with steam still coming from it. 

  “You weren’t going to let me finish, were you?”

  “Nope.” He popped the P placing you down on the bed. 

  “Yeah, well my blood is 80% redbull now so doubt I will be falling asleep easily.”

“That’s fine as long as you’re relaxing.”

He settled in next you, his arm stretching out for you to cuddle against his chest. Remote in the other hand putting on some random movie.  

  You sipped your tea contently against his chest. 

  “Happy?” 

  “Very.”

  “Good.” He kissed your forehead, hand softly stroking your hair. 

“I’m serious you know?”

“About what?”

“You’re going to burn yourself out.” 

“It’s finals week!”

“That doesn’t mean the world stops and neither should you. I can’t watch you lock yourself in the study for 15 hours a day, chugging redbulls and not eating. It’s not healthy sweetheart.”

  “I know but it’s almost over.” 

  “I’m proud of how hard you work but you need to take care of yourself.”

  “And why would I do that when I have you?” 

“Fair enough but that means you have to start listening.”

“Or what?” You challenged playfully. 

“You want to find out?” His eyebrows rose as he looked down on you, his tongue peaked out, sinister thoughts running through his mind. 

 “Come here you little overachiever.” Suddenly he was on top of you, hands snaking under your shirt, trailing up and down your torso in a tickling motion. Head immediately joining his hands under your shirt, blowing raspberries on your stomach.

You squealed in delight at the sudden tickle attack.

  “Chris… stop… stop!! I’m gonna pee!” 

His head came back over your shirt pulling the fabric down, face now desperately close to yours, leaning down to kiss your lips tenderly. 

TAGS: @royalwritersoftheuniverses

Mama Lisa 👀// What did she do?

Can you write about ransom being interested of fucking his shy wife, reader's big ass.

Good Bunny

A/N: You said being and not actually doing it so I went off that. Sorry if thats not what you meant at all lol.

Warnings: Mentions of anal, anal sex, rimming - I feel this is obvious. Also first Ransom fic! Yay!

You lay in your silk nightie, face down on the bed, mindlessly scrolling through your phone until you felt the mattress sink and a familiar figure appear next you, rubbing their hand up your calves and towards you partly exposed ass.

“Hey bunny.” Ransom eyes were fixated on your lower back.

“My eyes are up here.” You moved your head to the side, smiling at your handsome husband.

He moved to lie on the bed, hand still lightly moving back and forth into your fleshy backside.

“I had an idea bunny.” He looked you in the eyes now, mischievous written all over his face.

“What is it?”

“You know it’s such a waste, having an ass like that and not using it for good.”

“What you mean? I’m always shaking it.” You wiggled your ass a bit for emphasis. Ransom groaned at the ripple that flew through the flesh, he grabbed it lightly and gave it a soft smack being met with a small yelp from you.

“Not that bunny, it’s just that I’ve been lucky enough to fuck 2/3 of your holes and thought maybe we should go 3 for 3..”

Your eyes widened at the suggestion.

“We don’t have to. I’d go slow and if you hated it we’d stop but I know how you like to try new things and-.”

“Would it hurt?” You looked at him, worry on your face.

“Yeah, but so did your first time and now you love it.”

You bite your lip “That’s true.”

Ransom moved closer to you, lying next you and holding out his arm for you to snuggle closer. His hand running down your back, rubbing your ass softly.

“We can start slow.” He purred, pulling you up by your chin to look at him so he could gauge the emotions of your face.

“How does that work?” You were anxious but curious.

“Well, we’d start with my tongue...” The mention of his tongue made you perk up.

“Like I always do.” He chuckled. “And I’d move it lower, run it around your rim.”

“And then when your you’re in doggy and nicely turned on… I’d get the wet stuff from your pretty little pussy and slip in a single finger.” He held up the number one.

“It wouldn’t hurt, you’d love it… you like feeling full don’t you bunny?” You nodded submissively at your handsome husband.

“And then, when you’re really ready, I’d get you a pretty pink buttplug and while you’re all hot, heavy and distracted, I’d slip it in your ass.” You gasped as Ransom.

“I’d give you a little time to adjust and it would only be a little bigger than my finger.” You nodded agreeably, thoughts of buttplugs danced through your head.

“Would it get stuck?” You asked innocently, Ransom’s head threw back in a chuckle.

“No baby it has a stopper, I wouldn’t let that happen… you know why?”

“Why?” A smile was showing now as you were impressed with your ability to make him laugh.

“Because I’d have control of it, slowly pushing it in and out of you.”

“And then what?” You were curious now, moving onto of Ransom so your hands were on either side of his chest, his hand still firmly on your ass.

“And then when you’re about to cum, I’d pull it out with a pop.” He moved his mouth and mimicked the sound of the word for emphasis. “You’d lose your mind bunny.” You lay your head on his chest, gazing up at him, hanging on his every word.

“And then overtime, the buttplugs would get a little bigger and longer each time I fucked you until I think you’re ready.”

“Ready for what?”

“For my cock in your ass.” He said it so casually, the smirk on his face never leaving.

You bite your lip at his salacious comment. Thoughts clouded your head and a wet spot formed in your panties at the thought of Ran filling all your holes.

