#a love letter to jerry

[rosepompadour]

OONA & SALINGER, frederic beigbeder

Oona loved hearing from Jerry; she loved his letters. They were seductive, delicious, enchanting letters. - LEILA HADLEY LUCE He wrote Oona letters ten pages long while he was overseas in the army. Sort of love-letter essays, very tender, tenderer than God. - CAROL MARCUS

#release the letters you goddamn phonies ! ! ! #obviously i had to include oona and jerry in my literary love letters series but all we have is a spoken paragraph on youtube #this man wrote her ten pages every day #letters TENDERER THAN GOD #and we have nothing #give me the glass family material first and then i'm gonna need to see these letters #in the immortal words of seinfeld: #'the salinger estate is gonna dangle the unpublished works in front of me like a dirt farmer dangles a carrot in front of a mule.' #j.d. salinger #oona o'neill #literature #bookedit #*

[gregmarriage]

x files 1x08 ‘ice’ was so fucking funny for having mulder make a joke about the size of his dick in front of two other men, and scully touch a woman’s chest as part of a medical exam, then immediately share a lesbian look with her, that has nothing to do with said medical exam

#they both give off intense gay vibes i’m always saying this #even when they’re in a relationship together they’re gay hope that helps <3 #they’re so bi4bi coded #also lesbians #also trans #they’re every letter <3 #what the absolute fuck did they put in these two characters in 1993 they’re like crack fr fr #they’re one of those ‘straight’ pairings that were made for gay people except it was a accident imaooooo #anyways i’ve been in love with scully since i was a child and i’ve even more in love with her now #i love her and her fuckass bob <3 #mulder my best friend mulder #girlboy supreme #the fucking thing he says in the jersey devil ep where he’s like ‘millions of years of evolution and she’s the same as you or me’ #i’m paraphrasing obviously imao #and i know hes supposed to mean the jersey devil girl isn’t different from them because she’s still a person etc #but it also just makes it sound like mulder is calling himself a girl #also his whole thing with jerry in 1x07 #‘we worked together.’ ‘worked together? we were partners’ cue extremely awkward mulder face #just the way he is with jerry the entire time and seems to go beyond being ex partners in the regular sense #something something do you think they explored each other’s bodies #and in true bury your gays fashion jerry dies in the same episode #IMAOOOO ANYWAYSSSSSS #i love you goofy 90’s alien show <3 #gwen rambles #gwenposting #gwen watches stuff #(gay se)x files posting

[jerry-loves-you]

Send me audios of moaning and call it love letters

#jerry-talks #text post #love letters #voice kink #audio

[mitjalovse]

Are some musicians really that bad at making the long play records? No, I don't think this might be the answer, I would claim some just didn't see the use of them. For instance, Elvis did release a lot of albums, but many of them are just a couple of hits and some filler put together. Still, we shouldn't see this as something bad, we must understand the context – Mr. Presley had a set of different priorities, he wasn't Sinatra with his song cycles, but I believe he would've been open to something like that, had he lived. Moreover, the ramshackle feeling of his platters does cause us to miss a multitude of gems, including the one on the link. Yes, that might be the biggest tragedy of those players who didn't put much effort into their LPs, some of their great tunes became ignored.

#elvis presley #love letters from elvis #i'll never know #james burton #chip young #charlie hodge #norbert putnam #david briggs #jerry carrigan #charlie mccoy #the imperials quartet #jim murray #armond morales #terry blackwood #joe moscheo #greg gordon #frederick karger #sid wayne #ben weisman #felton jarvis #70's music #rock

[chaos0pikachu]

one of my favorite scenes in all of word of honor is episode 14 at exactly the 2min mark where ye baiyi shows up and is like "you're my idiot students idiot stupid idiocity is generational anyway strip my Immortal Daddy sense tells me you ill as fuck" and zhou zishu is like "you want me to STRIP in the middle of the HOTEL LOBBY???" and YBY is like, "god millennials these days" and then they fight and YBY rips a piece of ZZS's undershirt off and the camera pans to it gently fluttering in the wind like it's the last love letter of a jane austen char got from their beloved with news they died in the war as they gaze over the cliffside over the stormy ocean and then BAM Wen KeXing shows up like a jerry springer guest from the side door and is like "UNHAND MY BELOVED THE REASON MY HEART BEATS EACH MORNING WHEN THE SUN RISES" and catches ZZS by his tiny waist to dramatic spin for extra fruit flavor and YBY is like "who the fuck invited this twink?" and then they fight and it explodes a river and shit and ZZS is like "omg you're gonna wake up the whole neighborhood!!" and YBY is like "I'm literally to Daddy to be dealing with this shit just strip so I can diagnose your martial arts cancer" and WKX is like "MY BABY HAS CANCER???" and tries to strip ZZS himself and ZZS is like "what in the fucking 90s shojo manga by Yu Watase Fushigi Yugi shit is this we're in a CLAMP manga stop pulling at my clothes!!!!" and then just to be extra dramatic and Gay (tm) ZZS rips open his own shirt to reveal *gasp* three nipples nails of martial arts cancer and YBY is just like "damn bae you fucked" and WKX has a complete Gay Breakdown

#word of honor #wenzhou #chaos pikachu speaks #this show must be consumed with the knowledge that it's campy and fun and gay #not seriously ignore all the serious bits of the show they're boring and unfun #pikachu's chaotic recaps

[ssamchu]

I know you love me back, even if you don’t show it (kim chaewon x f!reader)

   ⋅`🦦` ..⃗. } ⎧ ୧Just chaewon rejecting Yn's love and once jealous for rejecting it –72k views

▸ clip one

While chaewon started the live, Yn and Eunchae were playing halli galli (there is no one more competitive than those two)

Yah! calm down!!! the live has started! said Chaewon with her adorable angry tone. sorry my bae, let me make it up to you. Yn spoke while her mouth was preparing to form a kiss.

Eunchae meanwhile burst out laughing and Chaewon slapped her arm with a disgusted face.

Ouch! oh my heart has broken into a thousand pieces, god please eunchae help me. spoke Yn overreacting, throwing half of her body on the younger one, The leader rolled her eyes at her.

Leave manchae alone and stop overreacting Choi. At the naming of her last name, Yn sat down while striking a military pose.

at your service, unnie.

▸ clip two

While Leniverse was being filmed, Yn was on a mission to kiss all the members. It was no big deal for her because she always tried to do it, even the other members let her do it, except Chaewon.

While the girls were busy doing other missions, she approached Kazuha, Sakura, Yunjin and Eunchae, leaving Chaewon for the end and the members decided to watch the funny tom and Jerry-like scene unnieeee, come here said the girl with a slightly scary tone.

No! I hate it, get away from me. Chaewon shouted as she watched her friend slowly approaching. Yah! You come any closer and I'll throw this at you. She said while showing her toothpaste in her hand.

WHY ARE YOU EXAGGERATING? IT'S JUST A KISS, I NEED TO FINISH THIS MISSION AND I'M NOT GOING TO LET YOU, UNNIE, RUIN IT. Yn yelled back, grabbing a pillow to cover herself if Chaewon kept her word.

Seeing her grab a pillow, Chaewon thought Yn had given up, she calmed down as she turned around but that was a big mistake because before doing it, Yn jumped up wrapping her arms around her body as she tried to kiss her cheek until she did it and the traitorous camera showed a totally red Chaewon lying on the floor.

▸ clip three

They were in the waiting room at music bank while Chaewon was filming her daily vlog, they were on UNFORGIVEN promotions and they schedule was totally full, so much that on the side of the camera shot, Yn appears sleeping on the couch while Yunjin was taking photos of her.

Ah, Yn loves to sleep whispered while looking at the pictures she had taken, approaching Chaewon to show them, cute, isn't her? she asked to which the short-haired girl remained silent and made a disgusted face.

YAH UNNIE I SAW YOU. oh Yn woke up.

▸ clip four

So, guys, here we are, the UNFORGIVEN photo shoot features Yn in an outfit that showed off her abs. Guys, don't you think I have the best abs? I learned from Kazuha, I've been working out with her for months, it helped me. She said with a smile on her face.

Oh! look, chaewon unnie finished her shots, let's see them. she speculated as she walked towards chaewon who was checking her own shots.

ohhh cute, hot, pretty, yeah yeah I like it, you ate chaewonnie. The leader meanwhile, rolled her eyes before saying I know Yn, I know.

I think I like you unnie said the youngest one there as she kissed the screen where the pictures were. ahhh...Yn...what are you saying??? Chaewon said because of how shameless her member was.

▸ clip five

It's Valentine's Day and the members were doing a live for it, now, the girls choose a member to make chocolates and a letter.

uh- I don't know, I think I'm going to choose Yunjin. Yn said and Chaewon's neck almost broke hearing it, it was the first time she didn't choose her, even in izone she chose her, she wanted to ask why she didn't choose her but thank god, sakura asked since it was totally sudden for everyone.

