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dreamypqulson · 2 years ago

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— soon they’ll be happiness, for now we’ll fight

summary: it's getting bad again, with relapsing and heavy feelings, and all ally can do is unconditionally love you through it all.

pairing: ally mayfair-richards x reader

warnings: self-harm, depression

word count: 1700

You don't really remember when it got bad again, but you knew that you were seriously hurting when your arm had that stinging pain again. You couldn't say that you didn't enjoy it. That you didn't find comfort in it. Feeling as much happiness as you did lately just didn't feel right. This sadness was all that was meant for you and it was only what you deserve anyways.

Nevertheless there was still a part inside of you that tried to fight off your depression and anxiety, your horrid mindset. You wanted help, but you didn’t want to get better. You just needed someone there for you, to make you feel like everything would be okay until their arms weren't around you anymore. You needed your Ally.

After gliding the blade across the soft flesh of the inside of your arm, you went downstairs to Ally's at home office. You tried to press down the the cuts with a tissue to stop the bleeding, but it kept bubbling up with dots of blood until you eventually gave up and just let it bleed.

Your sleeves were long and your sweatshirt was dark colored so you wouldn't frighten Ally right as you walked in. You knew she had her own struggles with mental health, but never to the point that you did. She was still trying to learn to help you.

The door was already wide open so you let yourself in. Your steps were slow and not less than hesitant. You truly debated whether to do the right thing and tell her or to just run back upstairs and hurt. Ally was well aware of your struggles and always tried her best to help you through everything, but she thought you were getting better.

"Ally?" You say, voice small and vulnerable. It grasped her from the paper work that was laid out in front of her. She had been very busy since becoming the senator, but always made time for you. And she told you to come to her whenever your hurting, anyways.

"Hi, baby! C'mere," she patted her lap. She could tell that something was up with you just by your body language itself, but decided to just ignore the gut feeling.

You sat yourself on her lap but kept your arm coddled close to the front of your body. Your hair was all messy and your eyes were puffy and red from crying. You looked like a train hit you and you've never felt more disgusting.

"Ally," you said again. You were trying so hard to build up the confidence to tell her. She hummed and kissed the skin right below your ear. That, at least, made you smile a little bit. "I— It's— It's getting bad again."

It took Ally a moment to fully process what you meant, but she quickly came to realization. "Okay. Okay. Thank you for telling me. Did you hurt yourself, sweetie?" Her voice was ever so soft, but you could still hear the lingering fear hidden within her.

"Mhm. I'm sorry I didn't come to you first." You started to heavily cry again. It felt good to let the tears flow freely. She pulled your head to her chest and begin to slowly rock you back and forth. It was a comforting thing. Ally always knew how to make you feel safe and comforted.

"Baby, that's completely okay. I do want you to come to me first next time but i'm proud of you for even telling me. That's so brave of you." She kissed your head a couple times to truly show her love. You could've sworn that you felt a tear drop of hers fall onto your head too. "I want to clean them though. Is that okay, can I do that?"

Ally was always looking out for your health, whether that be physical or mental. It made you fell loved. Certainly when you could could hardly even take care of yourself. You nodded against her chest, and then she was gently pulling you up with her.

She held onto your hand the entire time to the bathroom and then helped you up onto the sink counter. Not because she thought your would run, but because she knew you were always extra needy in this state.

She looked at you deeply in the eyes and waisted until you nodded for her to pull your sleeve up. The remaining blood on the cuts smeared as she did and your arm looked nearly like a murder scene. She still had yet to show any type of disgust at it though. You loved her for that.

She cleaned away the blood with a wet wash cloth as gently as she could although it still didn't hurt you very much. You really couldn't feel much of the pain on your arms at this point.

"My love, how about a bath? It'll make you feel good." Ally knew you loved when she simply just washed and took care of you. She also knew that the water could stop the little bleeding you had left of the cuts.

You hummed again, too tired to even speak by now. She kissed your forehead and went over to the bath to start it up.