His digit slowly slides up and down your crack, teasing the hole under the thin strip of fabric.

After that discussion, Ransom’s touches and slaps on your ass became more frequent.

Grabbing a bunch of fat to pull you closer.

Teasing your crack as you were standing and occupied, dragging his finger up and down.

He took you to the sex shop letting you pick out whichever buttplug you wanted, you naturally chose the pink one with a sparkly stopper.

And lube, a whole bottle of anal relaxing lube.

Wow i'm glad you do. For Nick Vaughan i want to ask for a fluff. (i never say no to smutt by the way :) ) Reader came from another country to new york. They met while reader is walking at the city at night. They start dating and fall so hard for each other. They decide to movie in in a small apartment which is a safe, sweet home to both. The first one that they have❤

Also, a request that is deserving of multiple parts! 🥰

Nick Vaughan X Reader Series

Take Me Home | Part 1: Meet Cute

A/N: Ooft... did this take a while! I am so sorry for the delay for my love @atoosa22 but i hope you enjoy the first part of what is sure to be a very fluffy (and soon to be smutty) series. ☘️😘

“Yeah mom, of course, uh-huh... yeah I’m heading home now… yes… it’s freezing here.” You pulled your keys out of the lock of your workplace, holding your phone between your shoulder and cheek as you listened to your mothers worries and concerns knowing she stood halfway across the world powerless while you were alone in the big city.

But there was no such thing as being alone in New York, all the sounds, the lights, the people. It never slept. But you certainly did.

3am and all you could think about is your nice, warm fluffy bed at home.

“Yeah mom, ok well I gotta go… I love you have a good day!”

You hung up, slipping your phone into your pocket. Tightening your coat around you, noticing the misty cloud that appeared when you breathed out. Fiddling with your keys in your hand, manoeuvring the teeth of the metal between your knuckles (just in case).

It was a 20-minute walk back to your apartment. What could happen in the 20-minute direct route to your apartment? 20 blocks. 20 minutes. Head forward. Shoulders back. One foot in front of the other.

Stragglers lined the street; sleeping homeless people, drunk patrons who have called it a night and a few bold individuals walking their dog.

You’re not alone. Never in New York.

You reached block 12 of your journey. With the building above it under construction a makeshift tunnel of plasterboard and wooden beams was your path. Poorly lit by a singular low functioning flood light above but with the rest of the street cut off, it was your only option.

The sound of your boots on the floor was drowned out by the sound of drunk male laughter. “Not every drunk man is a bad man” you thought as you followed the sound hoping to make it to the other side unfazed.

The tunnel was narrow, and the group of men took up most of the path, leaning against the walls, huddled in a group. Taking in a shaky breath you approached them, eager to pass without being perceived.

“Hey pretty girl where you going?” Mission failed as the man snarled at you. You bowed your head, suddenly becoming interested in the tips of your shoe that was until the presence of another matched you toe to toe.

He had blocked your path, forcing you to look up. “Hey when a man’s talking to you, you respond.” His voice was louder this time, agitated. You had heard it many times before in men. Angry men. Men who always got their way by force.

You clenched your fist around your keys, feeling the keychain make indents on your skin. The man had an audience, and he wasn’t going to relent.

“Why don’t you smile a little…” His hand edged towards your face but shot away suddenly at an echo from behind you.

“Baby hey why you walking so fast!” A man came up beside you, wrapping his hand tightly around your waist.

“Excuse me guys.” He gave a firm shoulder nudge towards the man in front of you, pushing him the side. Frozen in fear you let him lead you towards the exit.

You both walked in silence to the next block, far gone from the narrow tunnel.

“Thank you.” You finally let out.

“Oh, foreign that explains it.” He mutters. The fear in your body had now left, replaced with annoyance.

“What’s that supposed to me?” You pushed out of his grip around your waist. Now face to face with the man who technically saved your life.

He looked down on you, while a little wayward in appearance, he was tall and handsome a scruffy beard curving around a strong jaw. Even with layers he looked as though he packed a decent bit of muscle, enough to push your average creep down if needed.

“It means anyone whose actually from New York knows that when you look like that you shouldn’t be walking around it at 3am.” He spits, cocking his head to side in a condescending manner.

“For your information, I’ve done that walk many times since I moved here and that has never happened. And since when is it a woman’s responsibility to reconfigure their whole lives so creepy assholes don’t have a chance to take advantage of them?”

“That’s not what I meant.” He pinched his eyebrow in frustration.

“Well thank you for very much again and I hope you enjoyed your knight in shining armour moment.” You continued to walk, leaving behind your handsome saviour.

“Hey wait.” He jogged up behind you. You stopped in the middle of the sidewalk.

“God you do walk fast don’t ya?” His joke was met with your scowl.

“Let me at least walk you the rest of the way home?”

“Oh so you can know my address and then break in and kill me?” You scoffed.

“I would of been happy with a cup of thank you coffee.” He rubbed his neck, smirking at you.

“I don’t even know your name and you want to come back to my apartment?” You looked at him like he had two heads.