Chaewon unnie wouldn't want a gift from me. Yn said jokingly and rolling her eyes.

NO! I want!!! Chaewon said almost shouting while everyone jumped from their place due to the leader's sudden behavior.

no, unnie, she chose me. Yunjin spoke knowing that she would make her angry. Yah! Yn, choose me. The girl said as she tugged on the sleeve of her bear sweater. ah... these girls fight for me, don't worry, there is Yn for everyone, don't worry, wait for your birthday Yunjin, I will write you a letter and give you reward chocolates.

After saying this, you could hear an angry Yunjin and a totally happy Chaewon.

inspired by @jihyoruri

#kpop #yunjin #le sserafim #kim chaewon #chaewon #eunchae #sakura #kazuha le sserafim #le sserafim x reader #kim chaewon x reader #chaewon x reader #kpop x reader #kpop female oc

[loversofthegrave]

What are some of your fave wincest fics?

Oh I'm so glad you asked anon! I am always looking for fic recs so I'm sure some followers will appreciate this little one here;

(in no particular order)

try asking by applecrumbledore

“Jerry says he saw them going at it in the back of that car of theirs outside Atlanta last year, I swear to God.”

“Listen, man, I don’t like them either, but that’s a low blow. Jerry’s a fucking pervert.”

outside POV ftw

other brothers by homo_pink

A callow boy can go from infancy to someone’s lover in the space of two wildflower summers.

Another outside POV but this writer I kneel at the altar for, absolute perfection. Read all their work, you're in for a treat

Howls in my bones by weefaol

When John gets a call to investigate a series of grisly animal killings, he drops Sam and Dean at an abandoned cabin two towns over. The boys find ways to keep busy — playing cards, watching movies, chopping wood — but with a howling winter storm on the way, there’s nowhere for Sam to hide his illicit feelings for his older brother.

As the lure of desire threatens to devour him, Sam must learn to face the wolves that lurk outside and the monsters within.

weecest

In the garden where sin began by nyoka

Some places, they grow for you.

weecest, beautifully written, so tender

one on, two out by deadlybride

In the fall of 2001, Deacon gets a letter from his old friend John Winchester, asking if John's son can stay at his house for a while.

not exactly wincest but I want to recommend this because it's just a great insight into a young dean and his vulnerability and there's a sequel involving wincest elements. Really really loved this

it started out with a kiss by intrepidheart

Sam has a date. That's not the problem. The problem is that Sam's asking Dean to teach him how to kiss. The problem is that this kiss changes everything.

rightly obsessed with jealous dean

the repeated image of the lover destroyed by hathfrozen

"Do you really love me that much?" Sam asks.

Dean laughs, a harsh sound, his body shaking underneath Sam.

"Look at me," Dean hisses, eyes still shut. "What the fuck do you think?"

see things so much clearer by deadlybride

Sam's been acting oddly. Dean learns how to use the history on an internet browser and finds out why.

somewhere there's blue by linden

Dean was just gonna go ahead and call this one: evenings which ended with Sam in a river were not evenings which had gone too well.

nickle and dime by linden

It was unlikely, Dean felt, that they'd be coming back to Montana: Child Protection Services had a real nasty habit of not forgetting people's names.

here's a few for now, I have more but I need to remember the names! I will probably reblog this with them but I hope you enjoy! Also if anyone has any recs please point me in that direction

much love

#fic rec #wincest #wincest fic rec

[silamander]

Random Hatchetfield headcanons in no particular order.

In honor of Cinderella's Castle being fully funded, have my silly little thoughts about Hatchetfield and it's residents (A few of these I yoinked from Tumblr so they're mine now :3)

Richie and Pete are both autistic. Grace is too but she has lower functioning autism.

Pete’s special interest is horror movies/special effects. Grace and Richie's special interests are…pretty obvious. But Richie also loves Godzilla and Grace loves the supernatural.

Jon Matteson said that Paul might be autistic, so I take that as canon. On top of that he has undiagnosed depression and anxiety.

Paul has two siblings. One being Gary, his little brother. And his older sister, who he lives with, who is actually Richie's mother. Richie's father died when he was very young so Paul stepped up to help his sister and nephew financially, and he’s the closest thing Richie has to a father figure.

For someone who used to tell Gary and his sister that he'd never have kids, Paul adores Richie and tries his absolute best to be the father he never had.

Boy Jerry is Paul and Gary’s cousin.

Ruth and Richie probably met when they were really young & both were lonely & in need of a friend. Like walking up on the playground “you wanna be friends?” “Yeah!” type of deal.

Paul and Charlotte were friends in middle school-high school.

Gary decorates his house like a suburban white mom, those rustic white letters in the kitchen, everything labeled in slightly stretched text, that type of thing.

In the proshot for NPMD, Ms. Chasity uses the correct pronouns for Ziggy. So I headcanon that The Chasity family, despite being hardcore christians, respect the LGBTQ community.

The most lethal weapon in all of Hatchetfield is Grace Chasity’s puppy dog eyes.

Charlotte’s sweater was a birthday gift from Ted. He made her swear not to tell anyone it came from him. He has a reputation, y’know?

Paul uses his phone like a grandma, he puts on the glasses to read and everything.

Gary knows how to play the piano.

Ted loves Steph and treats her like his sister. He's so proud of Peter for not only pulling one of the most popular girls in school, but that same girl is helping him with his self image and confidence.

Charlotte does yarn crafts (like knitting and crochet and cross stitch and shit) to get her anger out because stabby stabby.

Barry Swift is fully, completely, absolutely, 100% gay and in denial about it. Also he and Gary are childhood friends (to feed the Attorney in a hurry fans).

The people who went to Sycamore are, in no particular order; Paul Matthews, Charlotte Sweetly, Sam Sweetly, Gary Goldstein, Barry Swift, Karen & Mark Chasity, Dan Reynolds, Nora Beanie, and Melissa Nolastname.

Grace is the type of girl who says she hates drama and gossip but she knows all the drama at Hatchetfield High.

Like Paul, Gary is also autistic.

Paul drives Richie, Steph, Pete, Grace and Ruth everywhere. Paul likes all of Richie's friends even if they're a little weird (he finds Grace a little obnoxious though but he's not gonna say it)

Steph says Paul’s aesthetic is “Cardboardcore”

Pete is just the most attentive and perceptive partner ever. In every sense of the words. He picks up on every little detail. Steph had a bad day? Pete instantly knows how to cheer her up. Steph is excited about something and needs to talk about it? Hey babe what’s up tell me all about it. Pete’s the type to start keeping snacks on hand because he knows Steph’s internal clock and that she always forgets to eat and then gets hangry after a few hours.

When Stephanie is exhausted she literally makes no sense, she babbles the most nonsensical bullshit.

Barry Swift has ADHD and OCD.

Gary wears those blue pinstripe pajamas. With the lil hat too.

Paul has the most unorganized and dirty room for some reason, like he never even bothered decorating it.

Sam and Charlotte were high school sweethearts and kinda rushed into marriage soon after graduating.

Gary wanted to buy a Wiggly doll for Richie.

Steph’s ripped jeans had small holes in them when she bought them and her dad made fun of her for buying something already broken so she made the holes bigger out of spite.

Grace has asked Steph, Pete, Richie and Ruth at least 3 times if they would still love her if she was a worm.

Gary unironically refers to Facebook as "the book of faces”

#starkid #team starkid #hatchetfield #hatchetfield universe #hatchetverse #hatchetfield headcanon #starkid headcanon #stephanie lauter #pete spankoffski #grace chasity #richie lipschitz #ted spankoffski #charlotte sweetly #gary goldstein #boy jerry #barry swift #the guy who didn't like musicals #black friday #nerdy prudes must die #lautski #attorney in a hurry #paul matthews the autistic icon

[sageandscorpiongrass]

could you do a web about falling out of love with someone and hurting because you miss the "old them"?

Ah! I hope this does it justice! ;^^

this would be so much easier if i still knew you.