You felt bad for putting all of this on her. You felt that you should apologize for it, although you knew deep down that nothing you said could take away all this shit you caused. Your guilt grows and so does more tears. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry for all of this. Please don't leave me."

She quickly turned back around after the water began pouring out. Her heart broke seeing you a sobbing mess like that. She grabbed your hands and gave both knuckles a kiss. It was something she did that always earned a giggle from you, but right now it hasn't worked.

"I'm right here, darling. I'm not leaving you. Not ever. I love you too much," she rested her forehead against yours and you could feel her staring into your eyes but you didn't have the guts to meet the gaze. "And no more sorries. You've done nothing wrong, you are just human, that's all."

You let out a tired sigh and your head moved to rest on her shoulder, taking in her sweet scent that smelled like home. You were luckily to have someone so wonderful to get you through this. Otherwise, you think you would’ve been stuck in that dark hole.

She eventually helped you off of the counter and undressed you. Typically, she would get into the bath with you. You would share a romantic bubble bath together. But she knew that what you needed right now was for someone to just help you get through simple tasks.

The water was hot but not boiling. She always somehow got the perfect temperature for you. Right as you sat down, you curled up with your knees to your chest and arms around that, making yourself feel small. When the water came in contact with the cuts, it did begin to sting but you were so numb to everything that you hardly even realized it after a few moments.

Ally scrubbed some shampoo into your hair. You could've fallen asleep at the soft fingers scratching your scalp. She was so gentle and delicate with you. Sometimes you wonder if she thinks that you are just a fragile piece of glass that would shatter under a harsh touch. That's what you felt like sometimes.

She reached for the shower head and detached it to rinse the soap out of your hair after a deep scrub. "Eyes closed, sunshine." You closed your eyes and smiled at the nickname. Ally would always call you that whenever you’re feeling down or ill. She is your sunshine. You should be calling her that.

Ally began to scrub your body and lather you hair with conditioner, then repeat the process of rinsing. When completed, she helped you out of the bath and wrapped you up in a fresh, clean towel.

Instead of moving, you wrapped your arms around her for a few moments. You needed a minute of just peace before time began again. If you didn't have Ally, you would've just wallowed away in bed, never to be seen or cared about again. You were so grateful for her, and you yearned to return the favor of her kindness.

Ally brings you back into the bedroom along with bandages and antiseptic. She sits both you and herself on the bed. You stared down at the duvet, suddenly too ashamed and embarrassed. You always hated when the attention was brought back to your self harm. "Can I see them, my love?"

Instead of answering, you simply just extend your wounded arm. She takes the antiseptic and applies some to the broken skin on your arms. With the cuts now settled, it burns, but you ignore the pain. She bandages the broken skin and you, somehow, feels better now that you don't have to see the red lines.

"I am so proud of you for telling me. Words can't even express it." She lifts your arm up and places a chaste kiss to the covered cuts. You could cry again. You almost do. But you quickly blink those tears away. "Don't take it away from yourself that you told me."

She knew that your mind would betray you...but you should've came to her before you did it. You nod and give her a weak smile. She doesn't wait for a verbal response because she knows you’re too drained for that.

"How about you put some comfy clothes on and I’ll order us a pizza? We can have a lazy day and watch movies." And she knew that you hated feeling indolent over your mental health problems, so she always manages to turn it around into something more acceptable for your own mind.

“Yes! I love you," you've said it a million times before, but it just blurts out this time. It feels so real, so true, so natural. I love her, she's the one.

She giggles at you and taps your nose. You scrunch it up and she leans forward to capture your lips in a kiss. Everything hurts, but this doesn't. This is the one good thing, and for once, this type of happiness is not such a scary thing. "I love you too, my sweet girl."

