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Joan Crawford in Female On The Beach (1955)

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Love Games Master List

Love Games (Dean x Reader) (Completed) What happens when you accidentally tell Dean Winchester you love him? You find out the hard way that Dean doesn’t like to let things go.

Day 1: The Incident Day 5: Movie Night Day 7: Dean Cooks Dinner Day 10: Baby Gets A Bath Day 20: Taking Aim

FANTASY

70s!elvis x reader

an: been a while, but i'm back! sorry y'all ♡ let me know if you enjoy this ^_^

cw: NSFW

sitting him down on his chair. you kiss his lips ever so gently and begin lowering yourself till your knees hit the floor. you wanted to show him your devotion to him. he could feel the love radiating from your soft kisses against his thighs.

"'s alright.. ya ain't have 'ta do this honey.." his strong voice purred. you looked at him through your lashes with a hazy and lustful look. your eyes clogged his thoughts and drove him insane. with one look of yours he melted like honey right onto the palms of your hands.

"i need this, elvis," you whispered, "i need all of you." as soon as you said those words, his breath hitched, and he could feel his cock twitching. your voice was sweet as honey, and your words oh so gentle.

"baby?"

hearing your nickname made you twitch slightly. you looked up to him, but a sudden blurriness distorted your view. "elvis?" you called out. everything quickly went black, a sudden thump was heard, and you were in pain.

"baby!" cheerily- yet concerned, shouted your friend millie.

it was all a dream, and now you have a bruise, but not for a good reason. that dream was so sensual, you fell off your bed. "oh gosh- millie.. good morning-" you groaned, as she helped you stand up.

it was all just another night of living your dirty elvis fantasy through your dream.

happy easter! 🐣

oh wow. oh.

dean winchester x angel!reader — first time.

warnings! mdni! smut. male masturbation. reader catching dean. female masturbation. mentions of oral (both m and f receiving). fingering. praising. first time. dean talking you through it. pet names. unprotected p in v (wrap it before you tap it). graphic language. dean has a breeding kink. grammar mistakes.

word count! 3.5k

you were just… so sweet.

so painfully sweet and innocent. and dean didn’t want to take that away from you. he wanted you to be that innocent angel, curious of everything as long as you could. without being scarred by an ordinary mortal like him. the fact you happened to love him out of all people still baffled him. but he wasn’t complaining since he was absolutely and utterly in love with you.

but then again, you were driving him crazy to the point where the ache in his pants was getting worse and worse, day by day, where now his hand wasn’t enough to satisfy him. at this point, he got cramps in his fingers and couldn’t squeeze them in a fist properly.

he needed you. badly.

and you were so oblivious to the effect you had on him. every time you brushed against his body. or when you were in his bed, curiously watching scooby-doo as you demanded he put it on since he told you it was his favourite show when he was a kid—and you wanted to know all his favourite things. or when you’d explore your boundaries, testing out some physical contact by randomly taking his hand in yours, tucking your head under his arm as you stood next to each other, cuddling together as you went to sleep or kissing.

christ, you were so adorable. he loved you so much.

and you were so good at stirring his cock to life, unaware of what was happening.

which was pretty much the reason for his current predicament. dean was making something in the kitchen, and as the curious little angel that you were, you came closer and snuck under his arm, so now you were placed between the stove and his body.

he inhaled sharply, his eyes widening as your plush ass rubbed against his crotch. it was enough for a red light to light in his brain, and his thoughts beginning to go haywire.

too close. too close. step back. step back, he kept repeating to himself.

but how could he possibly step away from you when you looked so gorgeous, just innocently trying to learn something new from your boyfriend? dear god, was he going to hell. again.

he looked down since you were shorter than him, which was a mistake. his eyes widened, and his mouth watered as he was met with the valley of your perky breasts, a deep cutout in your shirt doing only so little to help his fantasies.

not only that, but he did start wandering where you even get clothes LIKE THAT.

fuck, who was picking your clothes? stupid question, as if he wasn’t the one to do so.

the truth was that dean spoiled you immensely. now, instead of buying the newest copy of ‘busty asian beauties’, he was picking out some magazines for you to read. you’d look at all the pretty pictures—that’s what you’d call them, and point at clothes you liked. and dean would get them for you when you stopped by some shops. how did he know your breast cup size, though?

well, he was experienced like that. and he loved looking down at your boobs when you were sleeping in his arms.

anyway.