First Love, Jennifer Franklin | Armed Cavalier, Richie Hofmann | Self Portrait in Dark Interior, Curtis Bauer | Stuff I probably did and didn't, Stephanie Gray | Never Love an Anchor, The Crane Wives | Waiting, Caitlyn Siehl | Russian Ending, Jerry Williams | The More Loving One, W. H. Auden | _sayorikinnie on pinterest | The River-Merchant's Wife: A Letter, Erza Pound | @/inanotheruniverse on tumblr | @/dazzlingtiredeyes on tumblr | Wrong Side of a Fistfight, Ashe Vernon | Ode to People Who Hate Me, Carmen Giménez | If My Body Could Speak; What I couldn’t explain via text, Blythe Baird | @/chloeinletters on tumblr | Romance or The End, Elaine Kahn | Presumably Dead Arm, Sidney Gish

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#poetry #parallels #prose #literature #web weaving poetry #webweaving #web weave #compilation #on love #lost love #on heartbreak #༺✿ web weaves by basil ✿༻ #jennifer franklin #richie hofmann #curtis bauer #stephanie gray #caitlyn siehl #jerry williams #w. h. auden #erza pound #ashe vernon #carmen giménez #blythe baird #elaine kahn #requests

[upsidedownwithsteve]

Love Letters: Day Four

Eddie Munson x fem!reader[1.8K] Candy hearts and oh my god, they were roommates with Eddie.

THE LETTERBOX ♥

It wasn’t supposed to happen. 

It’s not like it had built up for months, for years. A longing and a tension that has clung to you through high school, followed you into your twenties and stayed with you even now. ‘Cause you’d left Hawkins, moved to Indianapolis, into a shitty two bed apartment that was too cold in the winter and too warm in the summer, and the sink leaked and your neighbour was fucking weird.  

But Eddie came too, moved in when rent got too tight and you ignored everyone who gave you That Look, ignored how they laughed and placed bets amongst themselves. It was easy to live with your best friend, how could it not be? You loved him. 

You were in love with him. And it had taken you so long to admit that to yourself, never mind Robin and oh my god, now he was your roommate. 

But still, it wasn’t supposed to happen. Not the way it did. Not that you complained. 

And here’s how it went:

Eddie came home from work to find you on the couch, jeans already thrown in protest at the edge of your bedroom door, your too big sweater barely covering your underwear as you annihilated a tub of Ben & Jerry’s cherry Garcia. Heathers played on the TV and Eddie grinned, dumping the bag of groceries he’d picked up on his way home on the kitchen counter. 

“Cute butt,” he said in way of greeting, gesturing to the tiny Pac-Man ghosts that were printed across the cotton of your underwear. You grumbled and pulled your sweater down lower, offering him the tub as he slumped down beside you. “Didn’t you have a date?”

You glared at him as he took your spoon and shovelled some of the ice cream into his mouth and he stared back with wide eyes as he mumbled an offended, “what?!”

“Yes, I was supposed to have a date,” you huffed, stealing the spoon back and licking off the melting pink sugar that was running down the handle. “But seeing as you’ve found me drowning my sorrows in ice cream I can’t fucking afford—”

“—in your pants,” Eddie cut in with a smirk.

“—in my pants,” you glared at him before continuing, “d’you think my date went well?”

 Eddie pouted and curled his hand around your ankles, pulling your legs until they were draped on his lap. You pouted back, passing the spoon and digging your feet between his thighs, seeking out the warmth he possessed even in the coldest of months. 

“What happened?” He asked gently, and when he saw your frown deepen, he straightened up, setting you with a look that made your toes curl. “Did he hurt you? Do I need to—”

“No! No,” you sighed, placated by the fact you knew Eddie would do some serious harm for you, even when you discouraged it. “He didn’t hurt me. He didn’t even show up. Restaurant was packed, it was mortifying. Stupid valentines decorations were everywhere and I had to walk out alone through a curtain of fucking pink hearts.”

You shoved another spoonful of ice cream into your mouth, mournful. 

Eddie’s expression turned incredulous and his hands curled around your calf, smoothing upupup from your ankles until he held you tight, hands warm and a comfort on your skin. 

“Fuckin’ dickwad,” he fumed, cheeks pink with annoyance. “Dude doesn’t know what he’s missing out on, babe, trust me - you can do way better than him.”

You flushed at his compliment, his sweetness, the term of endearment. You shrugged, glancing down at your stupid underwear and the sweater that you weren’t really sure who it belonged to. Maybe Eddie? Could’ve been Steve’s, but you were almost certain you’d stolen it from Robin’s bedroom after too many vodka shots—

“M’hardly a catch,” you said pathetically and fuck, maybe you were feeling too sorry for yourself but it was nice to see when Eddie threw his head back, scoffing, all amateur dramatics. 

He clutched a hand to his chest, curls all wild as he turned to look at you, leaning in and digging his fingers into the space behind your knee until you squealed at him, grinning. 

“Are you fuckin’ with me?” He asked you, looking at you like you’d told him the sky was green. “You’re a total smoke show, c’mon now, behave yourself.”

 You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help but smile and you let out a noise of protest when Eddie leapt up from the sofa, going back to his grocery bag on the countertop. He dug around as you peered at him from over the back of the couch, brows furrowed as you waited. 

“I know it’s not a steak dinner with some hand action in the backseat of a shitty car,” Eddie grinned, salacious, eyebrows wiggling when you groaned, “but here, happy Valentine’s Day, sweetheart.”

He threw you something small and wrapped, your hands reaching out to catch it clumsily and you grinned as you inspected the surprise present. A packet of candy hearts, the kind that had little messages inked on them, all sour sugar and pastel colouring. 

 “Teddy,” you cooed at the boy, adoring the way his cheeks flushed pink as he flung himself back over the sofa to push himself next to you. You pushed a gentle finger to his cheekbone, squeaked when he pretended to chomp at it. “You’re a secret romantic aren’t you? Wait until I tell Steve.”

“I’ll deny everything,” Eddie informed you curtly, but he was smiling as he took the ice cream run from you, setting the melting treat on the coffee table. “You gonna share?”

You answered by ripping open the candy, handing him one after you inspected the baby blue heart with its faded message. 

‘UR CUTE.’

Eddie grinned and popped it into his mouth, grimacing when the sugar fizzed against his tongue, staining it blue. “If the shoe fits, am I right?”

You smiled, teasing. “You’re okay,” you lied and maybe the boy saw right through it ‘cause he smirked and knocked his knee against your own. 

Eddie unwrapped the next one and snorted, holding it up by his fingertips for you to read. ‘BE HAPPY,’ it declared and before you could protest, Eddie pushed it to your lips and you made a noise of protest before biting down. 

“God, have they always tasted this awful?” You grimaced at the artificial sweetness, the sour fizz that twinged at the inside of your cheeks. 

He laughed and nodded. “Probably.” 

The next candy heart that fell into your palm made your heart stutter and you cleared your throat, suddenly more nervous than you’d ever been in front of the boy. 

‘KISS ME.’

Maybe it was your shitty non-date, maybe it was impatience, maybe it was all those years of longing and wanting and staring and crushing hard. 

Maybe. 

You handed Eddie the heart with not much fanfare, your legs tucked up to your chest, shins pressed to his side, legs tucked under his thighs. Warm, close, comforting, familiar. You tried not to burn from the inside out when he took it, reading the message with his cheeks matching the pink candy. His gaze flickered up to you, lips a little parted, like he’d let out a gasp you couldn’t hear. 

He pursed his lips and stared back at the heart in his hand, like he was weighing up his options. You expected him to shove it into his mouth, crunch down on it and destroy the evidence, but he didn’t, and you really weren’t sure if that was making you feel better or worse. 

“Uh,” Eddie coughed, his voice raspier than it had been. “Is that a suggestion? Or a bad joke?” He looked back at you, pupils blown wide like he couldn’t help himself, like he was already thinking about what you’d taste like. “Or an order… ‘cause I know you’re a little bossy, babe, but sometimes you’re hard to read and—”

You pressed your palm to his lips, shutting him up as you tried not to curl up with the embarrassment of it all. Your chest felt too tight, your heartbeat sitting in your throat and suddenly you were so fucking aware that you were sitting in your underwear with your roommate, best friend, and oh my god you were absolutely in love with him. 

This was a bad idea. 

But you did it anyway. 

“Eddie,” you blurted out, voice a little higher than it had been before, because, oh shit, you were panicking. “Jesus, shut up, okay?”

Eddie stared at you wide eyed and you could feel how soft and warm his lips were against the skin of your palm and the thought of it made your stomach flip. But he nodded and you pulled your hand away, only to rest it between you both on the top of your knee. 

You stared back, lips parted like you were ready to speak but you couldn’t bring yourself to get the words out. What were you supposed to say? I love you? I want you? Can you kiss me out of pity ‘cause I tried to date a guy who was the opposite of you and he didn’t even show up? 

Each option made your throat feel too tight. But Eddie waited and waited and waited and eventually he saw your eyes soften and your chest hitch and you were looking at his lips. 

He blew out a breath, slid a rough, guitar string scarred hand up along your leg until his fingers curled around yours and he was looking at your lips too. 

“Babe—” he started, gentle, fond, knowing. “Can I—?”

