Lovers lost with letters found

When it feels scary to jump, that is exactly when you jump... Consider these letters a leap ❤️

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Querida,

Me and the guys are so happy you finally stumbled upon this letter. We all have been goin’ crazy trying to get it to you! We hoped to get this out to you before the holidays, but a few of us had a couple missions that didn’t go exactly as planned... But the important thing is we’re here now!

This year has been really hard on us all. We’re hoping these letters provide even a sliver of comfort to you. Send one, send a billion, talk to one or all of us! We’re here for you and we all love you so more than you know, honey. 

And... If you want to make your letters a little more... Risqué [which we wouldn’t mind at all ;)] just make sure you’re 18+, okay? We want everyone to enjoy talking to us, but we will have to move to 18+ only if we find out any youngsters are interacting with inappropriate posts, so behave for me, okay?

And lastly, as much as we’d like to take the credit for it, we really owe it to blogs like @thatortheschlong and @betterwiththewhip. [There was also a letter blog around here somewhere, but I guess the guy/gal headed off for an early retirement..] You don’t have to worry about that with us... The boys and I are planning to stick around for a real long time, just for you, cariño. 😘

Talk to you soon bebita,

Santiago

(Heya, the mod present and speaking here! I’m tagging a number of characters that I’m most comfortable writing for. Of course, if you ever want to request a character not on this list, just shoot me a message and I’ll do my best to learn about them and accommodate your request. Of course, I have the right to refuse any request I do not feel comfortable with [though I promise the list would likely be far and few between]. All I ask from you lovely people is that you give me some time and patience. I’m new to this so I’m nervous but also excited! I have every intention to put a lot of conscious thought and effort into each letter, so if it takes some time, I’m sorry but I hope the wait is worth it! The Pedro and Oscar boys can’t wait to talk to you so don’t be afraid to hop on in!]

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Nathan,

Can you believe it’s been 5 years? I can’t. So much has changed hasn’t it? since that night we met at that wild Copenhagen dance club. You were so cute and DORKY in your polo shirt. I will never forget how cocky you were when you asked me to dance... I had on the biggest freaking heels and I towered over you, remember that? You didn’t even bat an eye. Lassoed me in. So cocky... you still are and although you’ll never admit it, the children have humbled your high-flying ass.

I know this is corny and cheesey or whatever, especially considering the card this is in says “I love you Beary much”... with a bear. I hope your eyes haven’t popped out of your head from rolling too hard. I do though, I do love you bear-y much Nate-y poo 😉. And I know you don’t like anniversaries, or sappy sentiments, so thank you for indulging me, the same patient way you have done every year. You’re a privately thoughtful dude and your secret romanticisms are safe with me. Remember that time you built me a recording studio? Yeah that was 8 thousand times more sappy than this hallmark card. But then you said you built it because it was sound proof... you snarky motherfucker. I love you... bear-y much.

I know I bitch at you for a lot of things, parenthood is stressful, man! but I wouldn’t change one thing about you, Nathan. Not for the world. Well, maybe I’d give you better eyesight. But that’s it, promise. I can’t thank you enough for the direction and the motivation and motherfucking purpose you’ve given me. You gave me a whole family... well we gave each other a family, and even though you were nervous about one baby and we got TWO I think we are really knocking it out of the park. I know you still get scared sometimes. So do I. Again, your secret is safe with me. Remember last summer when Orson and Scully were learning to walk, and you threw out everything with sharp edges. Didn’t even discuss it with me. I will miss that Aster sculpture... priceless, and you donated it to the Salvation Army. Lunatic. I’m not even calling you out, it was so loving. I know how much you liked that Filigree coffee table, and you set it on the curb so our kids might not lose an eye. You’re a sweetheart in your own way and I love you. You’re such a good dad, Nathan (hey remember when I used to call you daddy and had to stop once that was Scullys first word! Not funny, but still so so funny). Not only are you a great dad (daddy 😉) you motivated me to be my best self and achieve my full potential to make that album, heck you basically made it for me, by building the studio and hiring the session players... and I’m still not so sure you didn’t pay Pitchfork to feature it. I’m not saying you’re lying... I just don’t believe you. Because you would. To make me smile you would, and if I didn’t outrightly FORBID you from buying me a Grammy, you would’ve done that too. Because I know you’d do anything to make me smile. You don’t even have to say it. I’m saying it. I see you, Nathan. I love you from that silver patch on the top of your head down to your toes. Speaking of which, I owe you a foot rub tonight so remind me after we put the kids to bed 😊

Love, your Hunny Bunny Tootsie Pop,

Danny

P.S.