to complete the overall outfit, you were wearing those low-cut jeans that nicely accented your plump ass that he loved swatting as you went past him. and the way your white panties were sticking out just made him imagine his fingers slipping under the fabric and making it dampen as he—

he took a sharp breath. again.

dean took a step back after all, only to discreetly palm his crotch as he hummed some kind of response to the question you just asked him. however, he couldn’t think straight. so, making up some lame excuse, he kissed you on your temple and quickly went to his bedroom, sitting down on his bed and resting his back against the pillow, already propped up.

he rubbed the bulge in his pants, groaning at the feeling of his cock straining against the fabric. he couldn’t take it anymore. he fumbled with his belt and pulled his pants and boxers down, freeing his dick. his massive length sprung free, hard as a rock, already leaking beads of precum. he spat on his hand, not bothering to take the lotion out of his night drawer and started stroking himself.

he started off slowly, imagining that it was your delicate hand, your small fingers grabbing his dick for the first time, barely able to wrap around his girth. he imagined you gasping in surprise as you would start moving your hand up and down, letting him guide you through it, so you’d do your best to pleasure him. and you would—he knew it. you were such a good little angel for him.

dean groaned and squeezed harder, picking up the pace of his hand, his pants and moans getting more audible, but he didn’t care about it at the moment. now, he was imagining you taking him in your mouth. at first, you’d be too eager—you’d gag around him and quickly pull back with that sheepish smile of yours when you did something wrong. holy fuck. he’d reassure you, and then you’d try again, slowly, taking the tip first, gently suckling with your pretty plump lips he loved to kiss. then, you’d go lower and lower, your cheeks hollowing as you—

the door to his room slammed open, and his heart stopped. he widened his eyes and turned his head, seeing… you out of all the people.

fuck him (not that he would mind).

you entered the room with that godforsaken curious expression, closing the door behind you. then, you stood by the side of his bed, your head tilted to the side as you looked at him, blinking slowly, as if you didn’t notice his fat, messy cock, tightly gripped in his hand, with skin slightly reddened from the intense strokes.

“are you okay?” you asked softly, and dean wished that something could just kill him right now, his face as red as it could possibly get.

“yeah. why are you asking?” he chuckled nervously, quickly tucking himself back in his pants, even though it was painful at this point. god, he needed to cum so badly.

“i don’t know. you disappeared. and then you were panting and calling my name, and i thought something was happening and that you needed my help,” you just couldn’t be more innocent than that. “i was scared something was wrong,” you admitted shyly, fiddling with your fingers.

and gosh, he’d take your face in his hands if it wasn’t for one of them being covered in precum.

“hey, don’t worry, birdie. i’m okay. just needed—“ he sighed, straightening his back and trying to muffle a grunt. “some relief.”

“from what?” yeah, of course, you’d ask. your curiosity was picked up again.

“it’s nothing that you should stress your little feathery head with,” he smiled, adjusting himself, trying his best not to moan.

and you took a moment to look at him. you tilted your head as your eyes raked over his body, his twitching hand and the massive tent in his pants. you blinked a few times as that familiar feeling you didn’t know started pooling in your lower abdomen. ogling his groin, you rubbed your thighs together, and dean noticed that instantly.

so angels do get horny.

he swallowed thickly, his mouth practically going dry as he saw your face contorting in frustration as you swayed from one leg to the other, trying to get some friction between your legs.

that’s when dean decided that he wouldn’t leave you hanging like that.

“what are you doing, birdie?” he asked, licking his lips.

“i don’t know. i have this weird feeling in my belly,” you scoffed with a small pout. “like i’m excited or something.”

“that’s cause you are. you’re aroused, baby,” he hummed, reaching his left hand out to you. he hooked his fingers under the hem of your jeans, pulling you closer so you were now standing between his legs. he rubbed your hip and smiled softly. “do you know how babies are made?” a stupid question, but, he needed to know that you were aware.

“dean, i know what sex is. i just didn’t think angels could feel that. apparently they can, and i feel like that only around you,” you huffed in frustration while dean couldn’t be more ecstatic than that. you were horny only around him.

“well, have you ever done it?” he asked, almost breathlessly. it felt like the best day of his life.

“no. i didn’t have to,” this matter-of-fact tone only made the older winchester chuckle in amusement.

“birdie, it’s not something you have to do. it’s something you do to feel good. to have some fun with the person you love. it’s not some obligatory task, y’know?” he explained, squeezing your hip.

“like the pizza man?” you tilted your head to the side, and dean sighed. damn, cas, for showing it to you.

