Hi. Sorry For Asking This Again. When Do You Post Nick Vaughan Series?

Random pictures of Chris part 4/?

➧ 𝐁𝐢𝐠 𝐁𝐨𝐲: 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐟𝐮𝐧

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | beefy frat!rugby player!Ari Levinson x nerd!reader

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | established relationship, size difference: 6’8!Ari. SMUT - minors DNI, rimming (f), spanking, dirty talk, daddy kink, dumbification, hint of dacryphilia, size kink, wet and messy.

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 | You’ll always be his number one fan.

𝗪/𝗖 | 741

𝗔/𝗡 | hi besties, here’s a drabble from this poll, i didn’t list it but wrote it anyway shh. There’s no masterlist for this au, everything is under #thick frat boy ari and drabbles are linked on my polls drabble masterlist (linked below).

˗ˏˋ𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭ˎˊ˗ ⋰˚ 𝐂.𝐄. & 𝐂𝐨. 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Shudders rock through your body and your sweaty skin sticks to the cold metal as you gasp for air. A sharp slap echoes through the room, rattling off the walls of lockers, and the stark view of the entrance reminds you of just how much trouble you could be in if you were caught. 

“You gonna come for me, baby?” Wet, sloppy kisses pepper across your ass, leaving heat in its wake, “Gonna come with daddy’s tongue in your ass?”

You whine, “d-don’t say it like that—” You’re cut off by a yelp when his teeth pierce into your cheeks hard, right where his palm landed a mean spank. 

“You don’t get to act all innocent now, not when you showed up in this.” He fists the tiny cheerleader skirt around your hips, the white fabric rolled up so he could feast. Your panties are another story and lying half-torn on the tiled floor with three letters hand-stitched on the back. 

He could fuck you against the wall, hoist you up in his arms and bounce you on his cock like a little toy, but his name was on your ass—he had to get his mouth on you.  

He showered before sneaking you into the locker room and he’ll have to shower again before you leave, but he doesn’t care. He can’t fucking care when his girl was the loudest in the crowd and holding up the cutest sign: ‘THE BULL/NUMBER 3 TACKLED MY HEART’ and the cherry on top was the beautiful bouquet of roses you brought down the field after they won. 

No one has ever bought him flowers before. He often wondered how the hell you were so adorable and perfect, and how he even got the chance to be with you. Luck. He was so fucking lucky.

Saliva is smeared all over his lips, your essence evident in his thick beard, and Ari is seconds away from coming but he forces himself to hold back. Under his towel, he squeezes the fat base of his cock, “use daddy’s mouth, fuck yourself on my tongue. Or is that too dirty for you?” He spanks you again and soothes the burning flesh with his rough hand. 

“No…”

Another slap, “then fucking do it.” 

With a quiet cry, you rock back against his face, your hands searching for something to hold onto but it’s futile. That is until you reach behind and fist his hair. You yank him close, pathetic uh-uh-uhs escape your throat with every thrust of his tongue that meets your grinds. His muffled groans send shivers up your spine, you can hear how messy it is back there. 

The tightening in your stomach intensifies when he traces your rim, slobbery kisses and suckles creep to your folds and creamy hole. He can’t resist tasting your cunt and grabs your hips, forcing you to arch your back, but then he gets a better idea.  

“Rub your clit.”

“But I l-like when you do it.” You murmur, craning your neck to look down at him, only the toes of your sneakers on the floor. “My fingers don’t feel as good, daddy.” 

“For someone so smart, you’re a fucking dummy sometimes.” He spits on your puckered hole then dips forward with his flat tongue, groaning lowly when you push back against him. “You want me to be sweet with your button, baby? Or do you want me to mean? Bully it, slap it, make it hurt ‘cause it’s so puffy.”

“Pl-Please be nice…” You sniffle, eyes rolling back when his thumb penetrates your tight wet rosebud. His other hand trails up your sticky thighs, teasing your slit. “I have an essay to do, can’t be hurtin’, daddy.” 

“No? But don’t you love it when I’m mean?” He gently spreads your slick to your clit, rubbing slowly and sweetly, “Don’t you love when your button is so sensitive that I can’t even kiss it without you crying? You’re so pretty when you cry.”