You’d moved before Eddie could finish, leaning in to meet him halfway and he tasted like cherries and fizzy sugar. He groaned at the contact, your lips pushed to his and he wasted no time in cupping the back of your neck, pulling you closer until your knees were crushed between your chest and his. You were clumsy about it, neither wanting to interrupt what had been started, moving to your knees as Eddie wrapped an arm around your waist so he could haul you onto his lap. 

He was sweet about it, as sweet as the candy, his nose pressed to your cheek as he kissed you deep and slow, like you both had all the time in the world, which maybe you did. His hand covered your jaw, thumb sweeping over your cheek before it tugged at your bottom lip, silently asking you to open for him and when you did, he moaned, a pretty sound that made you swipe your tongue over his. 

You were both breathing hard when you pulled away, chests heaving, your hands in Eddie’s hair and god, you weren’t sure when that happened. You watched as the boy licked over his bottom lip, glossy from you, as if he was chasing the taste. 

“Y’know,” Eddie grinned, breathless, “if I knew that would happen over some candy, I’d have bought you a whole damn store the first day I met you.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson blurb #stranger things fic #LLFE

[emojellyace08]

Lookism Characters when it's your birthday!!!

A/N: It's my birthday todayyyy!!! So if you share the same birthdate with me or you happen to scroll this down on your own special day and if you're not on the mood, this is for you!

Daniel Park/Zack Lee/Eli Jang/Sally Park/Mira Kim/Crystal Choi/Mary Kim/Zoe Park/Jace Park/Jay Hong/Heather/Jake Kim/Yoojin/Jihan Kwak/Gapryong Kim/Jinyeong Park/Sinu Han/Lua Im/Brad Lee/Jerry Kwon/Yui Kim/Joy Hong/Duke Pyeon/Jason Yoon

The really super sweethearts tbh

They're the ones who will remembers everyone's birthday (especially when you're superrr close with them).

So they will call the others to have a group meeting or create a group chat with over 40 members on it to surprise you on your special day! "GUYS ATTENTION!!! IT'S Y/N'S BIRTHDAY IN 4 DAYS WE GOTTA SURPRISE THEM!!!"

They will assign who will buy the décor and food (they will all share the budget!).

Will think of many plans and ideas to surprise you (It can turn out a little wacky though but at least they have put effort on it!)

Vasco/Doo Lee/Jiho Park/Olly Wang/Goo Kim/Yuseong/Warren Chae/Jibeom Kwak/Tom Lee/Kuroda Ryuhei/Sinu Han/Gongseob Ji/Alexander Wang (add in Zack Lee ; a little bit if you're really close)

They're the super noisy ones lmao

I can imagine the others getting so annoyed from them since they can't keep quiet when they're still preparing for the surprise (don't blame them they're super excited!).

So when you came inside the dark room and you opened the lights, they will scream and screech at the top of their lungs "HAPPY BIRTHDAY Y/NNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!" xD.

They're also the super hyped ones while singing Happy Birthday even though they're out of tune LMAO (the others looks so done while you just stand there in the center with the cake lit with the candles be like 🧍‍♀️).

Even while eating, they're still super talkative while there's lot of food smudges on their face (how the hell can they still speak? Because their vocal chords are SUPERIOR).

Jay Hong/Joy Hong/Jiho Park/Crystal Choi/Goo Kim/Gun Park/DG/Yoojin/Tom Lee/Mitsuki Soma/Charles Choi

The super rich ones. They have the budget to buy the décor for themselves but the others insisted to pay for it and help too.

Will also buy you a very expensive gift like designer clothes, jewelry, shoes or anything that you really like but you can't afford! The others will be just like "Woah! They bought the limited edition jewelry of f/b for Y/N!"

They just really love you so much so they bought the most expensive gift for you that they can find so you'll feel very special! (Though just don't use them as a sugar mommy/daddy it can turn them off).

They will smile, chuckle and pat you on the head if you're super happy with their present "WuahHhhHHh THANK YOU SO MUCHHHHH YOU DON"T HAVE TO SPEND TOO MUCH MONEY ON ME NEXT TIME!!!" "As long you're happy I am too".

They just wants to see you smiling all the time even if it's not your b-day they hate you seeing sad (like everyone hates seeing you sad :)))) .

Daniel Park/Zack Lee/Eli Jang/Warren Chae/Sally Park/Mira Kim/Vasco/Jace Park/Mary Kim/Zoe Park/Heather/Jake Kim/Jihan and Jibeom Kwak/Hudson Ahn/Johan Seong/Yuseong/Jerry Kwon/ Line Man/ Lua Im/ Sinu Han/Brad Lee/Duke Pyeon/Jason Yoon/Jichang Kwak/Young Jinyoung Park

Will feel insecure about their gift (or if they don't have something to give for you).

Like don't blame them they're just in high school they're not like super rich (for young Jinyoung Park too).

They will be the ones who will either buy you cheap but cute items that you like and it's wrapped in beautiful gift wraps, make it hand-made or they will write a super long letter with your favorite decorations and stickers on the envelope (they're so precious).

They will be hesitant first to give you their present but after encouraging themselves, they will be super shy and lovey dovey while giving it to you "Ha-Happy Birthday Y/N... Hope you like it".

But after reading their letter you'll probably burst into tears lol (they're so good at expressing their feelings through writing it down on a paper that it makes you feel appreciated and loved so much since you're so nice to them).

They will also comfort you for crying and they will feel bad for making you cry because of the letter lmao "Y/N ARE YOU OKAY WHY ARE YOU CRYING?"

Over all sweethearts tbh "WUAHHHH THANK YOU FOR THE GIFT YOU DON'T HAVE TO SPEND ON ME TOO MUCH MONEY ON ME DUMMY THE SURPRISE IS ENOUGH!!!" "So-sorry for making you cry though..."

Johan Seong/Samuel Seo/Gun Park/Goo Kim/DG/Taesoo Ma/Vin Jin/Magami Kenta/Jiho Park (villain arc)/Cheon Taejin/Mandeok/Yui Kim/Mitsuki Soma/Xiaoleoung

"Why the hell am I here?" vibe.

They're just here for the food (they might not even know or care for the celebrant if you're not close with them lmao).

But they're still going to buy a gift for you if you know each other.

Acts like they hate it, but they secretly love birthday parties (Goo's an obvious party monkey so he really loves making chaos on birthdays like throwing and smudging the cake on everybody's faces lol).

Will secretly turn on birthday song remixes and sus shit on the bluetooth speaker lmao.

ADD IN!: Duke Pyeon/Daniel Park/Jay Hong/Jerry Kwon/Warren Chae/Vasco/Jiho Park/Brad Lee/Lua Im/Goo Kim/Line Man

They're the camera man with the shaky hands.

The pictures they take will be a little bit blurry and shaky while Goo is just doing it on purpose to piss you off (the others are really doing their best don't get angry).

They just wants to enjoy and spend some time with you without the others bossing them around (please save them).

Jiho Park/Vasco/Joy Hong/Warren Chae/Zoe Park/Goo Kim/Kuroda Ryuhei

They're the ones that will unintentionally spoil the surprise.

They will get so excited that they will spill the tea from you without realizing that they're talking to the celebrant and the others will cover their mouth shutting them up. "WE'RE HAVING A SURPRISE PARTY FOR Y/-" "OKAY WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT???!!! Sorry Y/N..."

They will apologize to the others while there are tears building in their eyes "Sorry guys! I just got so excited I won't do it again!" (while Goo is just doing it on purpose to tick the others off he's such an asshole lmao).

#lookism x reader #lookism x y/n #lookism x you #daniel park x reader #jay hong x reader #vasco x reader #lookism fic #zack lee x reader #dg x reader #gun park x reader #goo kim x reader #jake kim x reader #samuel seo x reader #vin jin x reader #lookism x gender neutral reader #happy birthday

[mooodyblue]

Could you write something about caregiver Elvis and his self-conscious little?

Like when it's time for their bottle they refuse to drink, and they stop sitting on his lap and start to play quietly by themselves instead of playing energetically with Elvis or Jerry because they think that they have gained weight.

thank you for the request ^^

pairing: cg!elvis x gn!little!reader

wc: 855

warnings: body image issues

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there was a saying that you gain weight when you're in a happy relationship. you tried to make that not the case for your current relationship, despite your love for elvis.

elvis noticed how hesitant you were about being little today. he just wasn't sure why. it was always the two of you playing, him bouncing you on his lap and sometimes picking you up to twirl you around in the sparkly new dress or outfit that you bought. but not today. something felt off.

no pretty clothes, none of the clothes you wore that made you feel little….not even a bottle. you were wrapped up in a blanket, staring at the tv blankly. he wandered into the living room, looking over at you, “baby,” he cooed, “you want your bottle?”