“exactly. like the pizza man,” a small smile on his lips as he leaned forward and placed a kiss on your stomach. “but my question is, do you want to feel good, birdie? do you want to do this with me?” maybe, after all, he’d take some of your innocence. but just a little…

you nodded your head, the ache between your legs only intensifying. dean smiled and stroked your cheek with his knuckles.

“good girl,” and then, he pulled you in for the kiss that couldn’t scream hunger any louder.

he was kissing you with a fervour that you happily returned, your fingers tugging on his short hair, making him gasp in your mouth. he’s tongue quickly dominated yours, tasting the familiar cavern of your mouth.

dean grabbed you by the nape of your neck, pulling you on top of him so you were straddling him. he grunted into the kiss, grinding his hips up into you. the massive bulge in his pants rubbed against your clothed heat, making you gasp so sweetly into his lips.

“fuck, i need you so much, birdie. can i have you?” he practically whimpered, looking into your eyes with so much desperation and pent-up feelings.

you smiled and nodded, placing a small kiss on the tip of his nose.

“of course, deano,” and it was enough to make him feel like he was on top of the world.

quickly, he spun you around, your back on the plush blanket as he made his way between your legs. his breath hitched as he fumbled with your jeans, slowly sliding them down. his eyes fell wide open, and he felt as if his heart stopped when he saw that your white panties were practically transparent from how soaked they were.

“you’re this excited, birdie?” he asked with a small chuckle, throwing your pants on the floor. he lay down on his stomach, right between your legs, looking at your dampened underwear as if it was the most beautiful sight in the whole world. “you’re so wet. for me,” he sighed, almost in disbelief.

meanwhile, you felt shy. you trusted dean, but it was something totally new, and you didn’t know what to expect. angels weren’t supposed to feel like that… at all. but then again, you fell in love with a human, so might as well go to hell with it.

dean started blowing on the dampened spot, his warm breath making you squirm, your thighs trembling. you tried to lift them up, bent your knees, but he stopped you, throwing your legs over his shoulders, scooting closer to your needy pussy.

“i didn’t know you were sensitive like that,” he chuckled and pressed a small kiss against your clothed core. you gasped softly, mindlessly moving your hips as if to grind against his face.

you were flustered and didn’t know what to do. which dean noticed and took it as his personal mission to make it feel good for you. he looked up at your reddened face with a soft smile, rubbing circles with his fingers on the soft skin of your thighs.

“i’ll make it so good for you, birdie. i promise,” he panted, and then, he practically ripped your white panties open. not that he was planning on getting rough with you—he just didn’t want to pull away from his new favourite place.

as soon as your pussy was bare to his eyes, he almost gasped in amazement. your pinky folds were covered in arousal, glistening deliciously as if to invite him to bury his face there. he brushed against them with his fingers, and then, slowly parted them open. he inhaled sharply through his nose as he placed his fingers on your clit, already feeling how swollen it was under his digits. he started rubbing it in soft circles, making you gasp and arch into his touch. jesus christ, it was like all his dreams came true in this moment.

“you have such a pretty little pussy, birdie. and you’re already so eager for me,” he muttered breathlessly, grinding his hips against the mattress as he was touching you.

his other hand moved to your entrance, his fingers probing it open, and then, he slowly slid one finger inside. you widened your eyes and inhaled sharply, sitting up and looking at what he was doing.

“shh, shh. it’ll feel good, baby. i promise. watch and learn so you can help yourself if i’m not around, okay?” he cooed, looking up to meet your eyes.

after receiving a nod of confirmation, dean continued. slowly, he started moving his finger inside of you, feeling your soft walls clamp around it greedily. fuck, he wanted to sink his cock inside you as soon as possible to feel you flutter around him, memorize his shape as it twitched eagerly inside of you, ready to spill his thick cum deep inside your womb, marking you as his. but first, he needed to prepare you for it.

then, he added the second finger, moving them in and out but also trying to stretch your tight hole for his dick. it could barely take in two of his fingers, so he was only imagining how tight you’d feel wrapped around his cock—which made it twitch painfully in his pants.

you were making such beautiful sounds—every shy groan, gasp or a whimper, sending him into oblivion as you watched him fingering you like a good little student.

however, as soon as he felt your walls begin to flutter around his digits, he slowly withdrew them, making you whine quietly at the sudden emptiness. he smiled and looked at you while his thumb was pressed against your swollen bud. “i know you want more, baby. but now it’s time for something better, and i want you to finish with me. but i’ll kiss that pretty pussy later and make you feel good again,” he promised, placing a soft kiss on your forehead as his thumb stroked your clit. you gasped and nodded, biting your lower lip as you looked up at him.