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enchantressb · 1 year ago

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Hey I am looking for someone to commission a leg 🦵 tattoo idea for me, including the following characters :

Alcina Dimitrescu

Mother Miranda

Dimitrescu Sisters

Mildred Ratchet

Larissa Weems

Lady Lesso

🥀🖤Thanks in advance 🥀🖤

#lady alcina dimitrescu #larissa x alcina #alcina x female reader #alcina dimitrescu x mother miranda #lady lesso x reader x larissa #mildred #nurse ratched #dimitrescu sisters

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nemesyaaa · 6 months ago

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ASYLUM AU ! dark!patient!rafe x new!nurse!reader

summary ; everybody warned you about this patient, but you wanted to give him a chance as the new little nurse of the asylum. you just have to feed him nothing more, how can it turn bad ? or maybe your deep hidden secret was that you expected this... ? to be alone for some minutes with him.

warnings : dark content. knife play. violence. smut. sick behavior. mentions of threats. asylum place. mean!rafe. oral (m.receiving.). fear enthousiast. mentions of spit. dubcon. manipulation. agressive behavior. choking. size kink. slight of corruption. rafe being a menace as always.minors DNI. be careful with the warnings. maybe some mistakes too, i'm too dumb.

author's note : i wrote this with a big headache so please, it's maybe a little shitty and i'm sorry. this is strongly inspired by the show " ratched " and not the season of ahs. ngl at first, i wanted to make a mildred!reader but with rafe, it's a bit complicated. anyways !

“i don’t think it’s a good idea to send y/n to deal with rafe. she's still new in the asylum....and rafe? you know how he is, it's not a secret. . he could hurt her. ” said the man who worked with you and obviously who had a crush on you. you didn’t know if it was jealousy or a real sign of affection.

you had arrived at the asylum a week ago, and everyone had been nice to you, the patients and the workers. that's why you were very intrigued by rafe, because you knew he had a difficult connection with all the people here, and only a strict set of people could interact with him. you wanted to know more about him so badly because of the mystery around him. and maybe you were curious about what he looked like after what everyone was saying about this guy.

“shut up, man ! i think it’s a very good idea. ” your colleague said, discreetly giving you a knife, with a smile on her face.

“is he that dangerous? ” you replied, raising an eyebrow.

“you’re so innocent, y/n! ”

“i’m not. it's just that i don't understand the use of this knife. there is enough security i think. ”

nevermind, you were definitely ready. you had waited for this day since you arrived here. it was annoying to see everyone treating you like a baby and making you sit there doing nothing or like an intern giving you the worst chores.

“believe me, you’ll need it. it’s an asylum, everyone’s mad, and you know what? this one guy. " she whispered so close to your ear. "he's the worst of all." and she was gone, leaving you with a nice shiver in your stressed body.

you should hate this place, the nightmares and the problems that haunted these walls. but that's exactly what you came for, ever since you were heard that rafe cameron had been interned in this place, you had done everything to be transferred there he had killed an incalculable number of people, without mercy, without remorse, without regrets and what killed all these people, this sentence. this sadness, made you so curious.

how could a man be so cold and cruel? you needed to know it, see it and feel it.

but you finally saw the light. you had hidden the knife in your lace garter underneath your pretty blue nurse uniform. it was quite short, the skirt going up just below your butt, it was as indecent as it was seductive.

you had to go through several back doors, and deal with security. the guard had given you some advice, and asked you to be careful. you replied politely “can you leave me alone with my patient? i wish it were both of us so as not to rush him. you know he's already in a lot of pain, he's very mad. you don't want to make his situation worse, do you? i ask for the respect of his privacy. ” you had convinced him with your devotion, and kind smile. and you had entered the devil's room without really knowing what you were getting yourself into.

“another new girl? ” a deep, masculine voice had said through the bars of a cell, you could hear the ringing of handcuffs.

“you gotta love scaring them away, rafe cameron. ”

“wrong, sweetheart but nice try. i prefer when they stay. it's more fun when they realize they're stuck with me. ”

“do you realize how sick you are, rafe? ” you allowed yourself to be familiar with him while gathering his meal out of the cart to bring to him.