“Well, it’s Nick, and if that’s not good enough its Nick Vaughan born 14th of June 1981. Professional failing trumpet player, full time adored son, part time knight in shining armour, and my social security number is 79-.”

You put your hand up to stop him “Ok ok I get it you’re not a murderer.”

“Hey you cut me off at the best part!”

“Oh really?”

“I’m also the guy who makes sure a pretty girl who just had to deal with a drunken creep gets home safe.”

You pursed your lips inward to hide the smile threatening to come up as he called you pretty.

“Fine.” You let out.

“Wait a minute…” He stepped closer, holding out his pointer “What if you’re…” His finger threatening to push past your coat and touch the exposed skin of your chest. “The murderer.”

“Y/N, foreigner, passport holder of [your country], professionally [dream job] but also full time, loving daughter and occasional victim of drunken creeps.”

He thought for a moment, looking up at the skyscraper above him “Yeah that checks out.”

He held out his elbow, edging you to thread your hand in it. You looked at his arm in confusion.

“You’re cold I promise it’ll make you feel better.”

You were cold and his strong arm was inviting and with your limited experience of his arms around you, you knew that you liked it and it wouldn’t hurt to be able to savour the feeling this time. You begrudgingly slid your hand through.

Nick: “Is it rude to ask why you are walking home this late?”

Y/N: “Pushing it but if you must know I was closing at work.”

Nick: “Alone? They make you do it alone?” His voice laced with concern.

Y/N: “I’m not 15 so yes, they make me, an adult women close up shop at the end of the day.”

Nick: “Remind me not to start questioning the independence of a clearly very strong-minded woman.”

Y/N: “You learn quick, too bad you seem to be 30 years too late.”

Nick: “3 sisters, so excuse the natural instincts.”

Y/N: “Fair enough.”

Nick: “How do you drink coffee from where you’re from?”

Y/N: “In a mug.”

Nick: “Funny.”

Y/N: “I know. Now my turn.”

Nick: “Shoot.”

Y/N: “Why are you walking alone this late?”

Nick: “I’m a musician.”

Y/N: “Yes, but not a vampire so…”

Nick: “Most gigs are at night as well as drunk people are more likely to give up their cash.”

Y/N: “So, you’re a hustler?”

Nick: “I prefer the term opportunist.” He smirked at you.

“This is me.” You motioned towards the front step of your building.

“It’s pretty late-”

“I should let you go-”

You looked at each other, letting out soft laughter.

"Thanks for walking me home. I guess I owe you that cup of thank you coffee."

Nick grinned. "I'll hold you to that. How about tomorrow morning?"

"Sure, why not?" you replied, surprised by your own eagerness.

"But you're buying, you know struggling musician and all."

"Fine.”

"Goodnight, [Your country]."

“Goodnight, Nick.”

As he walked away, you couldn't help but feel a flutter in your stomach. Opening the door to your apartment, your back hitting the door as you slid to the ground, grinning like an idiot.

A request where reader has big breasts and chris loves to put his c*ck between and fuck it. Boobjob, blowjob, spitting, nipple tease/pinch

Can't Believe They're Real

A/N: From one big titty girl to another; enjoy. 💕☘️

You pulled your heels off, supporting your weight on the doorway of your shared bedroom with Chris.

“What are you looking at?” You glared playfully at Chris taking off his watch at the dresser.

“That dress.”

“What about you it?”

“Your tits.” 

“You’re obsessed.”

“Rightfully so.” He came up towards you, undoing his top button. Leaning down, placing a warm kiss onto your lips. 

His hands going to your waist to pull you closer as his mouth drew down towards your chest. 

Pushing aside the fabric to reveal your bare double F breasts, bouncing for joy, now released from the confines of the fabric, supporting their sheer mass. 

“Jesus they’re so big... can’t believe they’re real” He murmured against the supple skin. 

“Not like you haven’t seen them before.”

“They amaze me every time.” He kissed your areola, narrowly avoiding the hard tip of your nipple. 

“Give me my milk momma.” He smirked at you, his mouth engulfing as much your boob as he could fit in his hungry mouth. He swirled around the circle, taking his time as he nibbled and sucked, feeling the nib harden in his mouth. 

You moaned in pleasure before you could scold him for the crude remark. 

“Go lie down on the bed.”

He slapped your ass, guiding you to the bed. 

Your hair fell back across the pillow, landing with a thud, as Chris nudged you onto the mattress. Waisting no time he mounted you, his lips returning to yours as he palmed your breast in his hands.

“So fucking beautiful baby.” He moaned into your mouth.

Sitting up, he quickly fiddled with his pants, pulling them down and moving his knees on either side of your chest. His knees resisting the gravity of your breasts to fall on either side, creating a gaping crater separating the two enlarged masses of fat. 

Spitting straight between the valley of your breast, he continued to lick and suck at the area. 

Grabbing a bottle off his bedside table, he squirted a small trickle of massage oil onto your boobs. 

“Fuck I have never seen a better sight.” He groaned as he massaged his favourite stress balls. 

You boobs glistening in the light of your bedside table. 

Positioning his cock in your valley and grabbing as much as your boobs as he could, he cushioned his cock into a cocoon of your tits. Slowly, he started thrusting into the glorious tight, crevice of your inner boobs. 