“i need you, dean,” you whined so pathetically that he felt he’d cum in his pants right at that exact moment.

he nodded his head, taking his clothes off at the same time, eager to sink deeply into your warmth. as soon as he pulled his boxers down, his cock sprung free, hitting his stomach. you widened your eyes curiously, tilting your head to the side as you watched it throb, precum leaking down from the tip. subconsciously, you licked your lips, your cunt only getting wetter. dean smirked cockily, getting between your legs once again.

“like what y’see, birdie?” he chuckled, stroking himself a few times, spreading the precum on his length.

then, he rubbed the tip of his fat cock against your dripping slit, coating it in your juices. finally, he nudged the head of his erection in your entrance, slowly pushing in, filling your desperate cunt. you gasped loudly, your eyes widening as you felt his cock stretching you out. with a whine, you leaned back on the pillow, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you let out a few needy whimpers.

dean grunted, feeling your walls flutter around him, trying to accommodate his size.

“you’re so fucking tight, birdie,” he panted, slowly pushing forward, trying to sink in fully, just waiting for the moment his tip would brush against your cervix. one hand was firmly holding your hip meanwhile the other moved to your chest, giving your breast a firm squeeze as he rolled your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, feeling it harden in his touch.

soon, he was fully sheathed in you, the tip of his dick pressed against your cervix, your walls stretching on his girth, already memorizing each throbbing vein. he looked down at you with a soft smile, stroking your hair as he moved some of it out of your already sweaty forehead.

“how are you doing, birdie? feels good?” he asked. he wanted to make sure that it was 100% pleasurable to you, and he’d stop as soon as he noticed even a slight narrowing of your brows.

you nodded, biting down on your lower lip. “yhym. y-yeah. feels good,” you sighed, slowly relaxing after the intrusion.

dean smiled and kissed you lovingly on your lips, beginning to move as soon as he felt that you weren’t so tense anymore. you gasped softly when he pulled out, the head of his cock still nestled in your pussy, and then moved back in. you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, your nails digging into his back, leaving dark crescent marks on his skin. he hissed and groaned in pleasure, picking up the pace.

“you drive me crazy, birdie. feels so good. so wet. i should’ve put my cock in you a long time ago,” he moaned, his hips beginning to slam against yours, the loud sounds of skin slapping against skin echoing through the walls along with the sound of your pussy eagerly slurping him in.

soon, he was pounding in and out of you, your lovemaking echoing obscurely to the point it was heard outside of the room, and you just imagined the look of exasperation on sam’s face as he pondered over getting some earplugs. but it quickly disappeared from your mind, your focus landing back on dean and his cock, basically splitting you open.

he threw your legs over his shoulders, wrapping his arms around your thighs as this new position allowed him to go even deeper. you were holding onto the headboard, moans leaving your mouth nonstop, and as he hit that sweet spot inside of you, you almost screamed, clenching around him.

“you’re gonna cum? huh, birdie? cum for me,” he panted, thrusting into you even harder.

you yelped pathetically, feeling a knot forming in your lower belly, your body tensing up as it was preparing to fall over the edge.

“yeah, that’s it. cum for me, angel. you’re so pretty. fuck, i love you so much,” he panted, freeing your legs and just holding your thighs as he made you wrap them around his waist. then, he leaned forward, crashing his lips on yours in a desperate kiss.

and that was enough to send you over the edge. you clenched around him and then relaxed as your juices started gushing out on his length. he helped you come down from your high. however, his movements faltered as he was close too. he shortly followed after you, stilling in your cunt as he spilled thick ropes of his pearly seed inside your warm womb.

he drew out your climax and finally slumped down, resting on top of you. he cradled you in his arms, his head resting between your breasts as his soft cock was still nestled inside of you, your mixed juices dripping out, creating a mess.

“god, you were amazing,” he said, kissing the side of your breast. however, you quickly slapped his arm, making him hiss and raise his head at you, a small pout on his lips. “ow, what was that for?”

“don’t say his name now!” you huffed, your cheeks red as if you were caught doing something inappropriate. dean chuckled and lifted himself up, peppering your face with kisses.

“okay, okay. i won’t,” he murmured, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck, just basking in the afterglow of your intense lovemaking.

after a while, he pulled out of you, watching his cum drip out of you. he smiled proudly and scooped some up with his thumb, pushing it back inside.

