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leathered-laced · 2 days ago
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Greedy
Jimmy Darling x Male reader
WARNINGS - NSFW, Fingering, S E X
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You fall victim to the pleasure of Mr Jimmy Darling
A/N - Enjoy my lovelies! (I KNOW THIS IS AN OLD FIC- but…I had to bring it back-)
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“Don’t be afraid, I don’t bite” A smile so fond quickly followed, feeling the rising blush on your face. You quickly looked to the floor, smiling innocently…Jimmy liked that…He was beautiful…his hands, they didn’t bother you, they were interesting, different which you liked about him.
He also happened to be the one your sister was paying for his “services”, you heard he was good, with both genders. You quickly glance towards the man who was standing up eagerly, holding a hand out to you as a welcome. You follow through, holding onto the much larger hand, his warm fingers wrapping around your own hand caused you to shiver.
“B-Beautiful” you whisper. Jimmy’s heart was through the roof, how could someone think of his hands as beautiful…you were just a sweet little thing weren’t you.
He returned the compliment with a sincere smile, watching him, he lets go of your hand, walking over to the bottom of the bed awaiting for you to strip. No words were passed as you slowly lose one item of clothing to the next until you were stood, naked infront of him.
Jimmy licked his lips, his mouth going dry, eyes glued to your figure. You weren’t anything like your sister, you were shy, innocent…sweet, well endowed.
“Lay down for me peaches”
You almost want to whimper at the nickname, but you don’t, instead you do as told, slowly laying down on your back in the thin sheets of the bed. It wasn’t unusual for Jimmy to please a man, it was easy as much as touching a women.
Grabbing the liquid ointment from the bedside table, you watch as he covers two of his conjoint fingers which glistened underneath the ambient lighting.“Open up for me doll” His free hand lifts one of your legs up as you pull them as close as you could to your chest, watching as he dips his much larger hand, the lengthy two fingers circling your pucker.
Seconds passed by as your heart thumped away in your chest, closing your eyes you prepared yourself for the breach. Clutching the pretty pink sheet underneath you, you feel his fingers slip pass your tight ring of muscle, sinking into your ass.
You whimper out of pain at first, the burning sensation grew as his fingers grazed your velvet walls, pulling out slowly, he thrusted deeper this time, angling his thrusts upwards, curling his fingers as they rested against that spot.
You allow a high whimper to pass your open lips as you settle on the proud smirk sat on Jimmy’s face.“R-Right there-“ Pulling back slightly he allows you to breathe before pressing forwards again, again and again, over and over, brushing past that bundle of nerves which turned your vision a blinding white.
You’ve never felt this before, not like this, the burning of the stretch mixed with the pleasure of your g-spot. Your cock weaped with pre-cum, begging to cum as Jimmy thrusted again right into that spot. “Close peaches?”
You nod…which was enough for Jimmy to follow through with quicker hand movements, his large finger slipping in and out until you were no more but a mess. You clung to his arm, feeling yourself on the brink…then it happened.
He watched you cum, the moans that followed had Jimmy hard in his loose trousers. He rocked against the bed frame as drop after drop shot from your cock, covering your stomach. Jimmy slowly slipped his fingers from your now gaping hole, eyes glued to your sweaty body as he stands over you. “M-More…p-please” your whimpers and begging bring Jimmy enough courage to slip out of his clothes, although your sister gave strict instructions…you both wanted each other.
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sun-kiwis · 23 hours ago
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forgiving who you are for what you stand to gain, just know that if you hide it doesn't go away
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jpgcore · 2 days ago
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TW: FAKE BLOOD
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 。.。.。.。♡。.。.。.。
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( ◜‿◝ )♡🎀 by fridayt13th on twitter
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taintedvi0lets · a day ago
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Violet and Tate — *ೃ⋆༈⠀ཾ༵
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dreamypqulson · 2 days ago
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SARAH. CATHARINE. PAULSON.