Deciding to support your lover’s adventurous endeavour, you forced your chin to your neck, opening your mouth and stealing licks of his bulbous head as it appeared.

“Jesus’ baby what are you doing to me?” You gazed up at him innocently as the speed of his thrusts continued. 

Not wanting to leave you out of the fun, he grabbed the hard nipple between his finger and his thumb, twisting ever so slightly back and forth like he was tuning a radio. 

“Oh my god Chris!”

“Shhh baby just enjoy it, let daddy take care of you.”

As he roughly manhandled your nipple, continuing his assault between your smoshed together boobs, he increased his pace, using your boobs like another hole in which he wanted to conquer.

Finally,  you felt the warm liquid release fall onto your chin, tasting the salty droplets that landed in your mouth, most of it forming a Pollock painting on your boobs, now featuring warm, sticky opaque streaks. 

Chris reached across grabbing his phone, taking a picture of the masterpiece he just created on your chest. 

“I’ll never get sick of these.” He purred

“You don’t say?” You quipped back, giggling at his infatuation with your chest. 

A request where ari levinson is married and meets his wife's sister, reader. she is a secret cam girl and is working in cafe shop. When ari found out about it, he wanted reader to give him "Service"

I’ll Take Care of You

A/N: I love Ari so this was a joy to write. BRING BACK THE LONG HAIR. Also the Camilla thing I hope everyone gets what I did there 😏  Hope this is what what you wanted and always If you liked it let me know!

WARNINGS: SMUT MINORS DNI. 8k filth, daddy kink, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, nipple play, rough sex, orgasm, P in V

Ari hoped to God his wife’s sister wasn’t as annoying her. Sure, she was nice to look out but she rarely put out and was a Grade A bitch. They had to planned to stay in the city she lived in for a weekend and 2 of his wife sounded like fucking hell. 

As he packed his bag for the weekend he was interrupted by the agitating, grating voice  

“Ariiiii!!!!”

 He gritted his teeth and forced a smile “yeah honey I’m in the bedroom”

 Camilla came prowling in the room, spotting his suitcase

 “Ha! No, you’re not bringing that… look at this it’s so old and worn.” 

 She pulled out his favourite blue button up, sure it was a little worn, but it was his favourite - who was she to tell him what to wear?

 He snatched it from her grip, “yeah no the shirt stays… come on… I love this shirt!”

 She made a scowl and shook her head in dismay 

 “Anyways, my sister said we can sleep in her spare room so cancel the hotel.”

 Great! Now she expects me to forfeit the grand he put down on the Hyatt. 

 He questions cancelling it in case he needs to escape the hell scape that will be the two sisters together. 

 Granted, he had never met her sister… only saw photos. She was a younger, better dressed and honestly prettier version of his wife but if her personality was anything like Camilla’s then he’d be turned off in an instant. 

 He threw the bags in and slammed the trunk closed. Buckling up with a sigh for what was going to be a long weekend. 

 They arrived at the sister’s apartment on the 3rd floor up with no elevator in which he expectantly carried all the bags up. He arrived at the door puffed out and sweat forming on his forehead. He dropped the excessively amount of luggage to run his hands through his hair. 

 “Don’t just dump them!” Camilla snarled at him

 “Sorry love” he returned a disingenuous smile 

 She knocked on the door and it instantly opened to her sister, but she looked different to the photos Ari saw scattered around the house.

 College had clearly made her bigger in a good way, her chest filled out her T-shirt gloriously and her shorts showed her delicious thick thighs, tanned from the sun, his adoring gaze on her was interrupted by the grating sound of his wife,

 “OMGGGG what happened to you? You look so fat!”

 You fucking bitch she looks better than you. 

 YOUR POV:

 You gave your sister a hesitant hug. “Ha-ha freshman 15 you know how it is.”

 This fucking bitch.

 With her in your arms you were able to get a decent look at her brooding husband who stood off to the wall behind her.

 He was incredibly handsome, more attractive than you’d think your sister would ever score. His thick head of hair rested just above his collar. He had a nicely trimmed beard and towered over you both, his head almost hitting the ceiling of your hallway. He huffed a strand from his head clearly sick of being your sisters pack mule. 

 He gave a knowing smirk and raised his eyebrows at you.

 Holy shit he can tell you’re staring. 

 “And who’s this?”

 “Oh yes, Y/N, you haven’t met my husband Ari!” She moved aside and he held out his free hand. His massive hand. You took it in yours and he squeezed it ever so slightly. Your heart jumped at the touch. 

 ARI POV:

 Holy shit she was checking me out. 

 Also seems like she finds Camilla just as irritating as I do given the scowl she made when Camilla had the audacity to comment on what I think is the hottest body I have ever seen. 

 “Come in, I’ll show you guys the spare room.”

 Won’t need it sweetheart I’ll be sleeping in your bed for sure.

 You settled into the modest spare room. Packing away your clothes as Camilla laid down and did fuck all on the bed. 

 Y/N appeared in the doorway leaning on the frame, peaking her head in. 

 “Hey guys I have to go to work are you two good here?”

 “We are fine sis, let us know if we can do anything!”