“just so nothing goes to waste,” he hummed. “we’re definitely going to do it more often from now on,” he grinned at you, studying your face. “you’ll be full of my seed every day.”

and once again, you had that curious expression on.

“can we do it now?”

dean was flabbergasted with how quickly you had recovered. but then again, you were an angel, and his dick was already hardening.

who was he to deny his little angel?

a/n: i didn’t expect it to be so long lmfao😭lmk what you think<3

༄♡ tags: @beausling @deanswidow @titsout4nicholas @a1ecmcdowell @figthoughts @aileenunfiltered @fitxgrld @angelicp0etry @hrtsoldierboy @deansbite @10ava01

#selfship till i die

babie ♡

dean going sooo dumb and floaty while u scratch his scalp and tenderly caress his face and rub his back! literally humming and nuzzling into you and it makes your heart ache so bad because your poor baby :(((( he js wants to be soft and helddd sooo deeply and he's sooo excited n content to have u dote and love on him, letting you see him in a light he had tried to smother for a long, long time. and you really see dean, so naturally you have to plant like at least a million kisses over his pretty face and smooth over his features gently with your thumbs and squeeze him tight tight tight. and now hes lovingly gazing up at you from underneath his long lashes with green doe eyes, pupils blown big n wide, and it feels like flowers are blooming in your chest. his cheeks are a deep shade of rosy red from blushing at your sugary affection, coating him in a syrupy sweet state of mind, lovesick dopey grin on his face. leaving a trail of sloppy kisses on your soft skin and trapping you under the warm heaviness of his full body weight, his puppy tail would be wagging cus his brain's just so happy and empty, the only thought on his mind is about how he's all yours, yours yours yours!

me maladaptive daydreaming about the most recent ff i've read (i need psychological attention not an iphone)

[ no one will ever know, how much i love you so ]

- it's only make believe ~ conway twitty ♡

HCs: Tony Montana and his Relationship with your Child

Original Message: “@woman-with-no-name :Okay I gotta jump into the kid interaction hype train. How would Tony be with a kid? 🥺 I just wonder since he wanted one so bad and he was so nice with those kids on the beach 😅 ly! ❤️ oh and take your time i know the Queen is busy with education 😌👏”

A/N: Y’ALL BE HAVING A LOT OF KIDS RECENTLY DAMN!! We love to see it!! But anyways aaa I am super excited to write about this :’))) Tony always wanted a kid so like…heheheheh this is FUN! 

Warnings: So even though this is fluff, it is a bit rough around the edges, and some drug use is mentioned. So read with caution!  

• Tony has always wanted to be a Dad, he knew this from a young age - settle down with a nice woman, have a couple of kids, live the American dream he always wanted when he emigrated to the United States.

• When he met you on the beach for the first time, he had to do a double take. He pulls his sunglasses down to get the full, unobstructed view. Thinking out loud to his friend, he murmured “What a woman, she would make a great mother, huh Manny? Give me a couple of real fuckin’ fine kids.” This has been on his mind since day one. 

• He pats his friend on the shoulder, giving him a look like “I got this.” Tony decided it was time to shoot his shot with you. And he hasn’t look back since. 

• Will be straightforward about his desire for children, and wants to make sure you share the same hopes and dreams for the future. You’re going to have some…pretty rocky relationship troubles if you don’t share the same desires for children. If you’re iffy, he’ll do everything in his power to help you change your mind. 

• Your ultra extravagant, ultra exuberant lifestyle will have to come to a halt with the birth of your child. That means no partying, no drinking, no drugs, such common stables within your party-filled lives up until then. 

• The Cocaine habit is definitely the hardest demon Tony has to fight. He knows he has to keep selling in order to stay on top of his game, and provide for the future family. But at the same time, Tony doesn’t want your child to find him coked up, or God forbid, his biggest fear is your child finding him overdosed somewhere in the mansion. So he knows what he has to do. 

• That doesn’t mean you have to give up every luxury of course. There will be some nights where you’ll drop your child off with “Uncle Manny” for a sleepover, so the two of you can have some adult time alone. 

• Oh speaking of Manny, Manny loves your kid! He knows he’s not a “real” uncle by blood or anything, but he loves being able to form a special relationship with them. He treats your child like a real part of his family, and you love that. 

• Tony would definitely get on Manny’s case with having kids of his own too, trying to get your child a playdate buddy.