With every passing second, you sink deeper into that floaty pool of pleasure. He was to blame, he was always to blame. His raspy voice, his thumb pumping in and out of your ass, and his delicate touch on your nub. 

“I luh when you kiss it, daddy.” 

“That’s not what I asked, little cub.” He chuckles softly, nibbling and kissing your flesh, “it’s okay, you get as dumb as you want, daddy’ll take care of you.”

𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: mhmhmh big boys mmmh

𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞! check in tomorrow for a drabble about fuckboys!ari & curtis x reader !!

As always, I hope you all enjoyed this and I’d love to hear your thoughts/feedback !! <3 —  ☼ 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐊𝐨-𝐟𝐢 ☼

I don’t do taglists anymore. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐅𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 & 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲: @𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲

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. 

Imagine

Chris loves the feeling of sleeping on ur boobs

https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0580/0837/1362/articles/70_ff3f59ef-5c8a-48fc-a4b1-4435c34c0f82.png?v=1636438945 thats how i imagine then, honestly idk The size

And I wanna say that I love your writing and that I’m proud of you<3

Favourite Pillows

A/N: Aww I’m proud of you too. Wait can I get more little messages after requests its so cute. 

The Pic:

You were propped up in bed, Dodger at your side, glasses sitting lazily on the end of your nose reading your book. Covers pulled up to your chin, warm and snuggly in the sheets. It was almost 11 and Chris still hadn’t come home.

They were shooting night scenes and while you appreciated that were filming in Boston so he could come home after work for once, this was a late one even for him.

You heard the front door being opened and closed slowly, the sound of soft steps coming up the stairs. Dodger stirred slightly but then seemed to decide it wasn’t worth the effort and went back to his slumber on your lap.

Chris appeared in the doorway, peaking his head in,

“I thought you would have been asleep by now.”

You placed your book out flat in front of you, looking up at him through your glasses

“Can’t sleep without you.”

“I’m coming.” He slipped off his shoes and undid his pants, stripping down to his boxer briefs.

He whistled while he took off his clothes “Dodger. Bed.” With that the pup, lazily made his way back onto the floor and towards his mat near the door.

“More room for me now.” Chris smirked at you.

You put your book on the bedside table and opened the sheets that covered your body. Your thick thighs revealed a small triangular window of your hot pink lace panties. His eyes trailed up to the tight grey cotton tank top, which while stretchy and comfortable looked like a size too small as it hugged your chest tightly, exposing your prominent nipples and large mounds.

“Now this is why I like when we film in Boston.” He crawled towards you on the bed, getting himself comfortable as he kissed you before placing his head down on your tits, his favourite pillow, his warm large body swallowed you up as he distributed his weight on top of you, tangling his legs in yours.

With a sigh he lay his head down softly on your chest.

“Big day?” You enquired.

“I am exhausted and been thinking of this all day.” His voice muffled as he sunk into your cleavage. Being fully supported by the soft, fleshy melons. His beard tickled the skin of your boobs, as he nuzzled in between them, inhaling the scent of your coconut body oil and various other shower products.

You giggled slightly as you ran your hands through his hair, he let out a content moan as he enjoyed the motion of your hands gliding through across his head, slightly scratching his scalp.

In no time at all you heard soft snores fall from his lips. As always, he had fallen asleep in his favourite position. You turned off the light next to you and slowly shimmied down the pillows to lay comfortably, careful not to stir the sleepy boy.

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. 

UPDATES… UPDATES PEOPLE!

Ok so it’s Christmas Eve… Merry Chrysler!!

I’m dragging myself and 2 bags of presents solely for my nieces (my queens) to my moms house for another torturous Christmas 🥰

But I’m also bringing my laptop cause I have 10+ requests and 6 hours of travel so might as well write for my girlies. I won’t have all the requests done before the new year but I’m not leaving you guys hanging!

So, if you’re wondering “where is my request did that bitch Clover blank me?” No! It’s coming! I’m just slow and old!