 “Um well my friend is driving me but I don’t have a way home and I’m closing so I might be a little late coming home cause I have to get the bus.”

 “Oh don’t be silly, Ari will pick you up after.”

 I didn’t know I’d be doing that but the further I’m away from you then fine. 

 “Yeah sure of course.” I smiled at her sister

 “Thank you I really appreciate that!”

 “No problem enjoy your shift.”

 I heard the front door close, and it was just me and my charming wife. Great!

 “Ari I’m exhausted after the drive I’m going to take a nap do you mind sitting in the living room?”

 Exhausted from doing fuck all.

 “Of course, love I’ll let you be.”

 I exited the room, turning off the light and shutting the door. She’ll be down for at least 4 hours the lazy bitch.

 Might as well look around now that I’m here. 

 Ari knew it wasn’t polite to snoop but what the hell was he was bored and had nothing to do.

 He ran his hands over all the Knick knacks on the bookshelf; the lucky cat, photos of her and her friends, succulents, and souvenirs from major cities. 

 She had good taste and he wondered what her bedroom looked like. 

 Moving across the room to the main bedroom door he opened it ever so slightly and peaked in

 “What the-“

 It had a bed. A table. A lamp. A clothes hanger – all normal stuff. But against the other wall was a pink velvet tapestry hung up over a black chaise sofa with a tripod camera set up in front of a ring light. 

 Maybe she did modelling or something. Fuck she’s pretty enough to.

 Ari spotted her open laptop on the bed. Dinging with notifications and he couldn’t help but have his attention drawn to the website pulled up, 

 CAMGIRLS.COM

 Holy shit.

 He quickly moved to the bed, closing the door behind him. Pulling the laptop towards him he scrolled through the page.

 CollegeGirl21 posted a new video 

 Ari couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw his sister-in-law against the very same backdrop in her room but instead of the t-shirt and shorts, she was in a low-cut lace bodysuit, a cat mask covering her face but the legs and tits were unmistakably hers.

 Temptation got the better of him and he played the video.

 Slowly she started to rub her pussy through the bodysuit, and he could feel the hard on forming in his pants. 

 “Bigboy1990 thank you for the tip, Daddy, this is for you” she spoke to the camera 

 Holy shit she was getting paid for this shit!

 Slowly she pulled the fabric separating her fingers from her heat aside and started rubbing her lips, tantalising slow. 

 Ari had to release the now aching pain in his pants, putting his hand in them he pulled out his aching member. 

 Slowly he fisted himself as he watched her hand move. Matching her speed. He had to admit she was damn good at this, it felt like it was just him and her in the room. Listening to the word daddy fall from her lips drove him crazy. 

 Fuck he felt like such a creep watching his sister in law get herself off. Defending his choice that if he wanted to he could just go online and get the video himself, only thing immoral about this in his mind is that he wasn’t paying. But the way she looked at him today he doubt she’d ever second guess if he asked her to do it for him in person. 

 Before he knew it, he was cumming all over his hand not even halfway through the video and she already had him creaming but it wasn’t enough,

  he needed the real thing.

 She got off work in 2 hours. No wonder she needed to cam she was probably getting minimum wage for shit shifts. 

 In that moment he had decided that she’d never have to work in that shitty coffee shop again, as long as he was getting his fix of her. 

 Ari hopped in the cold shower, washing off the sweat and cum. His mind filled with thoughts of her thick thighs on his face, her little kitty tongue licking his large cock, the intoxicatingly hot taboo of fucking his wife’s sister. He needed to have her.

 He did one final look check to make sure Camilla was still asleep in bed. Out like a light. Perfect. He scribbled a quick note that he was picking up her sister and to be a nice brother-in-law he was going to take her to dinner after.

 Yeah, more like eat her pussy but that’ll do. 

 He drove across town, parking in the baron carpark. Checking his watch, he realised she was 15 minutes from the end of her shift. Peering into the café from his car he saw no one in there besides her stacking chairs on tables. Now was the time.

 YOUR POV:

 The bell over the door chimed. 

 “Hi sorry we’re clo-.” You looked up to see your deliciously handsome brother-in-law walk into the café. 

 “Hey it’s just me.” He locked the door behind him. Weird but you didn’t think too much into it.

 “Hey, sorry I won’t be long just stacking chairs.”

 “Here let me help.” He moved across the room towards you and started to stack the chairs in the same method.

 “About earlier, I didn’t think it was okay Camilla said that about your weight, I should have said something I’m sorry. if it’s any consolation I think you look great.” He gave you a weary grin.

 “Don’t worry about it she’s always been a bit-“

 “Of a bitch?” The word out of his mouth took you back a little.

 “I was going to say judgey but that fits too.” You chuckled in response

 “Shit sorry, our marriage... its... it’s not great but I shouldn’t be talking about her like that to her sister.” He seemed exhausted. 

 “Hey no I get it, I’m the one who lived with her for 16 years. I was kind of surprised she came home with someone like you.” 

 “Yeah well our marriage was more of a visa thing… I’m not from here despite my accent and we clicked at first but now I’m not so sure haha.”