I love you Bear-y much.

I had to get it in one last time!!

Baby girl,

Hey, hey, hey. Don't talk shit about the polo shirt. It got me you—didn't it? I knew you couldn't resist me (and my huge muscles) then. Throw in my insane dance moves, and you were guaranteed to be a goner. Okay, I was a goner too. You know those heels were too sexy for your own good. But fuck, I loved the times when you left them on. Maybe we can revisit them soon? (And yes, the kids have definitely humbled me but not my performance. If you need proof, I have plenty of hard evidence.) 😉

This card is pretty damn awful, honey, but I don't hate it because it's so you—or rather, it's you tormenting me so it's so us. And I do indulge you. But you indulge me too. And you understand that I'm absolute shit at gift-giving. It shouldn't have taken me five years to do it, but I finally built a shrine to you—virtually, of course. I can't call Bluebook my greatest life's work anymore now that this website exists and is full of you. I say I hate corny shit, but... I can't help it with you. You're worth every bit of corny energy I can muster. You know I love spoiling you.

Being a parent is fucking unreal. Never really imagined that life for me, but I'm so glad it's with you. You're a perfect mom (and smoking hot too). But you are a bit of a liar, you know you love my glasses... Feeling the cool metal nudging between your thighs. 😏 (Look, you knew what kinda horny energy you were getting yourself into so...) Okay, back on topic. If one of has given the other purpose, it's been you, baby. Before I was a fuckin' recluse. Going out dancin' was really my only contact with people outside of the house. My heart was closed off, cold, but you have exercised even more patience and worked it open. And it's only grown since we had not one, but two of the most precious things ever created on this Earth. I know I can be a little very neurotic, but I'm not exactly known for cuttin' corners with anything. That goes for keeping our little ones safe. And you. I know I'm not perfect (though I'm damn close), but I try. Everything I do, I'm gonna do to make sure you and Orson and Scully have the best life possible. Some times it might seem like a lot, but you're worth it. All three of you. I'm never gonna stop doing insanely extravagant shit because it makes you smile. And fuck, I'm a sucker for that smile. And while I didn't buy you a Grammy (that offer is still on the table, just saying), you deserve that and more. You're so insanely talented. A goddess (fitting since I'm a god). Our kids are gonna be the most talented in the world. Our little prodigies. I'm so lucky to have the three most beautiful people in my orbit.

Now... I'm shit at putting how I feel into words, and I know I don't say it enough, but I fucking love you. I love your smile, your crazy obsession with all things corny. Even if it makes me insane, I love when you torture me, or rag on me. I love your foot rubs, they're absolute fuckin' heaven but I think I owe you that footrub. Y'know what? I'll make it a whole body massage because you deserve it. You're the only reason I even know what happiness is, honey. I can't thank you enough for filling my life and my heart the last five years. I can't wait to see all the ways you harrass me in years to come.

-Nathan

P.S. I'm never gonna forgive myself for sayin' this but I love you Bear-y much too. (Just take my man card. I don't deserve it anymore.)

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Pls supply me with soft Javi 🥺 I keep having this recurring thought of him like calling me hermosa and gentle kisses and I need it 😭 -m

Hermosa,

I can hardly find the words to tell you how much I miss you. Somehow, despite the ridiculous fuckin’ heat here, my bed feels a little too cold without you, too empty. I wish I was kissin' you now. Something about your body caged in by mine, just close. I want you so close. Wanna feel the way your heart beats, taste the air from your lungs. I know... I don't say it enough. I love you, querida. I love you so fucking much that I don't quite know what to do with myself. Just... Come back soon, alright? I miss you. Eres mi consuelo de la tormenta. De mi trabajo, de mi mente. I need you, baby.

-Javier

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[I decided to try something a little different! This is for @martellthemandalor’s birthday which was a few days ago! Happy birthday, beloved! Hope you love it!]

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My dearest Evgeni,

I don’t know what romance is typically like back home, but in America, it’s not as great as it used to be. It may be old fashioned of me to write this, or it may be me romanticizing the romance of my parent’s generation where love letters were more common. Either way, I have always been better expressing my feelings through writing than through speech, and I hope that this letter makes sense to you.