But thank you for the love it’s been such a fun end to the year 💕

i was reading again and want to say well done. all parts are very well written. love the conversation in part two. any plan for writing for those two more?

Hey lovely! Which story is this 💕

oh oh i got inspiration request from sr. (rdj dad, netflix documentary) so could you write about chris evans decided to do a Netflix documentary movie from how he became celeb to how he met his girlfriend, reader.

Boston Boy: Chris Evans Doco

A/N: OK I HAVE BEEN THINKING OF THIS SCENARIO FOR SO LONG. I ADORE THE CONCEPT. Me being a very visual person, I was like... how do I execute this? It was gonna be gifs but then I thought no like let's get that audio visual thang going. So I present to you my shitty little video montage that I spent 2 hours on my laptop trying to figure out, scouring the internet for clips (they're not mine... clearly please dont sue). I kind of set it out as the single interviews, and then you guys getting asked questions by interviewers at home and then all those little scenes.

So when you watch my poorly done video, firstly, don't judge, secondly, imagine it as little home video clips of you. I HAD TO DO IT. MY BRAIN WOULDNT LET ME POST THIS UNLESS I DID IT.

Please enjoy xo.

1v1 Chris Interview

Interviewer: What’s one song that describes Y/N?

“Killer Queen. No question.” He smirked, resting his chin on his fingers.

< Video Montage of you starts with the music >

She’s just… yeah… you know you don’t meet someone like that every day and the fact that I get to spend every day with her makes me the luckiest man alive.

<Scene changes to you getting comfy on your couch, pulling up a blanket and holding a cup of tea. The room is dark being light by the various warm lights in your living room. You’re in your pyjamas.>

Interviewer: You guys ready?

Y/N: Oh, this is starting already! God, I haven’t even done my makeup.

CE: You look fine. It’s a documentary babe it’s supposed to be informal.

Chris pulled your feet up over his lap, settling in next to you.

Y/N: I still would have done my hair! I’ve never done an interview for anything besides a job, so this is a little different.

Interviewer: Just think of it as you’re in your living room chatting with friends.

Y/N: Alright shoot!

Interviewer: So, Y/N, I guess it’s funny because you don’t have a profession in the industry you had no aspirations of being famous and you’ve just been thrusted into this spotlight… what’s that like?

Y/N: I mean… it’s definitely different. And I’d be lying if I say I didn’t you know think on it and it’s hard because you have to really question is this guy, I’m seeing worth it? You know? That sacrifice of your privacy or your mundane life. Like yeah, the trips and the nice house and hotels and the events are all great and I can’t complain but you know you give a part of yourself up. That part of you that can go to the grocery store in sweatpants, the one where your whole life doesn’t come up when you google yourself. That was hard but you know I had to kind of follow my heart and I decided yeah you know; I really like this guy and why not? Sometimes you gotta take a risk and follow your heart and I’m glad I did it but I don’t think I’d do this for anyone else.

CE: Would you say I’m worth it now?

Chris smirked at you

Y/N: I’d definitely say you’re worth it.”

Interviewer: And what would you say is the hardest part?

Y/N: Well, you know no one wants to be disliked and that’s always hard to have that rejection but imagine that but from thousands of people who have never met you, don’t know you from a bar of soap who then go online and tell you that. You know that they don’t like you because you’re ugly and fat and you’re a gold digger. Let the record show, I have a really good job that I love so his money was not what did it for me. Especially, since I’m the one who always buys the coffees.

CE: That part killed me…. There’s this girl, you know, my girl that I love and she’s the greatest thing that’s ever happened to me and people are just going around online spewing all this hate about her, you kind of feel it’s your fault… ya know? She didn’t choose this life, I did but by extension it’s her life now. I just don’t think she deserves it. The gold digger comment on the other hand is hilarious, I think I owe her $1000 in coffees. She gets weird if I buy her a nice present on her birthday, she’s definitely not after my money.

Y/N: I wouldn’t necessarily say it’s your fault though like I knew what I was getting into, and I agreed to it getting into a relationship with you.

CE: It’s still not fair though. I have this need to protect her, ya know, that’s my job to make sure she’s safe and I can’t protect her from everything and that’s hard.