 “Ahh well that makes a lot more sense as to why she’s married to someone actually attractive.” Holy shit you did not just call him attractive. 

 “Well thank you, out of curiosity how much does this place pay you?” 

 “$8 an hour.”

“Is that why you’re caming for money?”

 You dropped the chair in your hand, and it fell to the ground with a loud thud. The air suddenly became thick, and you gulped harshly. Your mind spun with responses and questions. How does he know? Does he watch me? Has he always watched me? Is he going to tell my sister? 

 Ari moved closer to her slowly, picking the chair off the ground with one handlike it weighed nothing and putting it on the table.

 His hand inched towards your face, cupping your cheek in his palm.

 “You don’t have to do that ya know? I could take care of you.”

 He was so close that you could feel his hot breath against your skin. He smelt like soap and musty cologne. His calloused thumb rubbed your cheek delicately. 

 With a sudden bout of courage, you reach up and grab the back of his neck, pulling him down to your lips. He doesn’t hesitate, quickly returning the action, engulfing your face in his gigantic hands, and pushing you up against the table. 

His hands immediately go to your waist grabbing at your shirt to pull it over your head. 

You fumble with the buttons on his shirt desperately wanting to touch his bare chest. He frees you from your shirt and your boobs drop without the support of the fabric, he grips your hips and bring you close to feel his engorged member rubbing against your pussy. You reach between you two to palm his cock in his jeans, eager to free what is sure to be a massive cock from the confines of the denim. 

Ari quickly pulls away, his breath ragged “Is this what you want... me to take care of you?”

 “Ye– Yes.”

He grabs your jaw and pulls it up to look at him. “Yes what? Come on I saw what you call those fuckers on the website. What’s my name?”

“Yes, Daddy,” you tell him, big eyes looking into his dark blue ones, desperate for him to touch you again. 

He lowers his head to the valley of breast, sucking on your nipples, biting ever so slightly to elicit a grown from your lips. “Good girl” he grumbles.

“Please Daddy… I need it.”

“Am I going to be your only Daddy from now on princess.”

“Yes! Yes! I promise.”

“You promise baby girl?”

“I promise, Daddy.”

“Good girl, bend over.”

You’re bent over the table with your sister’s husband’s hands still on your hips. 

“So, fucking slutty for the camera, I wanna see if you’re like that in real life.” He pulls down your shorts, you wiggle your ass and Ari lands a spank on it, making you let out a loud cry.

“God no panties you really are a fucking slut, aren’t you?”

You nod in agreement not daring to speak.

He crouches down between your cheeks, admiring the glistening mess between your legs. He leans in, desperate for a taste of your slutty cunt. 

“You got this wet for me? Does it turn you on fucking your sister’s husband?” His words vibrate against your pussy. 

“Mmm yeah, all for you, Daddy.”

Ari, groan at your response, his mouth salivating from a mix of your juices and pure desire. 

He unzips his jeans, positioning his cock at your entrance.

 “You’re clearly not a virgin baby but let’s see if you can take my cock. You’ll tell daddy to stop if it’s too much though, won’t you?”

 “I can take it I’m a good slut for Daddy.” 

 He groans in response “God, you’re so good for me baby, you’ve earned a treat.”

You can feel his bulbous tip against your hole, he moves it up and down, mixing his precum with your dripping juices. 

Slowly, he pushes in his thick member, you don’t think you’ve ever had someone so big before as he moves his entire cock inside of your wet pussy. He pushes against your g-spot bottoming as he hits your cervix. 

Moans leave your mouth cs Ari begins his deep thrusts, loving the feeling of your warm hole wrapped tightly around him. 

“Your pussy feels so much better than your sisters, baby.” You whine in response. 

He begins to fuck you vigorously against the table, your tits hitting the cold surface, but it does little to soothe your hot skin. “You’re such a good little slut taking my cock.” Ari coos, but you’re a babbling mess as he continuously hits your spot. 

He reaches his hand around, pinching your swollen clit, the overstimulation causes the coil in your belly to tighten and your body to go limp with pleasure. 

Each stroke of his cock and pull of your clit makes you a quivering mess, begging for more. 

Ari pounds into you relentlessly. “You’re taking me so well baby, is daddy making you feel good?” he questions, leaning over you. His chest presses against your back as his mouth blows hot air into your ear.

 “Yes. Yes… Daddy”

 You manage enough strength to twerk your ass on his cock, curses flow out of his mouth at the sudden sight of your ass rippling on his cock. The movement causes his cock to move further inside of you, heightening the pleasure for you both.

“Jesus, don’t stop that baby.” With his encouraging words you bounce your hips on his member, sliding yourself on his length.

Your moans increase, without fear of getting caught or anyone hearing. He places a sharp slap on your ass.

“If you’re gonna make noise it better, be you moaning Daddy or nothing at all.” Unsure if you’re up to the challenge you stay quiet muffling your sounds in your arms as you lay stretched out on the table. 

“You gonna cum on this cock? Want me to fill you up with Daddy’s cream baby… is that what you want?”

“Yes, Daddy please!”

“Don’t cum till I say so.”

With that Ari increases his speed, his balls slapping against your skin, causing your ass to ripple from the intense collision. His grip on your hips tightens and you scream at the endless assault of your g-spot.