Before coming to New York, I came with the idea that I would fall in love with this city, but would have no reason to stay. I have family back home in the West Coast and New York was a fantasy I had of falling in love in a city far different than the world I lived in. I didn’t expect to fall in love with the people, but I didn’t expect to fall in love with you.

Where do I start? I think it happened slowly without me realizing it. I’ve always had a love for history, and a part of me likes to think that fate wanted us to meet at Sotheby’s that rainy afternoon. I forgot my umbrella and decided to stay at the museum until it died down, and you were kind enough to guide me to the gift shop and find me a sweatshirt to wear when I was soaked to the bone. I remember coming home to my friend’s apartment that evening, telling her all about this sweet Russian man who helped me and didn’t turn me away even though I was dripping wet (okay I just realized that sounds wrong, but it’s not the first time we’ve had some rather spicy encounters). I didn’t think I would see you again when I came back, and each time I saw you, I think a part of me slowly began to fall in love with you. Your kindness, your smile, your soft voice, and those hands. Those piano hands are hypnotizing, and I often dream about you touching me the same way you touch the piano, playing a sweet ballad from me in a way no one else has.

This isn’t the first time that I’ve said I love you, and this isn’t the first time you’ve touched me in more ways than one. But I want you to have this part of me because I love you, and for the first time in my life, I’m certain that you are the man that I want to be with.

I pray that you’ll have me. You are the musician and I am your piano, waiting for your first note.

Love always,

💙

[I've never really written Evgeni before but I tried! I hope this is enough and does our sweet piano man justice! 🥺]

моя дорогая,

I remember very little of these... Sentimental things from back home. We are a quiet people. I know I am reserved like stone wall, but... It is different with you. I want to express how I feel for you, красивая.

I often think back to that day. A little beautiful кукла seeking solice from the rain—I could not let such a beauty freeze, no? Then I watched you explore. The... How do you call... Curiousity in your eyes. Thoughtful in each look of the art. Even from first moment, I wanted to know you more. I am hardly poet or writer, but I feel I could be if I write of you. Your beautiful hair, those twinkle eyes, your lips. I dream of you too, котенок— I imagine pretty little sounds from your lips when my fingers touch you.

я тебя люблю. I want you to trust me. I will take good care of you. Make you feel safe, comfortable, but also good. My fingers know their way around piano, now I want to know your body too. Want to know the right notes to play that make you sing for me. We can make beautiful music, кукла. Maybe I can show you what kind of music my tongue can lead you to.

-Evgeni

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Dear Santí,

I’ve had aunts and cousins who told me that while their husbands were away in the Navy, they often wore their husband’s jackets or t-shirts so they can smell them and feel them. I used to laugh and think that I would never reach that point because I didn’t think I would ever find love, that I would find somebody who would have such a hold on me that I can be comforted by the smell and touch of their t-shirt. But here I am, writing this letter at my desk with your jacket on. I always teased you before saying the only reason why I stole your jackets was because it was much warmer than women’s jackets and had bigger pockets (which is true, btw), but I wanted to carry a piece of you with me while you’re in Colombia. It smells like your laundry detergent and if I can pick it up, a little taste of your cologne, and it smells like you.

I still remember the first night we met. It was at one of Benny’s fights and Will gave me a ride since we were all going to meet at the ring. Benny had won and kept teasing me about introducing me to some “handsome fellas” who might convert me into joining the military. I laughed at him as we stood in the ring and told him that he would have to try a lot harder than that. I wasn’t looking where I was going when I was leaving the ring and lost my footing when you swooped in and caught me before I fractured my tailbone. I don’t know if you know this, but the boys always tease me about how I fell for you, but it was in more ways than one. I remember how gentle your hands were in helping me gain my balance, how you pushed my hair out of my face to make sure I was okay. You were so handsome and kind, and your eyes were so warm. I didn’t believe in love at first sight, but the way you caught me before I could fall made me believe otherwise.

I’ve always loved your willingness to help people. That’s one of the reasons why I fell in love with you, and I know that I can’t take that away from you or make you stay in the States when I know how much it means to you to make a difference. Even with your scars and flaws, I know you’re not a perfect man. But you are a good man, and it’s always hard for good men to be perfect.