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stayevildarling · 2 days ago
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Y/N: „Are you planning on hurting me?“
Wilhemina: „Well.. what did you think I was gonna do? hug you to death?“
Y/N: *mumbling* „That would be preferable“ 👉🏼👈🏼 *beaming smile*
*Wilhemina playfully rolls her eyes and smirks*
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prompt by: @littlewhispersofsolitude
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bunnyrecs · 2 days ago
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Slasher Bois
Slasher x reader
^ headcannons, reactions, preferences w/ multiple Slasher Bois
Jason Dean (JD) x reader
Billy Loomis x reader
Ghostface x reader
Tate Langdon x reader
Kevin Khatchadourian x reader
Thomas Hewitt x reader
Jason Voorhees x reader
Micheal Myers x reader
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copy-of-a-cheeto · a day ago
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Cody Fern as Michael Langdon.....choking...... 😯💨
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goodegrrrl · 2 days ago
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Hands and arms are helpful when modeling, I agree.
AND HER FACE 💕🥺
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cordeliasdarling · 2 days ago
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i miss cordelia and misty so much it’s actually making my heart hurt
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violetharmonsangels · 8 hours ago
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whiiiiplaaaaash · a day ago
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So I'm like half drugged out on nquil and coke zero. So I'm like not even sure I'm coherent but I drew Evan for his birf..
Doesn't even look like him but we're gonna blame it on the drugs and shitty water colour 👌
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kit likes sunflowers
aka random headcanons for the evans that just make sense
(this is really short but i wanted to post it so whatever)
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tate:
fiddles with his thumb ring when he’s nervous
owns all nirvana albums on vinyl, cd, and tape, but since you introduced him to spotify, he hasn't touched his music
steals your airpods all the time. ALL THE TIME. and never charges them up.
enjoys reading the classics
likes being both the big and little spoon; he likes to protect and be protected
plaid pyjamas man
kit:
really likes sunflowers
dilf (but we already knew that 😉)
really loves to bake and is a great baker. he makes a killer foccaccia!!
i haven’t got much for kit today, I’m sorry. i haven’t watched asylum in ages and my brain is just not going there!
kyle (post-death):
likes chamomile tea (and sips it like a boss)
you gave him a polaroid camera for christmas one year and he adores it - you always have to buy new film for him, as he uses it up so quickly
keeps a scrapbook of all his favourite moments living with you and the coven
*you flick through the pages, large, childlike letters construct simple words. there is a picture of a dog taken from behind the window of miss robichaux’s, and several blurry selfies of kyle pulling faces, and images of various coven members practicing magic. then you spot a photo of yourself; next to it is drawn a big, pink heart, with your name inside*
jimmy:
golden retriever energy
hates coffee
when he’s super drunk he likes to slap your backside, and when you get annoyed at him for behaving such a way, he gets all sulky and apologises with puppy eyes
“i’m sooooorrrryyyyy. it’s just your ass is so slapppa-ble.” *burps* “come hereeeee,” *reaches out for you and falls off the edge of the bed onto his face* “fuck!”
does a very convincing impression of elsa, which never fails to make you giggle
james:
you introduced him to true crime, and every time you watch it together, he critics each murder on how they could have been executed more successfully
“by god! you see, dearest, had he dissolved the body first, he would not have found himself with the issue he has procured! *sighs* amateurs. *shakes head in disapproval and sips absinthe*”
favourite colour is red -> red has connotations of blood, roses, passion, love, wine, power = jpm in a nutshell
father? apologies. father? apologies. father? apologies. *clears throat* ...DADDY
rory:
peanut-butter-banana-and-honey-toast-every-morning kinda guy (except sunday - sundays are for pancakes!)
goes for a run every business day morning at 6am
would make such a good dad
but like a goofy, fun-guy dad :)
kai:
has a habit of coming up behind them and resting his chin on the shoulder of all the women he's sweet-talked into joining his cult
was tempted to die his hair fire truck red but decidedly against it; he thought it would come across too strong and no one would join his cult
has a man-crush on regé jean page because i said so
twitter and reddit troll
jeff:
really into his karaoke (but unlike austin, cannot sing to save his life)
big dick energy
has a tesla (obvs)
jeff’s dad was really old fashioned and always read the newspaper each morning; a cigar and espresso was his breakfast
obsessed with memes
austin:
acts as though the world has ended when he gets pins and needles in his feet
gaga stan
wore converse as a baby (like yk the little baby converse shoes? baby austin definitely wore these)
the cool uncle
twitter and reddit mogul
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bleachedvi0let · 2 days ago
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Happy 35th birthday to the love of my life Evan Peters ❤️
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jpgcore · 2 days ago
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TW: FAKEBLOOD !