“you’ll be the one to tell me, y/n. after all, that’s what you’re here for. ” he had no shame, no restraint, and you could feel that he was trying to make you lose control, to upset you, to get on your nerves, and to make you crazy. he was just testing you.

“how do you know my first name? ”

“oh i think your boyfriend likes to say your name a lot when he comes to see me. ”

“i don’t have a boyfriend. ”

you approached to finally discover his face. you expected a monster, a misshapen man, a dark creature but it was none of that. he was a boy with a charming face, a neat hairstyle, and magnificent features. he looked so good physically but you also knew that mental illnesses couldn't be seen on someone's face. but it was as if his own beauty romanticized his perfect madness. reconnecting with reality, you glared away.

“open your mouth. ” you ordered.

with such a sick smile, he replied. “ i really love when my little nurses come to feed me. don't make me waste anything. there's nothing i can't eat here. ” he responded while looking at you, his eyes scanning you, from your breasts compressed in your uniform, to the tiny dress who covered your quivering body.

“i can remove your handcuffs if you promise to behave.”

“ what else, sweetheart? you're the boss, here. ”

“promise me. ”

“you really want to trust me? i wouldn't do that in your place. ” you could tell he was clearly having fun with you. that the more you wasted your time, the more he gained.

“promise me. ”

“ promised. ” he responded gently but there was something so wrong, so bad in his voice.

you had undone him from his handcuffs, and he had grabbed you, holding your body harshly against the bar. you felt pain when your back crushed the cold metal. his hand had circled your neck, completely locking it with his fingers.

“sorry sweetheart, i’m really not good at keeping my promises. and i can't keep my hands to myself with such a beautiful girl in my company, that would be disrespectful, don't you think? don't look at me with those eyes, you wished for it. i can even say that you manifested it because i can't believe you're that stupid or maybe you are. but in this case, let me make you even more senseless. ”

you were short of air and rafe had noticed. you wondered if he was going to kill you, but you remembered that he liked to play. in a false movement, you dropped your knife.

“it’s your lucky day! you won't be the only toy in the party, doll. ”

he had removed his hand from your mouth and while you were trying to catch your breath, he had picked up the knife. he had hooked one of your hands to the bars with the handcuffs. there were tears on your cheeks when the object approached your arm.

“you know you would be even prettier if you let me draw a smile on your face? ”

you shook your head to defend him from doing that. you didn’t want him to hurt you, or feel that sharp thing on you.

“can i give you a new haircut then? wouldn't you like to have shorter hair? don't make those eyes, this knife must be useful to us. your body is betraying you, you should hate it for giving me so many bad ideas. ”

he had cut the buttons of your dress with the knife, revealing your bra with the smooth, shiny surface. “ such a gorgeous thing with pretty parts. he had dragged your uniform to the floor. “you have pretty eyes, too bad they hate me so much. ”

you turned your head when he tried to lick your face, but he didn’t like it. he had violently grabbed your jaw, slamming it against the metal iron, and forcing you to look at him. “i really tried to be nice....ok no, maybe i'm lying, i never tried to be nice to you but i was patient. and now i’m pissed. and guess who's going to have to fix it?”

he licked the side of your cheek, before biting the corner of your mouth, his teeth sunk in your bottom lip. while he sucked his favorite part of your face, he slided his tongue in you, making a rough contact with your throat, his saliva mixed with yours. you moaned against him, freaking out when a bead of blood came out in your widen drippin slit. “ swallow it, sweetheart. 's not gonna kill you. ”. he kissed you intensely, forcing you to swallow the blood and the spit that dropped in your moth, his hand around your hips, pressing his fingers into your skin. he loved to watch the fear in your glossy eyes, watching the fall of your boundaries because of him. you were so nervous, shaking with tense.