You’ve always been so patient and understanding with me, and with the months that we’ve been apart, it’s as the saying goes, “absence makes the heart grow fonder.” Therapy helps, and I know we both have our own trauma that we need to heal from. But I want to be with you, and I want to stay with you. Even if the noise in my head is so loud and tells me to run, deep in my heart, the only one I want to run to is you. You have my heart in your hands, my love. Please take good care of it when you come home. I drive by your apartment everyday, and I always leave the light on, hoping that one day I’ll catch you in the doorway singing those Spanish love ballads that you used to serenade me with.

Love,

🎐

P.S. This may be old fashioned, but here’s a polaroid my sister took of me wearing your jacket when she took me to the beach a few weeks ago. I sprayed this paper with the vanilla perfume of mine that you like, so you can have a piece of me with you wherever you go. xoxo

Mi princesa,

As much as I tease you about wearing my jackets, I’ve always loved seeing you in them. Maybe it’s some possessive part of me deep down, or just relishing in the fact that it’s such a simple comfort for you. I wish I could be there to hold you now, but until I am... Anytime that jacket is around you, it’s a metaphor for my arms until you’re back in ‘em. 

Y’know, I always thought the term “falling in love” was a little... Crazy, I guess? Fish was the first one that said you literally fell for me, but when I caught you in my arms and met your gaze for the first time... I think I did the falling. It was like that feeling of falling when you’re trying to sleep and it jolts your whole body—that’s how loving you is; all-consuming. 

I do love helping people. And once I get this guy, help this community escape his hold... Maybe I can work on helping people a little closer to home. I’ve never really had any anchor to keep me stateside, but it’s different now that you’re in my life. And that you love me so purely, despite my shortcomings... I simply can’t imagine my life with anyone else.

Maybe this isn’t the best way to do this, but I’ve struggled to find the right words, the right time... And let’s face it— I’ve always been impatient and more of a man of action rather than making promises and waiting to fulfill them. I want you to move in, hermosa. I wanna spend every night hugging you close and wake you up every morning with kisses and whispered confessions of how much I love you. I don’t want you to drive by the apartment, I wanna find you in it. I already had a key made for you. It’s in my watch box on my dresser. You don’t have to decide now, I know I’m asking a lot, but regardless of your answer... I still want you to have the key. My home, my heart is open to you any time, baby. Te amo, princesa. Ahorita y siempre.

-Santiago

P.S. I’m keeping this photo and letter with me every where I go so I know you’re with me. I miss you so much, cariño. And you always smell so good... I can’t wait to bury my nose in your hair, it comforts me more than you know.

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Can I please have a letter from ezra? it can be as soft/as horny as you like :) 👩‍🚒

My precious gem,

I must be forthright in admitting something. I know we have passed many months together. You have taken delicate and deliberate care in tending to me when I return to harvest for which I am eternally grateful. But my little star, I must divulge that for some time, your soft and caring touches have evoked something rather... crude inklings from in the deep recesses of my mind. You have always seemed so pure to me, untainted by the alluring grasp of darkness that I have often succumbed to. And that immorality residing deep inside me wants me to ruin you. 

Oh, beloved... I ache to mar your beautiful skin with my marks. To grasp you so tightly, drag my teeth over your sweet, smooth flesh. My tongue throbs with the need to taste your ambrosia... The sweet honey between your thighs. I long to know just how wet you can get. I wonder if your body would bend and bow to my touch. How divine would you feel around me? What euphony I could pull from those soft puckered lips? But you are good. And though I desire to lull you into my devilry, it simply is not fair to you, my darling blossom. I hope you can still tolerate being in my presence. I shall try my damndest to be respectful of your space, vigilant in maintaining boundaries. I know I have committed far more wrongs than rights, but please... Do not judge me for my unscrupulous thoughts.

-Ezra

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Jack,

I don't know when you will see this, or if you'll even find it in the first place. I don't know where you are, or what you're doing. No one ever tells me these things, you know the whole Statesman policy about agent privacy. But that doesn't stop me from worrying. Everytime you leave on a mission, I'm terrified that it will be your last, and that the next time I see you, you'll be in a casket. I wish it was me on that mission with you. Then, at least I would be able to keep an eye on you and make sure you're safe. I know that there are probably better ways to pass a message on than slipping it into your jacket before you leave for a mission, but believe me, if I felt like I could tell you this any other way, I would have. So please, just read to the end of this letter.