“no.” you muttered back.

what? no bottle? “a-are ya sure, honey?” he asked curiously. it was so unlike you to not want a bottle, you always wanted milk or a sippy cup full of apple juice. “how ‘bout a snack?”

“no.” you said again.

“well, sheesh darlin’, at least have some manners n’ say no, thank you.” he put his hands on his hips, raising an eyebrow. “what’s got ya all grouchy today?” he walked over to you, sitting on the sofa.

“‘m fine.” you kept your eyes glued to the tv, only speaking in short sentences.

he shook his head and picked you up gently to set you on his lap, a soft whine escaping your lips. this was the problem. elvis grunted when he picked you up, he used to never grunt. the only reasoning in your brain was that you’d gained a bit of weight. you wanted to climb off his lap, hide yourself away, but you knew he’d just get mad. “ah, i know what ya need. a nice nap, huh?” he suggested, grinning.

you couldn’t say no to a nap. except that nap only made you feel worse.

elvis did his best to cheer you up. eventually, you were in your own other world, on the floor playing with blocks as you proudly spelled out words that he said to you. it was a good distraction from the vile thoughts inside your brain.

he got down on the floor beside you, pulling you into his lap as he began to help you stack letters together. you let a tiny whine out, trying to wiggle out of his hold. “you got ants in your pants?” elvis teased. you escaped from his hold, crawling away and moving to play with something else by yourself.

“alright…” he sighed, crawling over to you and sitting beside you. “what’s gotten into you today, baby? what’s the matter, huh?” he rubbed his hand in circles on your back gently.

you shook your head, hiding away from him.

“honey…” he frowned.

the look on elvis’s face was enough to make you cave in. “‘m not little enough.” you muttered, picking at the plush carpet underneath you.

he turned to you confused, “not lil’ enough?” he repeated back. “what do you mean? you’re my baby, aren’t ya? my little one?”

“‘too….big.” you didn't look at him, keeping your head down.

“big?” he repeated, confused.

“fat.”

elvis widened his eyes, “woah! now, hold on.” he tilted your face up with his fingers underneath your chin, forcing you to look at him. “where the hell did that come from? we don't use those words in that way in this house.” he said sternly.

“y-you make noises when y-you pick me up ‘n you're always like…’oh you've had enough’ when ‘m havin’ a bottle o-or a snack and—”

“baby…baby, my god” he quickly interrupted, putting his hands on your cheeks. “don't go talkin' like that. it hurts my feelings.” he pressed a kiss to your forehead, taking your hands in his. “you know why i tell ya when you've had enough? cause if i don't—you’ll go ‘n eat or drink too much ‘n get yourself an upset tummy. then you'll be cryin' ‘bout how icky you feel, we don't want that, do we?”

“w-well…no….”

he interrupted you again, “and baby, i’m an old man. my body ain't what it used to be. them nosies i’m makin’ when i pick you up or sit you in my lap? they're old man noises, honey.” he chuckled. “give your old man a break.”

“daddy’s not old….” you pouted.

elvis let out a small laugh, “well, thank you. but i’m serious, baby. i love you. i don't care how much ya weigh and it ain't none of my business. you're beautiful, lil’ one. i love all of ya.”

you hated when you let your insecurities get to you when you were little, especially when it was when you felt the safest. but elvis’s sweet words and reminders made you feel a little better. you gave him a small smile, nodding. “i love you too, daddy. ‘m sorry.”

“can daddy hold ya in his lap again? we gotta finish this lil’ tower you got goin’ on here.” he ushered you over, lifting you up and setting you in his lap—now without the grunts.

#elvis x reader #divider by saradika

[apoemaday]

Survival Poem #17

by Marty McConnell

because this is what you do. get up. blame the liquor for the heaviness. call in late to work. go to the couch because the bed is too empty. watch people scream about love on Jerry Springer. count the ways it could be worse. it could be last week when the missing got so big you wrote him a letter and sent it. it could be yesterday, no work to go to, whole day looming. it could be last month or the month before, when you still thought maybe. still carried plans around with you like talismans. you could have kissed him last night. could have gone home with him, given in, cried after, softly, face to the wall, his heavy arm around you, hand on your stomach, rubbing. shower. remember your body. water hotter than you can stand. sit on the shower floor. the word devastated ringing the tub. buildings collapsed into themselves. ribs caving toward the spine. recite the strongest poem you know. a spell against the lonely that gets you in crowds and on three hours’ sleep. wonder where the gods are now. get up. because death is not an alternative. because this is what you do. air like soup, move. door, hallway, room. pants, socks, shoes. sweater. coat. cold. wish you were a bird. remember you are not you, now. you are you a year from now. how does that woman walk? she is not sick or sad. doesn’t even remember today. has been to Europe. what song is she humming? now. right now. that’s it.

#poetry #marty mcconnell #survival poem 17

[heongiu]

Goo, Jake, Eugene and Samuel with rich reader whose love language is gift giving!!

Awww this is sooo cutee!! Tysm for the request anon soo we shall get started!

Gun, Goo, Jake, Eugene, Samuel x rich reader ||

Gun Park

As discreet as Gun likes to be, his love language is something more sophisticated but savoury. And as much as he loves money, he would love to spoil you.

But when he found gifts randomly appearing in his room out of nowhere, you being the bigger spoon and paying for everything at a date. He would've never expected it.

His first impression of your love language was... weird, he was genuinely freaked out. He thought only he could do that. And him being the one receiving all that? Unbelievable.

He was flustered. His ears were all red and there was visible flush on his cheeks. he was a literal mess.

"W-whys this all here?.. " he asked you with a visible frown on his face, but he was literally blushing at the same time.

But anyway, he does love you a lot and so he accepts the gifts even if he feels that ‘weird’ feeling in his stomach when he receives them.

Kim Jongoo

One word: Material Girl 🗣️‼️

Okay but, he really loves to spoil you, whatever you like, or have a preference for, he'll get it for you right then and there.

He's got his love for money, and all that money, so why should he not spend it on you? Since you're his pookie bear, sweetheart, darling, honey bun, sweet kins and what not (holy shit he's got a lot of nicknames for you damn)

But... When he caught a glimpse of gifts in his own room, on his bed, on the dressing table, heck even inside his closet, that man's face turned crimson red.

His hands were shaky, his face was sweaty, and he was all flustered mess. Just what did you do to that poor man? (Obviously made him kinda submissive)

"What the heck? She could do that too?!?" That, was his first thought.

Maybe you should've taken a pic of him like that, he looked adorable, like a new core memory unlocked.

But from time to time, as you continue doing so, he will get used to your love language, and it might transform into his own (maybe it was before too, but it'll have more love and affection than before)

So as you both keep gifting eachother expensive gifts, there will be occasional small gifts too, not necessarily expensive, but to make the moment precious and memorable.

Jake Kim

Jake kim, is a man of his word, He loves to do anything that can make you fall deeper for him, anything that can get you guys even closer than before.

So he doesnt spoil you with money so often in terms of expensive gifts, yet he does spoil you in a different way. Little gifts like a love letter or a card, bouquet of flowers or a pretty rose quartz bracelet, if you are passionate about something, this man will do it all for you.

But he never expected you to spoil him with your money. he was in shock, and the flush on his face? he looked adorable, like when you call a kid ‘good boy’, that was how shy he had gotten.

He was all over the place worrying and asking you how much it all costed, and why did you do that in the first place? he doesnt deserve all this does he? (well he does and deserves even more)

“y/n!!! w-why would you gift me these?! Oh my god, It mustve costed you a lot right?” He asked you in panic, and all you could do was kiss him on his nose gently, to let him know you did this because you love him.

often theres times when Jake is with the Gang (Sinu, Brad, Jason, Jerry, Lineman and Luah) and suddenly he finds expensive gifts at his place out of thin air. And the gang is all over him, teasing him, and hes in the corner blushing and hiding his face like an idiot.

what a cutie honestly, you should spoil him more just to see his soft side show up.

Eugene

As mysterious and unpredictable as our beloved President Eugene is, he actually does like spoiling you a lot and occasionally you’ll find him doing so.

Since you’re his lover, he actually enjoys to spend money on everything you want, or have a liking for, no matter how much its costing him.

But he actually doesn’t mind you spoiling him back, he enjoys that as well, since he really loves you, he doesn’t mind being spoiled by you.

He very well acknowledges that it is your love language, and so he doesnt interfere in that matter, and lets you do whatever you want to with your money so if you wanna spoil him? go ahead, hes very pleased to be spoiled by you.

However, he does let you know that sometimes its a bit too much, in case you’re actually overspending. (hes very gentle with his words when it comes to you)

He's not one to brag about the gifts he often receives from you, but he does wear your gifts more than often to let you know he appreciates your love for him, and that he belongs to you. (And vice-versa)

Samuel Seo

Samuel, doesn't quite believe in spoiling someone with money. It's not that he cannot, he just doesn't resonate with the idea of it.