Y/N: I know honey I know.

You patted his thigh hoping the ease the pain in his voice.

Y/N: I’ve kind of grown immune to it now, these people don’t know me or my relationship so I’m able to kind of shut that out. It’s as simple as putting the phone down.

Interviewer: What’s the best part then?

Y/N: Not having to pay rent in Boston.

CE: Ya kidding!

Y/N: It’s a really tough market!

Y/N: No in seriousness, I live a really privileged life with the man I love. I had a great life before, but I think being in love and having a person makes you feel complete.

Interviewer: So, we’ll set the scene, an A-lister movie star comes up to you on a night out and starts talking to you… what’s going through your head? How did you feel? Starstruck?

Y/N: He looks like every other white dude, so I didn’t clock it immediately but when I did I thought I was being punkd or something.”

CE: Oh come on!

Y/N: No seriously and I’ve told you this I was super suspicious about it. Yeah sure, I’ve had guys come up to me in clubs but having someone who you know could have anyone they wanted, and you know I’m not the beauty standard, I don’t fit the mould of bombshell, I’m curvy and loud and I laugh like a drunk witch I just didn’t think that I was someone he’d be interested in.

CE: Speak for yourself I love your laugh.

Interviewer: So, Chris why did you go up to her?

CE: Well firstly, look at her. I mean I first saw her and I think that was kind of the first time in my life I ever got taken back by someone… I’m a big believer in love at first and I think I had that moment of “wow there she is. That’s the girl I’m gonna spend the rest of my life with.” and it’s not just her looks either she had this energy about her that was addictive and I wanted to be a part of. She was laughing and I could see the faces of the people around her they just seemed so entertained and engaged by whatever she was saying. She’s one of those people you kind of just gravitate to because she has that gift of lighting up a room. She reminds me of a quote I read once, she’s like a sunrise, she doesn’t care if you watch her rise or not she will continue to be beautiful even if no one bothers to look.

Y/N: He had this big grin talking to me the whole time and I thought oh maybe that’s an actor thing where you’re not allowed to stop smiling.

Interviewer: But you thought you were getting punkd…

Y/N: If not punkd, that he was kind of just looking for a one-night fling. Admittedly, I judged him. Definitely. I had read the tabloids, I didn’t understand why someone like him was single, it was suspicious.

CE: It’s because I hadn’t met you yet.

Y/N: Well, we know that now but back then I think I put a wall up because I didn’t want to get hurt. Getting your heartbroken by a celebrity isn’t just as simple as you block their number, his face is everywhere, I’d have to boycott certain movies. I’d be embarrassed by the fact that I trusted some playboy movie star and thought that I was special enough he wanted to be with me.

CE: God you were soooo wrong sweetheart

Y/N: I can admit that now! But yeah, it’s definitely weird trying to navigate his intentions. But he made it pretty clear from the start.

CE: She said no like 50 times.

Interviewer: You said NO?

The interviewer put on a faux gasp.

Y/N: I had my walls up I just don’t think I was willing to be fucked around by Captain America. But I think I realised he was being genuine when he was scheduled to leave to go to some other event and his people came over to kind of get him out and he looked them in the eye and said “no, I’m in the middle of something important.” I was like oh god this man is DETERMINED.

CE: You were important, I refused to leave you alone until you at least agreed to one date.

Y/N: We would of been there all night if I was more stubborn.

CE: Thank god you caved to my good looks and charm.

Y/N: Yeah that and you also promised me a pasta dinner… that’s my advice to all the girls watching never turn down a good meal especially if the guy is paying.

CE: I learnt early on good food is the way to your heart.

Y/N: And then every date after that he’d bring me chocolate like boxes of truffles or those big industrial packs of Reece’s.

CE: She loves Reece’s.

Interviewer: So how do you keep this spark alive? Seems like you two are really in love even after facing some challenges that normal couples wouldn’t.

CE: Sex.

Y/N: Chris!

CE: What? I can’t say that? Look I’m a man, who is lucky he gets to go to bed most nights with a beautiful woman I think that’s a really good part of our relationship that I can’t see going away anytime soon.