At some point, I stopped seeing you as less of a coworker, or even a friend. I'm not sure when it happened, but it did. One day, I woke up, and I realized I was in love with you. And I think that scared me. It still does. I've been scared to confront how I feel. Everytime I look at you, it feels like I'm drowning, Jack. I can barely breathe when I'm around you.

You're always so quick to push people away from you. I was scared that you would do the same to me. I think this was one of the reasons I wrote you a letter instead of speaking to you. I didn't want you to push me away, too. I'm so sorry for what has happened to you in the past, I truly am. And I understand how hard it must be to open yourself up after all of the pain you have gone through.

But I think it is better for you to know how I really feel instead of me having to keep living this lie. If you wish you had never read this, then I will respect your decision, and never bring this up again. But... if there is even the slightest chance that you feel the same about me, then I would like to know about it. Please. Either way, I need to know. This is all I am asking for. I don't need anything big, no grand speech, I just... I need an answer, Jack. Anything is better than continuing to live in this constant state of unknowing.

I will see you when you get back from your mission. Stay safe. For me.

- S

Darlin’,

Believe me, I wish I could tell you. But the privacy Statesman provides agents is to protect not only those in the field, but those back at base too. I can’t risk you comin’ and lookin’ for me. There ain’t gonna be any heroics from you on my watch. I’m back on base in the infirmary so I had to ask Ginger to slip you this note... But I’m gonna be just fine, so don’t even worry your pretty lil’ head about that, okay? 

I don’t know what to say, honey buns. Y’know I’m usually the guy runnin’ his mouth but I’m scared I’m gonna say the wrong thing. I push people away for a reason. I can’t even lie and say it’s to protect you or anyone else... I do it to protect me. After the loss of my family... It was a lot to handle, even for me. I can only put on a brave face so long.

But I also can’t lie to you, darlin’. I love you. I can’t really remember a time I didn’t... But I don’t know how we’re s’posed to proceed here. We work together, and I’m not sure how diligently we can continue workin’ if we’re fixated on the other. I can already barely focus on anything but keeping ya safe, and we ain’t even together. I don’t know what to do, I don’t know what to say, pumpkin. But I know damn well that I wanna kiss you. Soon as I’m cleared by the doc and outta the damn cot, I’m comin’ to find ya.

-Whiskey

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Richard,

I’m so happy we’re able to spend tonight together. I’m slipping this note into your pocket while you finish breakfast, so you have a letter of your own to read at work. I packed you a sandwich and two more brownies, my love. Perhaps I should stop baking so much, as I end up eating the half of the pastries and cookies that I make for you. I just don’t like myself very much, mi rey, and if I don’t like myself, I can’t imagine you liking what you see either. You deserve someone as beautiful and wonderful as you are. Only when I’m with you do I forget that I am not beautiful, because you make me feel as though I’m the most radiant queen alive. I suppose I must have something, if you love me. You are the most wonderful man I know.

I’m eagerly awaiting your return home tonight. I know that you’re going to make love to me so passionately that I scream loud enough for the neighbors to hear. I want them to hear. I want them to know that my Richard loves me so well. I want to feel you for days to come. I’ve told you this before, mi amor, that you are the only man I have ever been with who has brought me to come. You lick me so diligently, like I’m an ice cream cone on a hot summer day. You work your fingers in and out of me so perfectly, it’s like your touch is magic. Your cock hits me so deep, like nothing ever felt before. Only you can make me feel so good. If I close my eyes, I can almost imagine that your calloused hands are running down my body, that I feel your mustache tickling me as you kiss down my neck. I ache for you, mi amor.

-🧁

Hermosa,

You spoil me so much. I enjoy these little letters we write to one another. I also love all the food you make. Everything is delicious. Please don't deprive me of these sweets 🥺 There's nothing wrong with us sharing them. You deserve a little something as sweet as you 🥰  And me? Beautiful? Oh no, bebita, your beauty far surpasses mine. I thank dios every day that you chose me. A beautiful woman who loves me.

I can't wait to feel you under me, squeezing around me. I've been deprived of fully appreciating your naked body lately and I plan to take my time. I want to taste every inch of your beautiful skin, including your delicious peach... Your juice is sweeter than any fruit, chiquita. Gonna make you come on my tongue, on my fingers, then on my cock. Wanna hit you so deep until your back is arching and you're muttering my name like it's a prayer. I promise I'm giving you all the attention you've been deprived of and deserve. I want you waiting and ready for me tonight, princesa.