“Please, please, please” You beg him to give you the word so you can release the build-up in your stomach now threatening to flow. 

“Ok cum baby.” Ari’s thrust get weaker as he finishes inside of you, his sperm gushing into your hole meeting the mess that was your cum rushing to exit, he pulls out to a loud splash on the floor. A mix of your juices seeps out of your now worn-out pussy. 

You threaten to fall to the ground with it until Ari’s strong hands catch you in his grip, pulling you up with him, he turns you around to rest on his chest. 

You both stay in the spot for what seems like ages, catching your breath and waiting for your legs to return to normal. 

He pushes a strand of hair off your sweaty forehead, kissing it tenderly.

“Shit now I have to clean that up.” You giggle into crook of his neck.

“No, you don’t, you don’t work here anymore.”

“Ari, I can’t just quit.”

“Yes, you can. I’ll send you a cheque once a week, more than enough to cover rent. You just have to promise the only cam shows you’re giving from now on are for me.”

“But what about Cam-... oh, shit Camilla she’s going to wonder what’s taking us so long!”

“I told her I took you out to eat, don’t worry about her from now on she’s my problem ok baby?”

“Ok.”

Ari helped you place your clothes back on slowly and helped you into the car. 

You’d probably feel guilty about fucking your sister’s husband if she wasn’t such a bitch.

But for now, you didn’t have to work, and you had Daddy’s cock all to yourself. 

Miss you💟

I miss you too 🥹

…And writing but I’m going on a 2 week vacation (like a real one with sun and pina coladas) so I’ll get to clear my head and maybe when I’m back I’ll feel good enough to write again (which is the plan)

Sorry babies, it hasn’t been just Chris being a ho a lot of other personal stuff came up with work etc and your girl is BURNT OUT.

But I still ❤️ you all

hi do you write smuts?

Yep! 💕

Frank and his girlfriend reader bringing mary to Disneyland, florida for the first time

The Happiest Place on Earth is with You

A/N: This was a great excuse to watch Gifted again! Admittedly, I have never been to Disneyland but I did my research! Hope you liked the little twist I slid in there. 💕

“Ok so first I wanna go on Space Mountain, and then the Seven Dwarves Mine Train, and then Y/N, I know scary things freak you out but please please please you have to come to Tower of Terror with us!”

“Ok easy kiddo we haven’t even gotten through the Gate.”

Frank and you had taken Mary to Disney for the first time ever and it was safe to say… she was losing her mind. 

You waited in line, head strained up to listen attentively to Mary on Frank’s shoulders.

“I’ll go on the Tower of Terror with you on ONE condition.”

“What???” 

“You have to come with me to get a princess makeover at the Boutique.”

Mary groaned, face planting into Frank’s head.

“Oh, come on sweet pea it’d do you some good to have your hair brushed for once.” Frank pulled the legs of his niece. 

“Not for her you idiot, for me! I want to be the princess!” Mary’s face came back up and it light up in glee.

“Yes, yes, yes, Frank Y/N can finally be a real life, Princess!”

“Look at her Mary she’s already a princess.” He moved towards you closing the space between you to stealing a kiss.

“Guysss you promised to not be weird today.”  

“Sorry kiddo can’t help it; you’ll understand one day.” Chris pulled her down off his shoulders so she could walk through the barrier scanning her Magic Band.

Making your way through the gates, Mary was already hyper.  

“I did some research and the average wait time for rides is 36 minutes, with each ride lasting about 8 minutes, giving time for entering, being properly secured and then exiting...” 

She clicked her fingers at you two pulling your gaze away from each other. 

“Pay attention! Then exiting that mean’s we’d spend on average 48 minutes on each ride and since you promised we could stay here till 9, that gives us 11 hours… factoring in meal times...”

“Hey Mary?” 

“Yeah...”

“No more calculations today, have fun and get high on sugar like the rest of the kids here.” Frank patted his hand on the young girl’s head.

“Besides Mars we won’t have to wait that long.”

You called Mary, Mars because that’s where her head seemed at most days and also because you thought she was destined to be the first person on Mars.

One time Frank tried to get in on the nickname, but Mary quickly shut up him down saying it was a special thing between you two only. 

Heck, he didn’t care he was just glad she had a female role model in her life. You’d known Mary since she was 3 and you two, despite your differences in practically everything, got on like a house on fire.

“Why’s that?” she enquired.

Frank reached into his back pocket, pulling out 3 fast passes.  

“No. You. Didn’t.” Her eyes widened at the golden passes in his hand. 

“I didn’t but Y/N did.”

You beamed at your favourite little girl. As she jumped on you suddenly. Embracing you in a gleeful hug 

“THANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOU.”

“You’re welcome honey now let’s get started on that sugar… how about a… waffle?”

You didn’t think it was possible that such a small body could demolish Mickey waffles, Corn Dog Nuggets, Caramel Popcorn, half a turkey leg and a Peanut Butter and Jelly Milkshake all in the space of 2 hours. But that was Mary, constantly surprising you.

After your 3rd go on Space Mountain, you were finally able to drag the both of them to the Bibbidi Bobbidi Boutique.