“ get on your fucking knees, doll. do something good for me, only once in your fucking useless life.”

surely because of his firm tone and his temperament but above all because of the knife at your throat that threatened you, you had listened to him. you were facing his boner. “i think you’ve already done that. you just have to do it again with me. ” with a speed that had terrified you, he had squeezed your cheeks in his hand, digging them with his fingers. “be careful, sweetheart. i'm not as nice as your boyfriend, dare to put your teeth in, even if it's just a molar, and i can promise you that i would also allow myself to damage you. so, if you want to keep that face intact, you know what you have to do. ”

“ you hurt me!”

“yes, and i love it, doll. the more you complain, the more i will do it.”

suddenly tired of your stupidities, he forced your hands to unzip his pants, and remove his boxers. he was huge. not your usual type. he had opened your mouth which you refused to open with the knife. “try to bite me, and it will be worse. ”

he had pushed his hard cock into your mouth, and without waiting, started making you suck. his large cock occupied your tongue, you breathed hard as he shoved every inch deep, his hand was wrapped around your hair in a brutal grip, tugging fiercely every time you tried to take a break. but the rythm was unbearable, his slippery leaking tip was hitting the back of your throat, and his bulge seemed to grow every time you took him in your mouth. you could feel the drool dripping around his cock, the way your saliva pooled. your lips were swollen and wet, completely abused. his balls sopping wet with your spittle, lazily slapping in a pornographic sound. your mascara was running, your eyes were twinkling.

you could hear him enjoying the show of your downfall because he was the only master of it, his grunts becoming one of the sounds in the room, along with your muffled cries, the smack of his balls in the air, the dull buzzing in your head. everything was happening so fast. “stop. ” he had removed his fat length from your mouth, pressed the tip against your tears before making you suck again. “is my dick better with your flavor, sweetheart? ” you didn’t know if you really hated him. the thing that disgusted you about him, this madness, this attitude, also excited you. you felt strongly giddy.

your panties were immerged, the wetness flowed between your thighs. “ you're supposed to take care of me, but it looks like you need someone to take care of you. ”

you sucked back and forth, your tongue rolled on his big girth. he was painfully hard, and your throat started to hurts. he pushed himself deeper in your mouth, smirking everytime you were about to pass out. when he had finally had enough, he pulled back, taking his penis in his hands, you had chased the trickle of drool between the two of you and sniffling. your cheeks were wet with tears and saliva, everything was mixed in a mess. “ look like your sick patient is feeding you, how do you feel about this, little nurse ? what about your job ? too bad, there are no cameras here, but also pretty lucky for the two of us, nobody can disturb. but soon, the guard security’s gonna check on you because they care a lot about your safety. but i'm curious now, what they will think if they found you without your uniform, but mostly, what will they think about me inside their favorite little nurse ? especially, your sweet boyfriend. it would be so disappointed to see the one he love is not interested because she prefered to be fucked by his ennemy. seems like, you can hurt a lot of people too, sweetheart. ”

you understood why he was locked up differently from the others. he was so manipulative. but also aggressive. he had torn your underwear with the knife. you shivered as you felt the cold metal surface on your skin. you were literally scared, your pulse had accelerated, your breathing too. you weren't a fan of knives but the problem was that the more afraid you were, the more you motivated him to want to hurt you.

“relax” he had said as he placed the knife back against your collarbones, pressing it against your bone. then slided it down your neck, the metal tip lightly stinging your skin. “you know i can’t kill you, doll. i can only torture you. “

that didn't reassure you at all, you preferred that he killed you. as if he had read your mind, he replied. “you should be more scared of what i can do to you than what the knife could. i will hurt you better. ”

he had moved the knife to your stomach, then to your wet pussy. “there’s more than just fear from what i see. and you can't deny it. " he continued, sliding the sharp object at your entrance.