-Richard

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Slight Hiatus Announcement

[Hello lovelies!

First of all, thank you all for the support and for sending your letters and requests in! It is so fun for me to challenge myself with different characters and it makes me happy knowing these letters can help anyone in some way!

I have my most recent dump queued to dump @5:30 EST (so in a couple minutes here). On that note, I will be away from the 7th-14th. I may be around to answer letters sporadically, but I just want to let y’all know ahead of time. It may stretch a little longer, but if it does, I’ll let you know! 

Much love,

x Letters Mod ]

[Edit because I completely forgot to say this but PLEASE continue to send letters/requests in! I will fulfill them here and there, or definitely when I come back 💖]

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i don't know the mod but i enjoy the characterloveletters blog it brightens my day so much to talk to the boys when i am having a hard time 💌💌💌

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I don't know who the mod is either, but they are very, very sweet!! I'm glad blogs like this exist!!

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Oh my 🥺  This is so sweet! Thank you to the anon who sent this. And thank you Amanda for doing this little event! Such a darling concept! 💖

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Mi amor,

Time stands slowly without you, Richard. Day in and day out I remember the feel of your lips on mine, your hands on my skin.

I miss you so much, hermoso. I know you called it a mistake—that you didn’t want a relationship with a coworker—but I can’t help missing you.

I know you transferred to the letter room to get away from me. That much is plain to see. Still, every day I hope I will see your face again. That you’ll return to me with more room in your heart. Perhaps I’m foolish.

Tell me you don’t want me and I’ll leave you be. But I can’t live without at least asking for one more try.

Yours, 🪢

Bebita,

You know as well as I do it's wrong for us to be together. Our focus should be on work, on the inmates, not each other.

I don't wish to get your hopes up, cariño. I still don't feel I can risk my job for this relationship. I like you, I do. I promise I didn't get the job in the letter room to get away from you. I wanted to find a more meaningful way to connect with the prisoners, and I have.

The universe, fate, whatever you want to call it is cruel. I finally find a woman, una hermosita to call my own and I can't. Maybe one day... If one of us ever leave this place, we can be together then. Until then, the memory of your skin smooth beneath my touch, your legs trembling around me is all I have.

-Richard

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Richard,

Mi amor, I’ve missed you so much. I wish we had more days together, but the night shift is kicking my ass. I left you some lomo saltado to heat up, it’s in the tupperware in the fridge. Please make sure you put it on a plate this time, mi rey, I can’t have you melting all of my good tupperware. There’s also two homemade fudge brownies in seran wrap on top of the lomo, but you better eat all your dinner before touching those! I want that plate empty before you take a brownie! If you’re still hungry after dessert, you can go into the tin of chocolate chip cookies I baked this afternoon. I know you love when I make those.

I’ll be home around 3am, and I’ll be sure to sleep on the couch this time. As much as I love pressing your body to mine, I hate waking you up when I go to bed. You need your sleep, mi amor. I have Friday and Saturday off, so I can go to bed at a decent time with you. I want to touch you again, mi rey, when we’re both awake enough to actually register it. I love our sleepy quickies, but they just don’t compare to making slow, passionate love. I hope you don’t shave before then. I love your thick mustache, and the way it feels between my legs. The way it scratches my thighs and tickles my clit when you lick me, the way it brushes against my stomach when you kiss my stretch marks. The way it prickles against my face when you kiss me. I would give anything to feel you now, mi amor.

Until tomorrow, 🍰

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Princess,

I miss you so much. I miss kissing your lips, and also your neck—I love to tickle you with my mustache. I know you're tired, and you work so hard but still take care of me. I promise to give you a massage with these hands you love so much when you don't have to work. I promise not to ruin your Tupperware, bebita. I know better now. I promise to be a good boy and eat all my dinner before dessert. (You spoil me so much and know me so well).

I want you to come to bed. The couch is not suitable for sleeping, mi corazón. Come to bed, I sleep better when you are with me. I can't wait for Friday. When I get home from work, I will take my time to kiss over every inch of your body, to appreciate every curve like you deserve. I won't shave, bebita. I want you to feel my whiskers against your sensitive skin, as I kiss down your neck, across your beautiful breasts, on your thighs, against your clit while I lick at your tight little pussy. Ay dios, I ache to fill you, princesa. I'm going to make you come over and over again until my mustache and fingers are coated in your sweet juices. Friday cannot come fast enough.

