legendarychrattgirl

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He's soooooooooooooo fucking handsome 😍

When a fanfic writer puts a nickname you think Is icky in their smut fic

Can someone please make a fan fiction about the once-ler from the lorax?

He’s so fine I’m squirting

Can he look at me like that pls…

family: “why are you just sitting in ur room smiling at ur phone?”

me who’s been reading smut about fictional characters for the past 6 hours:

*being obsessed with fictional blonde psychopaths is a crime*

me:

what being on your period feels like

Rodrick Heffley was supposed to be the disgusting character but ended up as the sexiest and cutest. (Tbh I really love his comic version too)

The prettiest man.

Hehehe I just love our shy man🤭

Characters: Late 60!Elvis X reader

Warnings/triggers: insecurities

Tags: @elvisalltheway101 @atleastpleasetelephone @i-r-i-n-a-a

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Elvis and you have always been very truthful to each other when it comes to insecurities. You brought that communication in the relationship and when he would come to you to ask if he looked good in his outfits, hats, whatever, you'd smile and tell him he looks good in everything.

Not in a nice, ‘because I'm your girlfriend’ kind of way, you genuinely think he looks ravishing in anything.

Even in a clown suit for crying out loud.

There are some things you don't know he's insecure about though, until one afternoon you were about to open the bedroom door and walk in. You catch the sight of Elvis sitting on the bed in his silky navy blue pyjamas, reading his bible…with glasses?

“Elvis?” You call out, cautiously pushing the door open seeing him snatch the glasses off his face and hide them under the blankets.

“Hi, baby.” He answers, looking over at you with a smile and clearing his throat.

“What’chu doing?”

You pad quietly, along the carpet and stand next to the bed in your pink nightgown. Glancing down at the bible in his lap.

“Jus' readin’... D-Did you need somethin’?” his voice, deep and rumbly.

You shake your head, gently picking up the book and straddling his lap. “Just missed you.”

Elvis takes his bible back from your hold, putting it aside and sliding his hands up your thighs, he hums smiling softly. “Hm?”

“Missed you.” You repeat. Resting your hands between your thighs on his lap.

He chuckles, squeezing your flesh a little. “I heard you, baby.”

You lean in to peck his lips and observe his face for a moment.

“Baby.”

“Hm?”

“I didn't know you wore glasses.”

The smile he had dissolves and his face turns beet red. Averting his eyes away all of a sudden. “What do you mean? I-I-I don't have any glasses.”

You tilt your head to the side, the corners of your lips poking at your cheeks. “There's no need to be embarrassed, Elvis.”

“A-Ah don't know what yer talkin' ‘bout.” He mumbles with a slight frown.

You giggle at his shy state and kiss his cheek. “Can I see ‘em?”

“See what?”

“Yer glasses.”

“What glasses?”

“Elvis…” You laugh, quirking an eyebrow at his eyes, hesitantly flicking up to yours. “Please?”

He grumbles slightly and starts to fidget with the silk fabric of your nightie. “I don't know, darlin'...”

“Bet you'll look real handsome in them.” You encourage, lightly. Nodding with sparkly eyes as he looks for reassurance. “Go on…”

He grumbles again and then sighs, digging underneath the blanket beside him pulling out the pair of glasses he's been hiding. Delicately holding them in both hands.

He gazes up at you again and you nod quietly, smiling to show comfort.

Then he slides them on and the sight makes your heart melt.

“Oh Elvis…” Gasping softly as he uses his index and thumb to adjust them a little with a shy little boy look in his eye.

“I look old in ‘em.” He mutters.

You frown in confusion and tell him otherwise, lifting his chin up with one finger. “No, you're so handsome.”

He whines a little. “Yer jus’ saying that.”

“Nonsense.” You say, reaching up to run your fingers through his dark hair. Grinning at how adorable he looks.

“Wish you were my teacher at school.”

You giggle. Placing loving little kisses on his lips as he groans and tries to take his glasses off.

“No…”

“Yes.” pulling his hands away. Playfully pecking his cheeks and mouth making him complain but you continue on.

“Baby!” Elvis carefully pushes you and turns his face away.

You start to laugh and peck him once more on the temple, earning a grumble.

Touching his cheek to bring his shy gaze to face you. Smiling gently.

You hum, earnestly.

“You’re the prettiest man I have ever laid eyes on.”

pretty self explanatory i think

Pov: when i catch y/n wearing something i would NEVER wear

thinking about perv!bsf!rafe when you’re sleeping…

(inspired by this loosely)

you were laying facing him, having gone to bed with you snuggling into the skin of his naked, muscular back.

he wakes up before you, as always. his body is stiff from sleeping in the same position all night long.

he gently untangles his limbs from yours, shifting his body to face you.

and oh, god.

when your right breast has fallen out of the thin fabric of the silk tank top Rafe had boughten you, your nipple hard due to being exposed.

he really had no choice. you were his sweet best friend, the one girl who made his dick rock hard within the matter of two seconds.

he shifts his body down a little bit, running the pad of his thumb directly over the hard bud, looking up to see if you were awake.

when he saw you were still fast asleep, his mind racing with thoughts, his cock twitching in his boxers.

he ducked his head down, flicking his pink tongue along the bud, almost moaning from the taste of finally getting some part of your gorgeous body.

pretty blue eyes flickered back up to your face, seeing your eyes still shut, mouth open just a little bit.

his chest was warm, stomach achy. he shouldn’t really be doing this to his best friend, but you hadn’t slept with him in all those years of friendship.

his lips gently enclosed around your nipple, eyes almost rolling back from how hot he was feeling.

he hadn’t even noticed his right hand drifted down to his dick, gently palming himself in his boxers as he sucked your hard peak.

your body shifted slightly, laying more on your back as you continued to sleep, unaware your best friend was tonguing your exposed flesh.

he was already close and he had only just started. his tip was leaking pre cum all over his navy blue boxers, hand quickly stroking himself as he gazed up at your pretty face.

his breathing was shaky, almost terrified what would happen if you were to wake up, how he would explain this to you.

but when your back unconsciously arched up more into his mouth, his cock twitched as his body trembled. he spurted hot semen into his boxers, moaning softly around your peak.

reluctantly, he pulled away, staring at your nipple that was slick with his saliva. and fuck, he didn’t know how much more of this he could take.

he slipped out of his king bed and walked into the bathroom to clean himself up. by the time he came back out, you were stretching and rubbing your sleepy eyes.

“good mornin’, rae.”

“g’morning, sweet girl.”