Yet often, he can find himself spending money on something you like, it happens as a repulsive act. Also Because he's way too deep in love with you.

Yet the for the first time ever, he had seen small gifts on the table besides his bed, he was surprised and shocked.

In disbelief, and to confirm, he asked you where you got these from, in case if they were actually yours and you placed them there 'accidentally'.

But when you told him those were actually for him, his expression was priceless.

For the first time he had blushed so loudly, with his ears becomes so red like a tomato, he couldn't even speak properly. So much that he actually had to hide his face.

Keep gifting him more, he might get used to it, but he'll still feel butterflies in his stomach everytime he would receive them. (Which he doesn't talk about a lot, he prefers to act serious af all the time, but you'd still know)

#heongiu writes #heongiu answers #lookism manhwa #lookism #park jonggun #lookism jonggun #jake kim #samuel seo #park jonggun x reader #jake kim x reader #kim gimyung x reader #seo seongeun #seo seongeun x reader #eugene #eugene lookism #eugene x reader

[shitty-blade-runner-reference]

alice post

i think alice and kara are a foile-a-deux going on there, i think not only is kara in her weird "denial" that bumps the game down a full letter grade, where clearly they put in the alice twist at the last minute and then didnt go back and edit to make sense but alice is TERRIFIED of people realizing shes an android. i think its alice's strongest motivation besides the characteristic anxious attachment that manifests as constantly requesting kara to reiterate/reassure that she's willing to take care of alice. ("i'm cold" bro we know youre not cold you just want to make sure the adults around you care that youre uncomfortable; as a video game character you are annoying but as a person i'm analyzing youre valid and im validating you) alice has an insane amount of some kind of internalized dislike of androids. not that she hates other androids, she seems to like them, but she definitely thinks it would be better if she was a human and not an android. (alice's third strongest motivation is actually that she has a really vivid sense of ethics? this is characteristic of kids sometimes: they've been watching shows where all the morals are things like "dont steal" and "dont bully," but alice is very firm on what she considers right and wrong. she'll chastise kara for violating that, which is incredibly ballsy coming from a child that regularly gets abused when adults are angry with her) alice keeps a photo of the human girl she replaced, standing with a happy version of her dad and a mom that's around and remembers her and recognizes her. alice looks at pictures of humans and is like "haha can we please be like them please kara i would love to be a human child with a human mom and dad :')" if you try to prod alice about what you've realized, if kara puts together the clues while at rose's house, alice completely shuts down in terror because she thinks youre going to leave her for not being a real child. alice does NOT correct kara's weird delusion. alice doesn't offer to interface to immediately warn kara that todd destroyed the last kara, she communicates it with spooky little drawings even though its an actual life or death situation. alice draws herself in her little spookychild abuse crayon drawings with red blood - even inside the little locked chest that represents the secrets in this house that alice knows about. alice is over the moon when jerry treats her like a human child and puts her on a carousel. kara mentions its the only time she's ever seen alice smile. its probably because alice is having a pure moment of carousel!!! just like human child!! everyone thinks im a person so they're being nice to me!! when my dad knew i was an android he was awful! alice is an interesting character written very badly. i do think @thiriumhound is correct that shes a deviant but also she is on some kind of third axis of messed up that has nothing to do with whether shes still obeying her program

#alice williams #detroit become human #alice yk500 #yk500

[powerofelvis]

The Act of Love

Pairing: Elvis Presley x f!reader

Word Count: 5K

Summary: Elvis surprises you with some gifts and even with his presence. Although it’s the middle of the night when he returns, you want to show him your appreciation but with urgent secrecy. Shhh, it’s the act of love.

Warnings: Big Daddy!Elvis,SMUT, oral (f. and m. receiving), nipple play, slight analingus, unprotected sex, FLUFF, reader gets embarrassed a bit

A/N: This was something random that I have written based off of Toni Braxton’s The Art of Love. If you would be so kind, check this song out! It’s literal sex in a song, I’m so serious. I think music definitely helps with ideas, every time I listen to music, I just think about Elvis. Anywho, I hope you babies enjoy this fic as much as I enjoyed writing it! ;)

masterlist.

It was an uneventful day at Graceland, at least for you. You had spent the entire day making sure that the house remained intact as Elvis was away for a show. You had grown used to him being gone, but it didn’t take away from the thought of missing his presence. He was your husband after all, you always would miss him being around you. His smile was contagious, his laugh was infectious, and he would always spend time with you; doting on your every whim. You had married him a year after his divorce from Priscilla, but he had never made you feel as if you were a replacement for her. She never did either, you and her were extremely close; her encouragement and love had gotten you through the long weeks of Elvis being away on the road. You were truly blessed to have a support system; not only from your family, but from his as well. 

You were speaking with his grandmother, Minnie Mae in the kitchen about the local boutique in town when the front door barrelled open. You turned around to face whoever was entering your home, a smile gracing your face as you noticed Jerry holding some wrapped boxes in his hand. “Oh! Jerry, what are you doing here?” You walked over to him, helping him with some of the boxes as they seemed to be giving him a little trouble. “Elvis wanted me to come home for a bit, give you these presents. I have no idea what they are, but he said that you had to get them.” Jerry responds to you with a little roll of his eyes. You giggled, sitting the boxes on the table as you noticed a little card that was wrapped around one of them. 

“Tell him that he didn’t have to get me anything, he’s always spoiling me when all I’ve ever needed was him.” Minnie Mae tapped your shoulder as she shook her head at her grandson’s need to spoil his wife. You were never the type to want gifts, always telling Elvis that the only gift that you ever needed was him and his love. “It’s better to accept them than to complain, baby.” She reminded you, leaving you alone to return to her room. Jerry had also gone to his room, no doubt to catch up on much needed sleep before he had to return to Elvis the prior day. You took the presents up to your shared room with Elvis, eyes lingering to the unopened note that sat prettily on top. You sat on the bed, unwrapping the ribbon on the top of the first gift, taking the note that clearly had Elvis’ handwriting on it. 

Baby,

I know that you’ve been missin’ me lately. I’ve been missin’ ya too, but until I’m home, I want you to enjoy these gifts. I hope these gifts remind ya of how much I love you and the beautiful life that we have together. Until I’m back in your arms, I love you. 

Elvis

Your smile spread across your lips as you opened the first box, revealing a satin blue nightgown. You knew that he loved you in nightgowns, especially when they were as revealing on your body. “Elvis, I have enough nightgowns, but another wouldn’t hurt.” It was good for you, you didn’t have to wear the same ones repeatedly while he was home. You laid the nightgown on the bed, going over to the second box that had another note on top. Had he written these notes for each individual package? You giggled at his chivalry, opening the next letter, this time, it was written differently than the first, but it had his handwriting that had always made you swoon with love as it always had. You opened the box, noticing that whatever was inside was hidden by gift papers. Inside of the box was a red laced lingerie set that came with a matching red corset. Your eyes nearly bugged out of their sockets, looking around the doorway for anyone who may be lurking.

Baby,

It’s me again. I hope you know that I couldn’t only bring one gift home to ya. I want ya to know that I will be home soon, so I want to see my bestest girl dressed in this to welcome me home. I can only think about how you will look when I see you waiting for me in this lingerie set. I can’t wait to watch it fall off of your body, while I watch and wait patiently. Go on, put the lingerie on before you open the final gift. I love ya, my little dove.

Elvis

You were filled with thrill at this point, taking the lingerie out of the box before you shed your dress from your body. You pulled off your bra and panties that were also a gift from Elvis off of your body before running off to the bathroom. If everything that he said was true, he would be home soon. You weren’t prepared for his arrival, hopping into the shower to wash yourself clean. After your steamy shower, you stood in the mirror of the bathroom as you applied a little makeup forgoing the heavy eyeliner that he had always loved around your eyes. You curled your hair, pinning it up so that it wouldn’t get in your eyes as you slid the red panties on your body. You weren’t sure how you would get the corset on, but you did the best that you could. Your breasts were sitting prettily on your chest as you stared at yourself in the mirror. 

The garter snapped around your right thigh as you pulled on the fishnet stocking that came with it. You slid in your red heels, posing in the mirror as you took in your appearance. Your calves were tight, the curves on your body standing out as you caressed your body. You walked out of the bathroom, eyeing the last gift that was sitting on the bed. You walked over slowly towards the gift, seeing one last note but it wasn’t wrapped in the ribbons. It had seemed to be sitting nicely on the bed as it taunted you to open it. You had your back turned to the door as you reached down to open the note, your eyes widening as you read over the words. 

Baby,

Turn around. You’ll see your final gift waiting for ya.