• Tony is actually super good with your child, always being as attentive to their needs and wants. Even though he likes to spoil them, he understands that being a good father doesn’t just mean throwing money at the kid to make them happy. Similarly, he wants his child to be a bit humble even if he himself isn’t…  because Tony has that “pull yourself up by the bootstraps” mentality. Everything that he has, he’s worked for. Just because your child is growing up with wealth, doesn’t mean they still don’t have to work hard to achieve their goals.

• He wants to form a genuine, loving attachment with them! And the bond they create is practically inseparable. He talks to your child like he’s a normal person. I’m not saying he treats him like a grown adult. But he knows his child’s feelings, emotions, likes, interests, and tries to support them in any way he can. Tony never really babies them, or talks down to them. 

• Tony can be a biiiiit of a pushover though. When your kid gives him the puppy dog eyes, he practically wants to melt. It’s funny, watching someone as strong and powerful as Tony Montana crumble at the knees for a child. He’ll always call for backup, knowing you’re the one with more self control in the relationship.  

• Your kid will literally be the most STYLISH kid ever, they will be stunting on the playground. Tony loves to spoil them with the finest clothing. You try to reason with him, saying there is no reason for your children to be dressed up in Gucci and shit like that but Tony’s like… “okay okay I hear you…I hear you but look at the little shoes look how cute they look. Imagine our child in these shoes, their little feet!” You gotta admit…they would look pretty cute in those shoes. There’s a lot of meeting in the middle. 

• Speaking of school, your child tends to be a bit of a standout because of their parents. Which, many individuals do not allow their children to be around you, Tony, and your kid because of your lifestyle. They know who you are, they know what you do - It’s really no secret. So you, Tony, Manny, and the rest of your conjoined families are your child’s best friends.  

• I’d also see Tony getting your child a pet too, to also curb some of the loneliness they might feel. But it wouldn’t be a typical family pet, like a cat or dog. It’s gonna be some expensive, exotic animal of course. But your kid gets to choose, the choice is theirs to make! 

• If anyone tries to bully them, Tony will literally go to the schoolyard and threaten them. Nothing like, “I’m going to kill you” levels but he will basically tell a kindergartner that he will beat their ass for bullying his kid and make them cry. But Tony thinks they 100% deserve it. 

• It’s probably the most untraditional, chaotic, unpredictable family unit that could ever be imagined. But you wouldn’t have it any other way. 

SO CUTEEEE.. i need him 🤗🤗 this was teew cute

NO.1 ; a taken man is off limits.

You weren't going to let Benny go; you couldn't, you had heard among your friends that stupid trick of marking territory? if that's what they were talking about. You thought maybe it was over the top and provocative. You thought it, but then you started biting your nails nervously, turning your head while sitting on Benny's lap, you saw that. You saw the looks on the faces of those eager girls who wished they were in your place, but you'd earned it, it wasn't fair for someone to try to sabotage you. So you did it, totally discreetly, didn't you? Well yes, you started leaving things at Benny's house, among his things, his clothes and on his motorbike. You took advantage of that summer afternoon when you were both sweating body to body on his motorbike to complain about your scarf, say no more! it ended up tied on one of Benny's bike handles, your scarf lasted a long time there, curious looks from the vandals. It was a long time before Benny paid attention to your nervous look traveling all over his bike. "It's ‘kay, it makes me look more harmless" he said to you before kissing your soft lips. Your hair bows were also another story, tying them in his vandal jacket to keep them from ending up misplaced and lying in some corner, dirty. He wanted to take care of you, and everything to do with you, your hair scrunchies around his wrist, your hair clips around his belt fastened or your coat folded in his lap while you talked to the other girls! oh wow...quickly Benny Cross was crossed off the list of single vandals.

giggling so bad!

WOOHOO!! eva's first fic and it's the cutest ♡

- milkshakes & romance ᧔o᧓

it's the summer of 1955, elvis' record is popular over town and is still on the hayride. it's the evening, there's a knock at the door, a very recognisable knock. your mother opens the door to a boy in a pink suit with the most beautiful blue eyes you could ever see. "elvis is here!" she shouts up the stairs, you go down and smile softly when you see him, he smiles back. "hi" you say, looking up at him "hi, baby" he says in a warm tone. you say goodbye to your mother and go down to his car, he opens the door and you thank him. he parks outside a diner in town, opening the car and diner door for you. he says he will order for you and goes up to do exactly that while you sit there. it's insane, you two were in highschool together but you were to shy to speak to him, he's introverted anyway but it's still scary. he sits down, with two milkshakes. you begin talking and giggling at some things he says, he then asks:

"why didn't you say hi?"