Y/N: Intimacy is definitely there that’s for sure but I think also even when you are away we are constantly communicating and planning to do things we enjoy together.

CE: Yeah, when I come home from filming or a press tour my first priority is making sure we have that time to reconnect whether it’s a week, a day or even just a few hours doing something with her and no one else makes me feel a little bit more human again.

Interviewer: Would you say your job makes you feel less human?

CE: In a way yeah, I mean, I’m playing another character 24/7 and I love my job don’t get me wrong but you’re on set for hours every day and then you get pushed into interviews and you have to be “on” all the time you know smiling and answering the same questions for hours. I think that’s why a lot of actors do seem unhappy and it’s because they don’t get to come home to someone who wraps you in this hug of quotidian. I’m Chris Evans most of the time but I come home and to her I’m just “Chrissy baby” and she doesn’t expect me to act a certain way, I can just be myself and pretend for a few hours that I’m just this normal guy coming home to his wife after a day of work.

Y/N: Girlfriend. He means girlfriend. We aren’t married.

CE: Not yet but it’s definitely on the cards. Sorry I slip up a bit, it feels like we are married but yeah no secret wedding or anything.

Interviewer: Have you guys talked about marriage and kids, we know Chris is set on a big Boston family..

CE: Oh, every day.

Y/N: It’s definitely in the works, Chris and I have a similar background in the fact we are big family people so it’s a no brainer that in a couple of years you’ll see me popping out babies.

CE: But for now, we are enjoying life just us and Dodger.

Y/N: Yeah, there’s no rush. It’ll happen though.

Interviewer: How many kids is the perfect number?

Y/N: 3

CE: 4

Interviewer: 3 or 4 which is it?

CE: My number is actually coming down from 5 but obviously it’s her body so if after 3 she feels up for one more, I won’t say no but whatever makes her happy.

Y/N: I need to see how I feel but I’m confident that Chris will be one of those hands-on dads, so I won’t be left alone with 4 kids under 4 running around.

CE: Oh, definitely not, stay at home daddy over here.

Interviewer: Seems you two have given lots of thought to it any baby names?

CE: The baby names are safely locked up in Y/N notes app but yeah, we’ve sorted that out.

Y/N: I’m not spoiling them.

You grin at the gorgeous man next to you.

< Chris’s voice over as scenes of you two moving around airports, packing bags and messing around in green rooms plays >

Life is crazy for me right now; you know with ASP and all these upcoming movies and projects. I don’t think that’s something I’d be able to do if I didn’t have her. She is singlehandedly keeping my engine running. Because there are days when it gets too much, and you have so many different opinions coming your way as to what you should do and how you should act. And there she is, right next to me or a phone call away and I can just turn to her. I definitely value her opinion above anyone else’s and that’s because I think she only gives it when I ask or when she thinks I need to hear it. She knows me better than myself so if she says, “Hey slow down.” I listen because she knows. I know its cheesy, but she is my rock, she is the calm I crave amongst chaos and a minute in her arms helps me get up to do another day.

She inspires me every day, the way she gets up and works tirelessly for others, pursues her passion and is unapologetically herself. They say you’re attract to people who have what you lack, and I think her confidence to say, “Hey you may not like it but I’m not going to conform to what you want me to be.” Is something I admire, and I think being around someone like that really gives me that bit of confidence to kind of shush the anxiety. There’s a certain intelligence that comes with knowing it’s not worth it to change yourself to appease others and that’s why when I say she is the smartest person I know, I mean that.

She’s not just my best friend, she’s, my soulmate.

Y’all some of these requests I’m getting… I’m gonna be in a meeting with my boss, my tumblr up on the screen, sitting there like:

Hey where are you? WE miss you!!! :(

Awww hi lovelies,

I have so many requests to get through but I’ve been having a difficult time recently 😢 but I like to remember it’s not a bad life just a bad week so for all the other girls struggling please know I am still active and you can reach out whenever!

You’re never alone 💕

I am still writing away as it’s so nice to log in and read all your requests!!! Plenty will be posted next week ✨💕