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 。.。.。.。♡。.。.。.。
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( ◜‿◝ )♡🎀by fridayt13th on twitter
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zorazvrwomanly · 9 hours ago
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amycehbursting · a day ago
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mwf-art · a day ago
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Long nails and straightened hair for a change. Wilhemina felt good 💅🏻
Ig: mwf.art
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copy-of-a-cheeto · 20 hours ago
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Sfw alphabet with tate langdon?😀❤️
[ᵃᵐᵉʳⁱᶜᵃⁿ
ʰᵒʳʳᵒʳ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ] 𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐚𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭
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𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦: american horror story
𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Tate Langdon × gn!reader
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: lil bit of language, I can't msg or talk without swearing—
A= Affection (how much affection do their give to their s/o?)
Literally every single ounce of affection, if there's one little negative emotion that you feel. He's gonna go all forced therapist on you.
Or just do anything to give you the most comfort. He checks up on you every single second
B= best friends (would they be friend with their s/o beforehand?)
For sure, he needs to know all of your likes and dislikes to see if you are worth being around lol
Plus he wants to build trust ofc, and make sure that you two have literally everything in common.
But he's attracted that make him not feel alone, basically. Like.. if he 'feels down' about himself, and that other person feels the same way but to themselves too, it kinda comforts him that he's not the only one going through a lot of shit.
C= cuddling (if they do cuddle how and when do they cuddle their s/o?)
He's the little spoon ofc, he encourages it every second that he's with you
The littlest bit of touch just makes his whole week
D= domestic (can they cook or clean?)
Not at all, he'd be annoying and make more messes than there are and make you cook for him 👍
Buttttt he tries his best, he just likes annoying you
E= effort (how much effort do they put into the relationship?)
SO MUCH. literally you can't even imagine. He treats everyday like it's ur wedding day.
F= fear (how do their take care of their s/o being scared?)
Does anything, comforts in any way. Tells them that everything is going to be okay. Probably has a favourite soup to make or some shit like that and just cuddles them.
G= gifts (what kind of gifs would they give their s/o)
He would get cheesy things, just to be cheesy... but he thinks showing love instead of giving something to show that he love you is better
H= hugs (how would they hug their s/o?)
Arms fully wrapped around, head tucked in your shoulder. Any way that will get your body over topping his
I = I love you (who would say it first?)
He'd probably say it too soon, a day goes by with him knowing you and he can't stop thinking about you
He'd say it in the most awkward situation ever too, there's just silence... and
J= jealousy (how jealous are they?)
Super fucking jealous, if you're talking to someone that isn't him, and he sees. You're never gonna see that person again. He wants you all to yourself <3
K= kisses (are they a good kisser? Who gave the first kiss? How do you kiss?)
Uhhh he's not the best but he tries his best. They are more like.. sloppy and needy cause that's how he is in general <3 he's always making the first moves.
L= little ones (do they want children? If so how many?)
(If Michael wasn't his son) Not at all,,, maybe one to just make a lil him of himself... and have one to feel proud of himself. He'd give his kid such a hard time though, if they makes a mistake.
M= mornings (how are mornings like with them?)
He never let's you leave the bed <3
Probably like... makes the bed for you, makes you food that is probably burnt...
N= nights (how are nights like with them?)