“Hi y’all what will it be today a Princess makeover for the little one.” The attendant peered over the stand, looking down at Mary.

“No, I have no interest in dressing up as a make-believe princess whose dependant on a man to save her, but this is my adult Y/N” 

The young girl gestured towards you

“Unlike the princesses in the movies, she’s actually real and much prettier than the CGI crap you guys spit out. We are here to get a crown fitted on her head which is my uncle Frank over here’s poor substitute for a wedding ring but at least he has his wits about him to treat her like a princess, so some deadbeat doesn’t come along to steal her from him and in turn me.”

Mary finished her spiel, meeting the attendants face whose eyes were practically bulging out of her head, she quickly blinked looking from the girl to you and Frank behind her, you both met her with a nervous smile as most people aren’t used to a 7-year-old talking like she’s straight out of a Tarantino movie. 

“A crown would be great thank you.” You managed to get out through clenched teeth. 

“Over there in the corner.” The attendant responded still in shock at what she just heard. Frank’s hand nudging Mary to move towards the display. All 3 of you quickly burst out with laughter. 

“For your information young lady, it’s not a substitute for a wedding ring its merely a temporary hold until I can afford to buy her the biggest diamond in the western hemisphere!” 

Mary gestured you to come down to your level “I wouldn’t hold your breath.” She whispered in your ear.

“Don’t worry Mars, I have another thing to hold him down.” 

The two helped you pick out a shiny tiara with pearl detail attached to a headband with 2 pink puffy Mickey Ear’s bordering it. 

“How do I look?” You placed the headband on your head. 

You were met with big grins from both of them.

“Beautiful” Mary gushed

“Like I should start watching my back before some “deadbeat” steals you.” 

“Ok good we are ready for the Tower of Terror then!” You smiled nervously.

Mary was right, you really didn’t like scary things. 

As you got into the dark elevator, you breathe became a bit ragged, something about being cramped in a dark space with a bunch of people about to be propelled down an abandoned shaft made you queasy.

“Hey, it’s fine I got you.” Frank’s grip on your hand tightened. 

“Me too.” The little girl, looked up at you holding your other hand. Giving it a small squeeze. 

While you shrieked in terror at the sudden drop, the pairs hands never left yours and Frank quickly supported your weight when you felt you were about to fall over with fear. 

As you exited the ride Mary ran in front of you both turning towards you.

“See Y/N it wasn’t THAT scary.”

“Yeah, no it was totally fine... totally fine.” You choked out, hand massaging your throat as Frank practically carried you out of the exit. Both of his hands around your waist coaxing you forward. 

“Hey kiddo let’s sit down here for a sec and have a bite to eat.” Frank gestured her towards the table outside a food stand. 

When you were all settled and comfortable, munching a way at your 5th meal of the day. 

Frank cleared his throat. 

“Mary, do you know why we brought you to Disneyland?”

“Because it’s the happiest place on earth and this is where “normal kids” have the most fun?” 

“Yes, that but also because we might not be able to do trips just all 3 of us like this again in the future.”

Mary’s heart sank, her mind went to the worst, thinking you were leaving them, leaving Frank because he wouldn’t marry you. It was too late, and a deadbeat had already stolen you. She was about to lose another key person in her life and there was nothing she could do about it. 

Noticing the sudden sadness on her face, you placed your hand on hers.

“Mars honey, I’m having a baby.”

The sadness on her face was replaced with pure shock. A silence fell over the table, and you looked at Frank with worry. Before you could assure the young girl that you weren’t going to love her any differently, she left out an earth-shattering shriek.

“AHHHH OMG I’M GONNA HAVE A SIBLING! Omg we can play Legos and I can teach them Trachtenberg and we can go on the boat and-“

“Ok easy Kiddo let’s wait till it’s out her stomach first yeah?"

The little girl latched onto your neck, embracing you in a hug.

“I’m so happy you’re not leaving.” She whispered into your ear. 

“I’m not going anywhere without you Mars.” Tightening your grip around her tiny frame in your arms.  

“She asleep?” Frank questioned.

You looked behind you towards the passenger seat seeing the sleeping child, head leaning on her shoulder, slumped in her seat. 

“Out like a light.” You smiled. 

You drove along the dark road illuminated by streetlights, a couple of streets away from home.

“I’d say she took the news well.” Frank smirked at you.

“Well? She almost exploded with joy.” You laughed softly hoping not to wake her up. 

Frank took your hand, pulling it up to his lips, kissing it softly. 

“If you’re anything like you are now with Mary, you’re going to be an amazing mom, Y/N”

“I love you.”

“I love you too beautiful.”

He pulled into your driveway.

Opening the passenger door, and carefully unbuckling her belt, weary not to wake her he pulled the sleeping kiddo out from the seat. He held her over his shoulder, holding his other hand out for you to take as you walked into the house after another amazing day. 

Even about his carackter fic that they are not his stupid ass?! I was really waiting for that Nick vaughan fic. That sound so heartwarming and also that you decided it would be a serie

You’ve raised a good point. So for you, I will do characters 🥰 the series is gonna take a little though mama is tired 😴