“ please, rafe ! not in…i-i-i-m begging you ! ”

“ you beg ? so sweet. but do you know what ? i don't care, honey. ”

“ you…i'm sure…i mean, you're not that sick ! please…”

“ if you say please once again, i'm pretty sure i can cum between your legs. ”

the tip of his knife had caressed the inside of your sloppy cunt. “don’t worry, i won’t go any further. ” he withdrew the knife, and licked the blade. “i fear, everything is sweet about you, pretty nurse. now, spread those legs for me. ”

“we can't do that, the guard is right next door! he can hear everything and imagine if he comes” you started to panic. with a mocking tone, he replied “for the time, i can handle it but for the noise, it's on you, sweetheart. do you think you can do that ? don't answer, i don't fucking care at all because i will fuck you in any case. ”

“you shouldn't do that, it's really bad, you might regret it! ” you tried to stop him, but the knife hit your throat. “don't try to escape something that's going to happen, it's a waste of time. and i hate it. ” he lost his patience and opened your legs with one hand, she was big and strong enough to control you on her own. he had slightly moistened his cock before going inside of you.

“ one move, one scream or one fucking bite and i will rip your throat, got it ? ”

you nodded, and his thrusts started to get rougher, he pounded you deep in your stupid little cunt, hitting the spot with no mercy. you wanted to shout but the knife was clearly too close to do anything stupid. you bitten your own lips, a drop of blood dripped in your mouth. he smacked your ass a couple of times to the point you felt the bruises and the pain quickly. his teeth were on your shoulder, leaving marks. it was painful, but you don't wanted to be a crybaby. you held back your tears, while he crushed you against the metal.

he stretched you to your limits and you barely held back a cry. he smiled before covering your mouth with your underwear. his body was sweaty, you could see the sweat sheen his body. your body slammed against his, and against the bar. he had pushed your thong between your lips but also his fingers which you sucked with enormous devotion, you licked every inch of his skin, you covered them with drool, you made them completely soaked. he eventually added a lot of his spit. you must have looked like nothing at all. you were even less credible in your role of nurse. he was no more groans as he reached your first orgasm, but more desperate whispers, quick back and forth in your uncontrollably leaked swollen cunt, as his eyes were all over your face. his dick was harder because of seeing you with his fingers and your panties stuffing perfectly your slutty mouth.

he lifted up your leg to watch himself getting buried inside your walls. “ i'm afraid that now you can't deny that this pussy is mine. ” he said, removing your thong from your mouth.

“ i'm not y-yours...rafe ! ”

“ i fear it will be against your will then, sweetheart because your fucking cunt really like me. ”

he grabbed your face, forced you to look at your messy part. “ still deny, fucking slut ? you really want me to pull that knife inside. ”

again, you shook your head.

“say it. you know your words. ”

“this pussy is yours, only yours! ”

he plowed you for a long moment, and you can't even think anymore. you were too dumb, too dizzy. your head spinned, and your body only moved because of him pounding retlessenly. you squirted a lot, you splashed a little on him but it was nothing unlike him. when he came, it had gushed into your pussy, the thick and white loads filled you, while his sweaty and heavy balls emptied inside you.

“ sweetheart, you're really my favorite nurse. don't forget to tell the director how mean i was to you. ”

“ why did you cum in me ? ”

“ for any inconveniences, you can tell the director. she will be glad to know how i fuck all her little nurses. and you're not an exception. ”

“ what if i'm pregnant ? ”

“ you're so naive. pregnant or not, nobody's gonna forgive you for that sin. ”

“ i'm leaving. ”

“ don't forget the knife, you know how to play with it now. ”

“ i hope you will stay here forever.”

“ you can pray for it, sweetheart but i fear god doesn't listen to sinners. ”

i wanted to tysm @dark-fics-4-you and @bunnyrafe for helped me with this one. <333

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absolutemadladdie · 3 years ago

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"I like it, Picasso" fanfictions, 100/10 would read again (this list will be on constant edit mode): (MAKING A SECOND LIST BECAUSE I'M AT MAX LINKS ON THIS ONE)