"when?"

"when you saw me around..at school, i mean"

a small blush grew on your face, "um, i don't know. i guess i didn't know what you would say if i wanted to speak to you" he almost laughs, "i wouldn't mind, i love speaking to you. i love you" as he says this your blush grows more.

he brings you back to his house and you both talk and laugh. laying with your head resting against his chest and fallen asleep, he notices and whispers "i love you" and kisses the top of your head. he soon drifts off to sleep.

gladys says to vernon she's going to check on you both, she opens the door and a little light shines in. she smiles st the sight of the two lovers in eachothers arms, completely asleep. she slowly shuts the door.

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this is my first fic so sorry if you don't like it !!

oh how i loved this!!! <3

Crystal Tears

You know I loved to see Benny crying, he IS my weakness.

When you met Benny, you knew something; he was a very difficult book to read, the kind you have to read the same page about five times to try to find some detail or understand something. But you wanted to get inside, to know what every gesture or movement meant. It didn't scare you when you saw his beautiful wet eyelashes and little crystalline tears trickling down his flushed cheeks ;( His soft lips trembled and you knew he was yours, that you could finally start the book. You used to hug Benny tightly. You didn't know if you were afraid he would leave or you just felt safe (probably both), but Benny couldn't do it, no. His eyes watered at the thought of leaving you. You had done so much for him, you used to whisper pretty cute things to him, noticing that little reddish detail coming out of his soft skin, and you ran your fingers into his beard, stroking it as if he were something precious. He deserved that, he deserved to be loved, and Benny's crystal tears began to appear more often. Not because of something bad, no, Benny learned to open up, to trust, to know that crying wasn't wrong and never would be.

oh ;(

Austin now has two little people waiting for him at home.

I believe and trust that Austin wouldn't be clueless as a new dad, especially considering he has a niece just like Austin is very up-to-date on the news. So when he heard about the fad on TikTok of dads using chest support for cameras to record their babies and capture important moments, he thought it was cool. So the next week he came home with a professional mini camera and a chest mount. Austin is a shy and sensitive boy, he cried at the first tooth, word and little steps that were caught on camera. Being a father was a blessing for him and he couldn't ask for more I really think Austin is a boy who whispers in your ear whenever he can how much he loves you along with how thankful he is for the family you gave him, his first trip as a family would be to Disney, don't ask questions but even Austin could be the most excited.

I secretly think and imagine how adorable it would be to have the "couple" with Austin, a mini boy copy of him and a mini girl copy of you but with inverted personalities.

[ where is my friend smiley?! ⸜(*ˊᗜˋ*)⸝ ]

anytime i see elvis with scatter i think of this song 🤍

PLEASE AUSTIN FIC, i love u Lottie

Mr. Butler is an expert at stealing kisses.

I giggle and move my feet once I see Austin, he should just be ILLEGAL. Austin is definitely a shy guy, he doesn't want to neglect you in between his rise to fame, no, he doesn't. So he'll take you wherever he can, holding hands to go for coffee, paparazzi photos of him following you around Ikea as you look at things for your new apartment, which the two of you have recently bought and chosen with a glimpse of a future together ;( although he has already promised you a big dream house with mini copies of the two of you running around, and he intends to keep it, he's the kind of boyfriend who will bend down to fix loose shoelaces yes or yes, he loves you with all his heart, I don't doubt that Austin is a GOOD kisser, if that's what he is Austin will kiss you whenever he can, he'll bend down and kiss you, he'll pull you and kiss you, he'll hug you and kiss you. He doesn't care who's watching or what you're doing. He just wants to show you how much he cares for you, it's a cute hip grab that ends with your butt clinging to him, neck kisses. Yes, all in all, Mr Butler loves to kiss you.

this was so cute to write, i love you too bby ;(

HIS.

early60s!elvis x reader

an: hihi! this is my first time writing smut and posting it. this is just a little tease.. hope u like c:

cw: NSFW. using fingers for unholy tingz..

it was as if he could sense your slight uncertainty when he whispered, "let me do all the work princess."

his warm, strong hands groped your rear, causing you to slip out a moan. you yearned for him and his warmth; he was your drug, and you were willing to dissipate all your energy and soul to be with him.

you were his.

feeling him rub you through your underwear, you gasped. a simple touch from him could ignite the flame within you. he gently laid you down on the bed.

slyly grinning at your neediness, he spat, "such a needy girl, aren't ya, baby?" in response, you mewled. his voice sent shivers down your spine and gave you butterflies in your stomach.

lowering your panties, he sucked in a breath once he saw your wetness. he slowly dipped two fingers in, causing you to moan as your fluids quickly coated his fingers. his long fingers slightly stretched your hole as they teasingly slipped in and out of you.

a low growl came from his throat as he heard your slight whining, he unziped his pants and pulled out his hard cock. pre-cum leaked from his pink tip, and you were practically salivating at the glorious sight.