Elvis

You turned around immediately, almost tripping over your heels as you took in your husband standing in the doorway. He was holding a rose in his hands, a smile gracing his lips as he took in your body. “Elvis! You weren’t supposed to be here until tomorrow!” You raced over to the door, wrapping your arms around his neck as you hugged him tightly. “I wanted to surprise ya, baby. Aren’t ya happy to see me?” You nodded, sniffling in his neck as he held onto you. “Come on, mama. Let me get a real good look at ya.” You unwrapped your arms around his neck as you stepped back, his hands holding on to yours as his eyes scanned your body, his teeth tugging at his bottom lip. “Mm, if I knew how sexy you would look in this, I would have delivered it personally.” You blushed, looking up at him as his eyes continued lingering over your body. 

At this point, all of the lights of Graceland were turned off. You assumed that everyone had gone to sleep, so it was only you and him that were still awake. You knew that you were in for a long night, but you were electrified that he was here and that he thought you looked sexy in his gift. The goosebumps that were showing all over your skin vilified that thought as his hands ran along every part of your body. He led you into the room, shutting the door behind him as he turned out all of the lights. The room glowed with candles that were sitting all around the room, not even noticing that they were there. Your eyes roamed around the room as you gasped at the flower petals that were strewn around the room before turning back to face your husband. He had a smirk on his face, his electric blues watching you as you took in the final surprise that he had for you. “When did you do all of this? And how come I didn’t hear you come in?”

Elvis took you by the hand as he twirled you around so that he could see you covered entirely in the lingerie set that he had gotten you. “I knew that by tellin’ ya that I wanted to see ya like this, you would be stuck in the bathroom for almost an hour. I was right.” He smirked, wiggling his brow as he took in your scent, the cherry blossom shampoo wafted into his nostrils as he could get the familiar scent of lavender that resonated with him. You knew that he loved the smell, so you made sure that you used it. You chuckled under your breath as you watched him pull you closer, the rose dropping out of his hands as he pressed his lips to yours in a heated kiss. You hummed against his lips, placing your hands on his shoulders as you returned his kiss. “Now, everyone has gone to bed. Are ya sure you are able to keep quiet?” Elvis teased, his hands resting on the swell of your ass as you nodded your head slightly. You knew that by the end of the night, you weren’t going to be the one who was loud. Elvis was always the one who would tease you about being quiet when you would have sex around others, but he couldn’t help himself by being loud. 

“I should ask you that question, Elvis. We know you have the track record of being loud when we are sneaking around.” You teased, gaining a deep growl on his part as he pinned you down on the bed. You giggled softly, running your manicured red nails up his chest; the hairs that littered his chest feeling soft under your fingertips. Elvis looked down at you, his blue eyes which hid behind his yellow tinted glasses which gave him a dimmer tint to his hues. You reached up, taking his glasses off of his face before tossing them on the bed behind you. “I wanna see your eyes when you make me cum.” You spoke with a sultry tone, a shiver overcame your body. The heat between the two of you was overwhelming, but it felt so good. 

Elvis shimmered his white mink coat off of his shoulders, the material pooling on the floor as he leaned down to press his lips to yours as his hands moved up your thighs. With every move of his hands, goosebumps would appear as the heat from his fingers made your body ache with need. “There’s nothin’ I want more than to have ya writhing underneath me, baby. But, I wanna take my time with ya. It’s been so long.” He whispered, his lips moving from your jaw before kissing along your neck. Your soul was elevating from your body at that point, his words sounding like honey being spread on toast. That wasn’t the only thing that made you feel that way, your panties were sopping wet and he hadn’t even done anything yet. 

“You’re already wet, lil’ mama. Don’t tell me you came already from my voice.” You shook your head, moving your fingers that were resting on his chest hairs, hurriedly unbuttoning his shirt before pushing it off of his shoulders. He was sunkissed, the tanned skin sent chills through your body as you took in the darkened chest hairs that sat prettily on his chest. He went to pull off his cross necklace, your hand stopping him. “Leave it on, Daddy. I want it to slap against your chin as you fuck me.” Elvis groaned, moving his hands up to your now destroyed red laced panties, the sound of stickiness sounding off around the room as he rubbed you through them. “God, ya soppin’ for me, mama.” You whimpered, grinding your hips up against his fingers. 

The stimulation that you could feel made your toes curl in your heels, your legs shaking as you softly panted from only his touch. “Shh, baby. Nobody is supposed to know I’m makin’ ya feel good.” You bit down on your bottom lip, glaring up at Elvis as he continued to tease you. He shook his head, his lips curling up into a smirk as he slipped his hands under your panties; his thumb rubbing circles on your clit while he palmed your pussy. His hands were so big, covering your pussy in its entirety. You could make out the veins in his hands flexing as he continued softly moving his thumb around your clit. Your feet balled up in your heels, your mouth making a hissing sound at the feeling of his hand and the tightening of your feet in your shoes. 

Elvis being the tease that he was, he would continue with rubbing your clit slowly but he didn’t show any signs of wanting to do more. “Elvis, please. I need something.” Elvis tsked, his tongue pressing into his cheek as he pulled his hand from your panties. He pulled his hand up to his mouth, his tongue dancing out of his mouth as he licked his palm and thumb sensually, his eyes not leaving yours. “You taste like sugar, baby. I can’t get enough.” He muttered from behind his hand before he unsnapped your garter from around your thigh, pulling your stocking off of your legs. The stockings and the garter belt pooled underneath his knees, leaving your skin bare for him. “Spread those legs, mama. It’s time for my dinner.” 

You nearly choked on air as you slowly spread your legs, revealing your wet panties to him. The coolness from the air sent a shiver up your body as your panties were sticking to your vulva, the color of your panties now darkened as your juices stained the material. His fingers ran across the lace, hooking them underneath the panty line before pulling them swiftly off of your body. He threw them on the floor with the other discarded clothing before his lips—beginning at the knee, kissing up your legs as his eyes remained on yours. You whimpered softly, reminding yourself to remain quiet as his soft lips kissed every inch of your skin. His hands pressed down on your hips, keeping them ajar as his breath blew on your pussy. 

Your eyes rolled into your head as you gasped, your fingers gripping the sheets as you waited for him to get to where you wanted him to be. “Eyes on me, mama. If ya take your eyes off of me, I’ll stop and you’ll be disappointed.” You nodded, opening your eyes again before looking down at him. He looked so seductive, his long eyelashes covering his eyes but not enough for you to not see his now darkened eyes staring back at you. He pressed a heated kiss to your core, pulling your legs over his shoulders as he slowly kissed your velvet lips. You weren’t sure if you would be able to continue to handle his teasing, but you were trapped. He had you right where he wanted you, unable to run away as his tongue passed his lips before licking a stripe up your pussy. 

You hissed out once more, letting out a quiet whine as his tongue danced around your vibrating bud, the burning sensation from his tongue was enough to knock your heels off of your feet. He laughed, hearing the muffled clattering of your heels falling on the floor beside his body as he moved his hands that were once holding your thighs apart to spread your pussy lips apart. He licked between them, the juices pouring out of you as it coated his tongue. He hummed into you while he was licking like a starved man, groaning at how sweet you tasted. “You taste better than any meal I’ve ever had. I could eat only you forever and be a satisfied man.” The coil in your stomach was so tight that it became hard for you to breathe, resulting in you panting for breath as Elvis continued eating you. 

“Baby, please. I’m not gonna make it if you keep doing this.” You begged, wanting to move your hands from the sheets to find their new home in his hair. “Go on, baby. Let yourself go.” You didn’t need to be told twice before you came, the white lights covering your vision as you came hard from his mouth. You gasped, moving your hands from the sheets to cover your mouth as moans passed your lips. Elvis lapped up everything that you could give to him, humming against you before he pulled his mouth away from you. His lips glistened under the dim lightning from the candles, his tongue lapping up the remnants of your juices that covered his mouth. “That’s my good girl, ya follow Daddy’s directions well.” You sat up on the bed, your arms shaking from the feeling of your orgasm before you pulled him up by his arms.

“It’s my turn, Daddy. You like to tease, huh?” Elvis smirked as he stood before you, your fingers reaching to pull his belt off from his trousers. The clanking noises made you rub your thighs together as you pulled the belt from the loops of his pants before discarding it with the rest of your clothes. You unzipped his pants, not even realizing that he had already unbuttoned them before pulling them down his legs. As usual, Elvis had forgone the underwear, revealing his hardened cock to you. You moaned, mouth watering with need as you wrapped your hands around his cock. Elvis was long, which was something that you had always loved about him. He also knew what to do with it, hitting each spot inside of you with ease. 