You guys never sleep cause you take up the whole night just talking about nonsense.. <3 but good nonsense. Why waste time sleeping when you are right next to the person you love
O= open (how open would they be with their s/o)
Open,,, like other people knowing... he wouldn't tell a soul.. but if someone else was getting thirsty 🤨 for u or something he'll be like.. "hey man, that's my partner" just for the badass effect lol
But meaning open to telling things. He'll tell you every single thing, even if it's tmi
P= playful
Sooooo playful... like.. he can never be normal around you cause 'BeiNNgG nNoOrRmaAlL isSSs foOrR LoSERs'
Q= quizzes (how much do they remember about their s/o?)
Every single thing, even if you can't remember what you said. He did.
R= remember (what’s one of their favourite moments in your relationship)
Every second that he's with you. Literally if it's a moment that he's learning more things about you, is the best.. :)
S= Security (how safe are you with them? How protective are they?)
Uhhh the most protective as ever. Would kill for you, would die for you. Literally stalks you whenever you aren't with him, he's a lil paranoid babey <3
T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)
The most, since he can't leave the murder house he tries his best tho.. he'll find things around the house that reminded him of you and kinda do a diy on it
U= ugly (what are their bad habits?)
Just overall super fucking clingy. And killing ppl but 😚 ahah
V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)
Kinda- but not really, he has the biggest ego ever so... probably spends an hour on his hair but it doesn't even look different compared to when it was 'messy'
W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)
100%. He wouldn't feel the same, you made him feel love and comfort and he just can never let you go
X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)
Finds it hot when you have something in common with him
Doesn't take no for an answer and never says no ;)
Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)
This crazy fucker loves everything. He loves being degraded cause his family has done that to him his whole life 😝 but to the point where you say like.. "I never loved you" or somethin' like that he'll take literally, and sob for a bit
Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)
He doesnt sleep at all cause all he wants to do it study your features and doesnt want to waste a second of looking at you
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goodegrrrl · 19 hours ago
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Wasteland
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Paring: Wilhemina Venable x Reader
Words: 2,253
Warnings: none? But let me know if there’s anything I should add.
Notes: I am working nights. Not sure if my brain is working 🥲.
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You had never known love. You thought you had experienced it before - before you met her - but she had proven you wrong. Over and over again. And you hadn’t even noticed it.
You had met Wilhelmina Venable almost five years ago, on a beautiful and sunny day in May. The flowers had just started to bloom after April had been uncharacteristically cold. As you were walking down the streets you could not help but notice the hauntingly beautiful woman dressed completely in purple.
She had been sitting on a wooden bench in the park close to your apartment, sipping her coffee as she was reading your favorite book. Her red hair was framing her face as a pair of glasses were perched on her delicate nose. She was a vision, standing out from the crowd like a lonely flower during a drought.
You felt yourself being pulled towards her, desperate to enter her universe, to read her story in her alluring brown eyes, reminding you of the old mahogany table in your grandpa’s office.
“Hi.”, you awkwardly stood in front of her, shifting your weight from one foot to the other. Only now you noticed the cane that was leaning next to her on the side of the bench. You couldn’t help but wonder if she used it only as an accessory or if she really needed it to assist her to walk.
Wilhemina looked around, surprised at you approaching her. She put down her book as she sat up just a little straighter. In her eyes you saw curiosity along with a hint of fear. She grabbed her cane before she finally met your eyes with hers.
“How may I help you?”, her voice was soft, sounding like a song you had not heard before but were sure you’d never get tired of. You gave her a timid smile. “I’m not sure. I just wanted to say hi.”
She let out a laugh as she slowly got up from her spot in the bench. You noticed that she leaned on her cane and the way she had to adjust her posture before she stood tall in front of you.
“I don’t have time for such nonsense.”, she sounded harsh now, almost intimidating. You were taken aback by the sudden cold nature of her words.
“I’m sorry?”, you didn’t mean for it to come out as a question but couldn’t really control your nervousness anymore.
“Is that so?”, she smirked, apparently entertained by your sudden change of attitude, “Why did you feel the need to disturb me?”
“Something about you just made me curious.”, you willed your voice to be confident as you crossed your arms in front of your body, “You’re reading my favorite book.”
She took a long, hard look at you. Her eyes were looking right into your soul and you averted your gaze, the ground beneath your feet incredibly interesting now.