"wait," you whispered, "will it fit?" he smirked at your shy tone and concerned face.

his slight southern accent melted onto his words as he lowly said, "it'll fit, honey, you're made for it."

like we’re Elvis’s new girlfriend and he wants us to meet v*rnon and Gladys, so he invites us to dinner at Graceland😇😇and the era is like 1954-1960 or something

Lunch with the Presley family!

You know I think of a young Elvis and all I see is a tender young shy guy radiating talent, you were baking cookies when the phone rang. Elvis' voice brought news that made butterflies flutter in your stomach. In your excitement, you almost burned the cookies that took you all morning. You quickly wrapped them up, put them in a basket and hurried to shower. You wear your best dress, wear your make-up carefully and choose your favourite shoes. The tight curls of your hair loosened just in time for your mother to warn you that Elvis was already waiting for you. Clutching Elvis's hand all the way to his house, he kept saying how beautiful you looked.

Approaching his house felt surreal; you were about to make your first impression, you greeted his parents with a shy smile, and they warmly praised you a LOT. Throughout the lunch, you held Elvis's hand, and he didn't let go. His mother invited you into the kitchen, where you showed her the cookies you'd brought, which were part of the snack that day. You were convinced that every smile was genuine that day. Elvis reassured you, swearing that his parents loved you.

From that day on you would definitely start going to the Presley house more often.

this got deleted and I had to START over, I hope it's good ;´(

"You taste like the 4th of July..."

[ You Can Be The Boss - LDR ♡ ]

I finally finished reading this biography and I have to tell you, while it doesn’t make me admire or love him any less, it made me sad and furious. Actually, it broke my heart. According to this bio, he was a self-destructive time bomb. He consistently did everything he could to undo any progress that had been made to improve his physical and mental well-being. Obviously, there were people in his life, leeches, that liked it that way. They gave him what he wanted so they could, in turn, get what they wanted. Ginger…never wanted him. She and her family were there for money. Disgusting.

Dr. Nic was likely one of the people that kept him alive until he was 42, yet he was the doctor that was implicated in causing his demise.

He did a lot of things wrong, but he must have done a lot more things right. If this were not true, we would not still be listening to his music, watching his movies, and talking about him. He is a legend that left many stories across the music and film industry. He is truly a cultural icon.

im going crazy with all that benny stuff

I imagine what Benny might be like teaching you how to ride a bike, I don't know... him holding your hips so you feel comfortable, not slipping or hurting yourself with a heavy part of the mechanism o the seat itself and explaining things he knows you'll forget in the next ten minutes. I even think of Benny talking to you enthusiastically about motorbikes and you can only nod in confusion as you tend to his wounds. I'M NOT OKAY.

[ dear theodosia.. ]

happy EXTREMELY... LATE! father's day to the bestest daddy ever ♡

stop i love them so much ☹️🥹

᥀───🌷 ᥕᥣᥴ! ୭

my nn is moshi, i'm an elvis enthusiast from tx! in this blog you'll mostly see elvis as he is the loml. i connect many songs to pics of him and post 'em on here. i also like writing (and reading) so maybe one day ill post my own ff/oneshot.

ᯇ ιᥒtᥱrᥱ᥉t᥉:

elvis, 50s-70s music, makeup, and fashion, cooking, twd, spn, ahs, lana, bts, ts4,

that's it! tᥴb ⚡️

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[ moon river and me .. ]

~ this photo of him makes me feel all warm and giddy inside ♡

[ You make me wanna be like one of those girls from

the 1950's

Wearing those big pearls

I'll cook you breakfast

Coffee on your desk, yes ]

- Puppy Love ~ Lana Del Rey ♡

[ But you haven't seen my man...

You haven't seen him

He's got the fire and he walks with it ]

- Sad Girl ~ Lana Del Rey ♡

"Give me a kiss

Big daddy, you so pretty (So pretty)"

~ Ya Ya - Beyoncé ♡