-Richard

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can i get some shameless richard pregnancy fluff thank you -🔮

Pudding,

I still can't believe the news. I know you only just told me yesterday about the baby, but I'm still in shock. There's no words to describe how happy I am. I never imagined I would have a baby, or a wife—certainly never one as beautiful as you.

I've been imagining all the possibilities of life with our bebé. I can't wait to sing to our little angel, read them stories, teach them about the simple art of letter writing. I love writing you letters. I know we live together but it's a way to keep you on my mind at work.

All I've ever wanted is to be a good husband to you, but now I hope I can be a good dad to our angel. I wanna take baths with them, wanna wash their hair, and feel the smoothness of their skin. I'm going to relish in the beauty that we've created, that you will bring into the world. Te amo, mi cielito. I can't believe my little piece of heaven on Earth is gaining another angel. 🥺

-Richard

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My darling Santí,

By the time you read this letter, you’ll find it tucked away somewhere in your room where only you could find it. You might be back in Colombia or stationed somewhere else, and I might be working or back in school. Right now, you’re sleeping quietly beside me as I sit by the window, making you think I fell asleep first. It’s 2AM right now, and my mind is spiraling.

I’m in love with you, Santiago. I always have been since the beginning when Benny first introduced me to you. I was barely out of college then when Benny had jokingly tried to recruit me into joining the military by thinking I would if he introduced me to you all, and I’ll admit, the first time I saw you, I felt so many things at once. You were so sweet and gentle with me. I ended up crying in my car that night because no man has ever been that tender with me before, and I always have the urge to pinch myself because I don’t know in what world I did any good to deserve you.

I know this isn’t our first sleepover and we’ve been dating for a year now. Hell, I still have a hard time believing that I’m your girlfriend since last week because you’re just .. you. We all have our scars and skeletons in the closet, and I wish that I knew the words in any language, either English or Spanish or Tagalog, to tell you how much I love you. We have our flaws; I’m not perfect and neither are you, but you are to me.

Tonight is just one of those nights where I can’t sleep next to you because the noise is so loud in my head. Maybe you’re not asleep and you know I’m writing this next to the window. You were always the more observant one in the relationship. Its just one of those nights where the memories come rushing back and I don’t want to bother you with this, but some nights when you have your arms around me, I feel like we’re drowning. That I’m an anchor who will only bring you down, and I have to cut the rope so you can swim. I want to so badly lower my walls around you and let you in, but I don’t want to scare you away. I don’t want to burden you with my troubles or have you see the darkest most scarred parts of me because I’m scared of losing you, Santí. I’m more terrified at the thought of losing you because of me, my own darkness and flaws than you in combat. I know we’ve talked about this before, how you’ve driven me to the therapist’s office and that it’s all in my head. I try to hide it because i don’t want to hurt you. I want to protect you from myself but somehow, you’re still here with me and I struggle to know why when you can have anyone else in the world. Of all people, you chose me. I don’t want to let you down or disappoint you or hurt you, and rather than telling you this because I’m scared, I’ll just write it on paper. It’s just noise in my head that I need to quiet, and even though my instincts and gut tells me to run away because I’m scared of hurting you and being hurt, I want to stay because I love you. I love you more than anything, and my love for you far outweighs my fears and insecurities. You make me want to become a better person, and I hope and pray I can become the person you see me as, and someone you can love.

Yours,

🎐

Honey,

Naturally, the book you bought me is the first thing I gravitate toward when I miss you. And I see this letter and I’m reminded that Colombia, my bed, even me—everything feels empty without you. If I’m being honest, I wish I’d never left, cariño. It’s selfish, I know—I have a real opportunity to help people here, but... I miss you. I miss holding your hand, hugging you to my chest, kissing you. I miss just being with you, near you. Everything is better when you're close by.

You're right, we do all have skeletons in our closets. After my time on active duty, I felt like I had to be strong, had to keep it together for the other guys. But I was crumbling. I had nothing to live for, not even Fish, until you stumbled into my life. I never believed in love at first sight, but ay dios mio... When I saw your face, caught you in my arms so you wouldn't fall... I can't deny that I felt like my heart would beat right out my freaking chest.