“That’s what I thought.”, and without another word she turned on her heel the walk away, the sound of the clicking of her cane on the concrete mocking you.
You were sure that you would have never seen her again if you hadn’t picked up the forgotten book with her address written on the last page.
*
It had taken you a while, but over time you managed to peel off layer by layer until she lay bare in front of you. Only then you had discovered what it felt like to love someone unconditionally.
The woman you had met on that beautiful day in May had shown you the deepest and darkest corners of her soul, had opened her heart to you, had let you see the ugliest parts of humankind. And everything that was so incredibly, hauntingly, painfully magical.
Being loved by Wilhemina Venable was unlike anything you had experienced before. You constantly felt like you were on a roller coaster - experiencing life in every color you could imagine. With her, always by your side.
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You had thought that she had become insane after she had told you about the apocalypse, the impending doom. Her eyes had sparkled brighter than the stars and you could see her excitement reflected in them. It had taken her a few days to make you believe that what she was saying was the truth.
At times you had been scared. Of her. Of the end of the world. Of what was about to come. She had eased your worries with kind words and gentle touches, had promised you safety and a lifetime with her. But she had changed and as the dark abyss had come closer, she had pulled away from you as she got drunk on her newfound power.
But you had stayed with her. Had made excuses, had found explanations, had justified her behavior. She had told you about her past, had told you about the unrelenting hurt she had to endure, the countless surgeries trying to fix her spine, the infinite mocking of all the people she had ever loved. The ultimate betrayal.
You had stayed. And now you were here. Deep underground with the woman you loved more than life itself.
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You could not shake the bad feeling that was penetrating your whole being. You could feel it in the blood cells pumping through your veins, in your sore muscles, your tired bones. It felt like a dark cloud had overthrown your soul, deep within you. Your heart was nearly bursting out of your chest, hammering violently against your rib cage.
As you slowly opened your eyes, still heavy and tired, you tried to reach for her. The other side of the bed you shared was cold, the sheets having been thrown to the side, leaving you feeling lonely and empty. You shot up in bed, suddenly wide awake, panic coursing through your body.
The room was only illuminated by the fire that was burning away lazily in the fireplace along with a few candles having been placed on whichever surface would hold them. A few of them had already burned out. You let your eyes get used to the dark, lifting yourself out of bed to look for the woman who usually occupied the sport right next to you.
As you walked through the long corridors of the outpost, desperate to find her, the sinking feeling in your stomach only increased. It was quiet. Eerily quiet.
Then, you heard voices. The door at the end of the hallway opened.
You quickly walked down the corridor, coming to a halt right in front of the room Langdon had used ever since he had arrived at the outpost.
“Ms. Venable?” Your voice rung through the quiet room as Langdon turned around to meet your gaze. Only now you realized that he had his fingertips right on her spine, roaming over the scars that brought her so much pain. Your heart shattered and you were afraid that he’d be able to hear the pieces hitting the ground. He only smiled.
“I need to talk to Ms. Venable.” Your voice was stronger than you would have expected it to be, your eyes holding his gaze, darting to her frame only for a second.
“She’s all yours.”, he didn’t even try to hide the smirk gracing his face.
Without meeting your eyes she walked past you, not even bothering to zip up her dress. Her cane seemingly mocking her with every step she took.
You let your eyes rest on Langdon for a moment before you turned on your heel to follow your girlfriend through the darkened halls of the outpost.
“Mina?” You could hear the hesitancy in your own voice, making you sound like a small child, unsure and quiet.
“Don’t.” Her voice was sharp, harsh and unrelenting “I don’t need your pity.”
You could feel the rage bubbling up inside of you, but swallowed it whole. “I’m not pitying you.”, soft, gentle. The opposite of how you wanted to react.
“Zip me up.”, you weren’t sure if she had ever addressed you in such a cold manner. Usually she saved this tone for the other occupants of the outpost.
“It’s me, Mina. Don’t shut me out.” You took a few deep breaths, in and out, “I’m here.”
Wilhemina let herself sink onto the mattress, the remaining strength leaving her body as she put her cane against the nightstand.