You pressed an open kiss to his tip, tongue swirling around the foreskin that graced his perfect length before wrapping your lips around the red tip. “Fuck, mama. Your mouth is so warm.” He hummed, taking his bottom lip between his teeth as he watched you intensely. You moved your mouth from his cock slightly, earning a whine on his part before you stood to your feet. You grabbed him by the hand, pushing him down on the bed before you before taking your stockings from the bundle of clothes that were piling on the floor. “Give me your hands, baby. No complaints.” Elvis raised his brow, but complied as he put his hands out for you to wrap the stockings around his wrists. You tied it as tightly as you could, making sure that he wasn’t losing any type of circulation. 

You pushed his arms above his head as you sank to your knees, pushing his legs up so that you had a full view of his uncut cock and ball sack. Your mouth watered at the very sight, flatting your tongue against his sack as your eyes lingered on the man before you. He let out a deep growl, his hands struggling against the restraints as he stared down at you; his eyes filled with excitement. You wrapped your hand around his cock, lifting it up as your tongue moved dangerously to his taint. “Baby, oh god. Don’t-don’t do that, I ain’t-.” You lifted your head as you placed your finger against your lip, shushing him as his voice grew dangerously loud. “Shhh baby, let me please you.” 

Elvis shut his mouth immediately as he laid his head back on the mattress, his body shivering with anxiety as he waited for what you would do to him. You moved your head back between his legs, licking his ball sack once again as you slowly stroked his cock. His scent of musk mixed with sweat drove you crazy with need, your thighs rubbing together as you sought after some type of friction. He grunted softly, still fighting against the tie of your stockings but it was no use for him; he was stuck. Your tongue moved from his balls at that point, licking a stripe from his sack down to his taint. At that moment, his mouth made a loud growling noise, nearly making you jump out of your skin as you were sure that the people in the house could hear how you were making him feel. 

“Elvis. I thought I told you to be quiet.” Your head popped up, a look of disappointment across your features. “I-I’m sorry, mama. Shit, that feels good. D-do it again.” He was biting down on his lip so hard that you thought he would gnaw it off. You shook your head at his childish look that he gave you before moving back down to lick around his balls and taint, whimpers passing his lips as he continued to fight against the restraints. “P-please baby, I ain’t gonna last if I can’t—if I can’t feel ya.” You shushed him one last time before your tongue moved back up to his balls, wrapping your mouth around the sack as you gently sucked on it. 

You moved up to his neglected cock, the tip as red as his face, wrapping your lips around it as you began slowly sucking him. You could tell that he was trying to hold his composure, whimpers falling from his lips like a song. You loved seeing him almost falling apart at the seams just by your mouth alone. You had never had Elvis whimpering like he was before, but it did something to you. You felt empowered, more than you thought you should have been at that moment. His moans and whimpers passed his lips softly, only remaining in the room as you continued sucking his cock. He was so engorged in your mouth that the saliva pooled on your tongue, threatening to spill for your lips. 

Your eyes never left Elvis, becoming turned on more than you could ever imagine as tears pricked his eyes and his head thrown back in pleasure as you continued paying attention to his hard cock. You smirked, taking all of him to hilt as your nose buried into his bushy pelvis. He tasted so good to you, only wanting to have him on your tongue as long as you lived. You decided that he had enough at that moment as you pulled your mouth off of his cock, a gasp leaving his lips at the sound of your lips popping off of him. You stood to your feet, kissing up his stomach, licking at his happy trail before you stopped at his nipples. A wild idea popped into your head as you ran your tongue around his pink nub, causing his body to arch off of the bed. 

“Nuh uh, Daddy. Be a good boy for me.” You whispered, licking across his chest before licking around his left nipple, biting on it softly. A long whimper passed his lips as his hands ripped the stockings apart, his hands finally becoming free as he ripped the corset off of your breasts. You gasped softly, feeling the wind around you as he flipped you over on the bed. “You’ve teased Daddy long enough, mama. I’ve let ya have your little fun, but I’m not some toy for ya to play with.” You moaned out at his words as his lips made contact with your skin. You moaned softly, running your fingers down his arms as he kissed your breasts. 

His lips wrapped around your right nipple, nipping and sucking as he lifted your legs to wrap around his waist. He was like a ravaging beast, growls and mewls passing his lips as he attacked your breasts with his tongue and teeth. “Grab on me.” You whispered into his ear as he groped your thighs, spreading them apart as his cock lined up with your entrance. Elvis wasn’t letting up on his attack on your breasts as he pushed inside of you swiftly. You let out a sigh, your eyes shutting slightly before snapping back open as he lingered on top of you. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, your fingers rubbing at the nape of his neck. 

“Baby, you’re so sexy.” You whispered into his ear as he plowed into you, the headboard knocking against the wall. You gasped out at the sound, the confirmation that the people that slept in their rooms could hear. “Ya like that, mama?” Elvis growled into your ear as his fingers dug into your thighs, the painful feeling sending shivers down your body. You giggled as your fingers moved into his raven colored locks, slightly pulling at the strands. You nodded your head, soft moans passing your lips as he threw his head back at the tug of his hair. “I’m gonna make the entire house hear how good I’m fucking ya. You’re not gonna be able to show your face without thinking about how they heard ya moaning for me.” 

Your face burned with desire as you thought about how his mafia would stare at you the following day. His hips pounded into you faster, his balls slapping against your ass as he pressed his lips to yours, silencing your growing moans. “Shhhh, I thought I told ya to be quiet.” Elvis shot your earlier statement back to you, a smirk crossing his lips as he let go of your thighs before pulling out of you. He turned you over on your stomach, lifting your ass in the air before slamming back into you. You screamed into the sheets, muffling yourself as he held onto your hips tightly. You held on tightly to the sheets, your eyes rolling into your head as you chanted his name over and over again. 

His hand slapped across your ass repeatedly until it turned bright red, hissing noises passing your lips as you gritted your teeth together. “Be quiet, mama. Better yet, let them hear ya. Let them hear how naughty you’ve been to your Daddy.” You moaned out, trying to keep yourself up as you white knuckled the sheets. Elvis wore a shit eating grin on his face, watching you trying to keep your composure as he fucked into you. The coil in your stomach tightened once again as your breath caught into your throat. You whined out loudly, earning another smack on your ass as tears streamed down your cheeks. “I’m-I’m gonna fucking cum, Daddy. Please don’t stop.” You moaned out in tune with his thrusts.

“Cum for Daddy. Show him how good you are, little girl.” He leaned down, whispering in your ear before tugging on it with his teeth. You moaned out loudly, your juices squirting out of you, covering the sheets and your thighs as he continued fucking into you. He roared softly, gripping your ass cheeks in his hands as he sped up his thrusts, hitting each spot within you along with your cervix. You felt as if you would break apart if he kept fucking into you at the speed that he was using. “Oh shit, Elvis.” You whimpered out as he didn’t let up, your cheeks burning from the spanking and the groping. Elvis moaned repeatedly, incoherently pouring words out of his mouth as he was close. 

“Fuck, I’m cumming, mama. Ya ready? Take all of me.” Elvis roared as he spilled his seed into you, his hips sloppily thrusting into you slowly before he ceased his movements. At that moment, your fingers released the sheets as you sank down to the bed, whimpering from him filling you to the brim with his cum. “Fuck baby, that was-.” Elvis chuckled as he pulled out of you, replacing the loss of his cock with his fingers. He scooped up some of his cum, pulling you up by your waist before placing the digit in your mouth. You moaned around his finger, licking him clean before turning around to face him. “Magical, huh?” Elvis replied, pressing his lips to yours in a heated kiss before climbing into the bed with you. You couldn’t fight your exhaustion much longer as he pulled you into his arms, falling asleep as he rubbed his fingers up your arm. 

The following morning, you woke up to Elvis snoring beside you. You watched his chest rise and fall, smiling as you took in his beautiful features. You never realized how lucky you were to have such a loving man as Elvis, but you were starting to realize it at that moment. You slid out of the bed, careful not to wake him as you decided that you would shower before preparing for the day. After your shower and you getting dressed, you slipped out of the room, making your way down to the kitchen. Jerry was sitting at the dining room table, sipping at his morning coffee as his head snapped to see you walk in. 

Jerry smirked, placing the cup down on the table before crossing his arms. “I see you’re happy after last night.” You stopped dead in your tracks, tilting your head before opening your mouth to speak. He placed his hand up to stop you, before continuing with what he was saying. “The entire house heard ya, Y/N. If that’s what you’re asking, yes. We heard ya.” Your face heated up as you covered your mouth. Damn him. Damn him for not keeping you restrained. Elvis entered not long after, stretching his arms over his head as he patted your ass as he grabbed a cup of coffee from one of his chefs. “Had a fun night, E?” Jerry teased, earning a chuckle from Elvis. “What can I say? That’s the art of love.” You were definitely not gonna be able to show your face for a while. 

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