I know you're scared that I'm going to up and disappear. That I'm going to leave you behind, but I promise I'm not. I don't know how I lived life so long without you, but I know now that I can't live without you. You worry about your so-called "flaws" and "darkness" but they're not flaws to me. I'm by no means a perfect man, but I'd like to think that we meld well. Call it soulmates if you will, but I think our hearts were hand-tailored to find one another.

So please... I know your head is telling you to rub, but I'm begging you to stay. No matter how many times you need reaffirmation, I'm happy to give it. So please... I know your head is telling you to rub, but I'm begging you to stay. No matter how many times you need reaffirmation, I'm happy to give it. I love you, cariño. I always will. You are perfect as you are, and don’t need to change for me. I’ll be home before you know it. And when I do, I’m not lettin’ go of your for quite some time. That’s a promise I’ll definitely keep.

-Santiago

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Nathan,

I’m sure by now you’re wandering where I am. Don’t worry, I haven’t gone far. I just thought that you’d appreciate a little fun today, you’ve been so stressed lately, Daddy. So while you were out on your hike, I put together a little game for you. It’s a treasure hunt, with me as your prize ;). Of course you could just go back to work, but I know you’re never want to shy away from a challenge, right daddy?

I’m hiding five items of clothing around the complex. The clothes that I’m wearing as I’m writing this, in fact. With each item you find they’ll be two notes, one with some nice commentary from my and clues to the next piece, and a second blank one for you.

What do I want you to write on the blank note? Well, anything you want, daddy. You can write what you’re thinking of as you find my clothes, or what you’re gonna do to me when you find me, or what you want me to do to you. Really, the filthier the better (which is something I know you’ll excel at), because whatever you write on those notes? That’s what I’m gonna do to you as your prize when you find me. Whatever you want, Nathan, I’ll do it for you.

Which means yes, I’ll fulfil any fantasy, try something we’ve never done before, use whatever toys you choose. It’s entirely up to you.

Are you ready to use some imagination? Or do you think you’ll be efficient enough that you won’t have to imagine me naked and waiting for you for too long.

Are you ready for your first clue? Because I’m just dying to get this stuffy jumper off. Head to the cosiest part of the house, where the fire is open and the comfiest sofa sits.

Come find me, Daddy.

Your babygirl,

💎

Oh kitten,

Just wait until I get my hands on you. You’re right, I’ve been stressed. And what better way to relieve my stress than by takin’ it out on you in the comfort of our bed? 

You know what I’d really like to do? I wanna spread you out, and tie you up so you’re completely at my mercy. I had a new vibrator delivered a few days ago. I think I could have some fun with that. You wanna tease me with your clothes you leave behind? I’ll meet your teasing and raise you to orgasm denial, baby. You’re not gonna get to come until you’re a whimpering, writhing mess beneath me. Maybe if you moan real pretty for me, I’ll let you come on my cock.

I hope you are ready, kitten, because Daddy sure as hell is.

-Nathan

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~Letter~

Guapo,

I know I’ve never dared to do anything so bold before. Maybe I feel a bit braver now that I only have a week left in this hellhole.

I miss you. I miss the way your hands felt on me when you would guide me around the place. I miss the way your face would flush when you got stuck with guard duty during my shower time.

I think about you constantly. What your hands would feel like in other places on my body, against my bare skin. What that adorable mustache might feel like against my neck. I bet your lips are so soft.

I know it’s wrong. You’re nearly twice my age and certainly don’t want anything to do with me. But I wonder if you might feel something for me too. You always get so flustered when you’re around me, and I wonder if there’s a reason.

Yours, 🖇

Chiquita,

I really should not be indulging this letter. If they knew I was passing letters of my own making to inmates... I'd lose my job.

Are you really going to be free so soon? I should be happy for you, but... I do not like to think of being here without you.

Forgive me for my stares. I was... Simply making sure everything was secure while you were showering. But... Maybe I have thought about what feeling your skin without the barrier of clothes would be like.

I think about the curve of your back more than I should. The dip of your hips. Ay, hermosa, your hips me vuelvan loco. I've never wanted to touch someone so badly there. But I want to hold you there, squeeze you. Drag you back against me. Would you squirm if I kissed your neck?

I have a hard time believing you could want me of all people. You know there's guards who are much younger and... Well, stronger, thinner than me. But if you want me, I want you too, hermosa. Maybe I can take your shower duty tonight. I think I'll have to search you thoroughly though. Just to be safe. 😉

-Richard