“I’m here.”, sitting down next to her as you gently grabbed her hand, “I’m not leaving.”
Slowly, hesitantly, you lifted her hand to your lips and placed a gentle kiss on the soft skin of her palm. “You’re beautiful.”
Wilhemina let out a low laugh, shaking her head “Don’t lie to me.” She discreetly wiped at her eyes, not wanting to let you see her pain, see through her facade and expose her bruised soul to you.
“Mina, please. Don’t. I am here. I love you.”, you put her hand over your heart, “Here. It only beats for you.”
Finally, she met your gaze. In her eyes you could see all of her pain, the hurtful words, the haunting memories. “You’re everything to me.”, your voice was barely above a whisper. “Let me help you. Please.”, you got back up and walked over to the dresser in the corner of the room, grabbing her nightgown and your pajamas.
“It’s just me. I know you. The real you.”, you knelt down in front of her and gently intertwined your hands with hers. “Let me get you comfortable?”
Still. Only a shake of her head. No words left her full lips.
Wilhemina let herself sink down onto the mattress, lifting the covers and pulling them over her bruised body. You felt helpless as silent sobs shook her body.
You threw the pajamas aside and got up slowly, not wanting to scare or push her as you walked around the bed to the other side. You got under the covers and gingerly scooted closer to her until you were able to embrace her trembling body.
“I’m here.”, you repeated the words, over and over, engraving them into her brain, pulling her closer to you.
Your lips found their way to her spine, placing featherlight kisses on her scars. The bruised skin was angry, standing out like someone ready for a fight. You could feel your own tears traveling down your cheeks.
“I’m sorry.”, her voice was laced with tears, “I’m so sorry I am like this. You don’t deserve this. I’m sorry.”
Wilhemina succumb to her pain, let herself be consumed by it as she pressed herself into you. You just held her tighter as she cried.
“I love you so much. You’re everything. You’re so beautiful. I love you. I love you. Deeply.”, you were sure she could hear the tears in your voice.
You felt her shift in your arms, turning around as she buried herself into you, making herself smaller in your embrace. You caressed the side of her face with your nose, your tears mixing together with hers, “I love you.”, a mantra.
She tried to pull you closer, tried to crawl deeper into you. You willed yourself to calm down, willed your racing heart to find a slower rhythm, willed your tears away as your lips found her forehead, “Loving you is easy, Mina.”.
She held on tightly to the fabric of your shirt, trying to ground herself as she started hyperventilating, “Shhh… I’m here. You’re not alone. I love you.”, again, again, and again.
Your hand found it’s way to her hair, gently massaging her scalp as your lips kissed the soft skin underneath her earlobe. Your other hand ran over the exposed skin of her back, gently pressing down on her spine to ground her back to reality, to make her come back to you, to stop her thoughts from spinning around in her head.
“It’s okay, Mina. You’re safe with me. I’m here. I’m not letting go.”, you desperately wished that you had been able to get to her before the world did, before she had had to endure all of the pain, all the surgeries, all the mocking, sneering. If you were able to, you’d turn back time. You’d give your all to protect her. Her heart.
You didn’t know much time had passed until her breathing gradually slowed down, how long it took for her to loosen your grip on you. You could feel the tension leaving her body as only silent tears traveled down her cheeks.
You slowly pulled down the zipper of her dress completely, finding her eyes with yours to let her give you permission. She nodded as she took her arms out of the heavy garment and kicked it aside with her feet, leaving her only in her underwear. “So beautiful.”, your voice was quiet as you pressed a kiss right underneath her eye, pulling her close to you.
“I need you.”, she sounded so unlike herself. Her voice was hoarse and raspy, like she had drunk a bottle of whiskey and smoked a packet of cigarettes. Her hands unbuttoned your shirt and you helped her by discarding your pants.
Your fingers ghosted over her back as your lips caressed every inch of skin they could reach. She nuzzled herself into you as her arms snaked around your middle. You had created your own little world together, leaving no space for anyone else. You didn’t know where you ended and she began. But that’s how you wanted it to be.
You wanted all of her. The good and the ugly.
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