Ps. (*)=angst, (**)=smut

SARAH PAULSON STORIES

AMERICAN HORROR STORY

Billie Dean Howard

Mirror, mirror**

In dusty pink silk**

Where eyes can’t pry our kisses

Addicted to the way we love**

The silver moon loves you as I do

Hurt me once

The Weeping Angel

Don’t ask me what could have been*

Where eyes can’t pry our kisses

An Ocean Away

Love you for a long time (series) (1), (2), (3), (4)**, (5)**, (6), (7)

my racing hands down your hips**

last of the true believers**

you found this, you need this

as long as you are with me, there’s no place i’d rather be

happy new year, my love

you’re my lobster

mind is just as frail as it’s frame, you know i’d leave it alone*(sad ending)

praise me**

make you scream**

corruption**

Lana Winters

love slipped beyond your reaches

i’ll always carry you

Cordelia Goode

Your night with Cordelia

A Winter Surprise, Part 2**

And your touch burns in the light of the morning**

Loving Blind**

Into the light (I’ll hold you)*

Flower’s bleed pink under the setting sun

Sisters under the sun

Hold me into the new dawn

Playing with fire

Guide my shaking hands until they still

you’re my jewel (1), (2)

can the city forgive?

remembering is her favorite pastime

baby, heaven’s in your eyes**

when i fell you were there, with your hands in the air

the morning after nye

make it taste like love**

you make me feel like a teenager in love

You are loved**

drunk in love

you’ll get sick

her reflection**

Bette and Dot Tattler

Sally McKenna

Footsteps leave echoes in the sand*

Greiving for something not lost*

you made your mark on me

Audrey Tindall

so inviting, i almost jump in

i missed you

Ally Mayfair-Richards

Six

The forest is calling and I must go

It comes and goes in waves

friday i’m in love

eyes full of stars

i only want you

I’ll shut you up

Wilhemina Venable

I thought I’d killed you

What a Year

Count**

In sleep and in dreams you are mine

Light shines from within the cracks of gold

I dont know my name (1), (2), (3)*

and all the pieces fall right into place**

i felt forever when i laid upon your chest

i will see you right

the girl in the dress cried the whole way home.

you’re my religion

drawing hearts in the byline

the future isn’t worth its weight in gold (1), (2), (3)

I know that you never sleep

I do care about you

Tuberculosis Karen

Mamie Eisenhower

AMERICAN CRIME STORY

Marcia Clark

Linda Tripp

RUN 2020

Diane Sherman

RATCHED 2020

Mildred Ratched

somewhere between desperate and divine**

OCEAN'S 8

Tammy

STUDIO 60 ON A SUNSET STRIP

Harriet Hayes

MRS. AMERICA

Alice McCray

GLASS

Ellie Staple

THE GOLDFINCH

Xandra with an X

“Show me”**

CAROL

Abby Gerhard

MULTI CHARACTER

Three’s not a crowd, especially when it’s us (Cordelia Goode x Reader x Wilhemina Venable) (1), (2), (3), (4)**, (5)*

i’m burning (Billie dean Howard x reader x Xandra)(1), (2)**

stay awake, wait for me (series) (Billie Dean Howard x Reader x Cordelia Goode) (1), (2)**, (3), (4)**

the altar is my hips** (Billie Dean Howard x Reader x Audrey Tindall)

‘tis the damn season (Ally x Reader x Cordelia)

the pleasure’s all mine (Wilhemina Venable x reader x Mildred ratched

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cabensonsgirly · 2 years ago

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I wanna be your bubblegum bitch. (18+)

Content: Derogatory language, talk of smut, needles, medication, medical stuff

"Nurse Ratched? What's that collar under your uniform?"

"It's none of your business, that's what it is. But if you must know, it is a shirt."

"Just a plain one?"

"What? Do you want me to strip so you can see this plain shirt I have on underneath? Maybe you need to be admitted here."

"I- No- No, that's not- I'm-"

"Live, laugh, lobotomy. Now, I suggest you get back to work before I change my mind."

"I- Of- of course, Nurse Ratched. Sorry Nurse Ratched." You stand there for a moment, trying to keep yourself composed, and not burst into a fit of laughter at how calmly she said such a bizarre yet appropriate saying for her line of work. You turn around and cover your mouth as you have a giggle fit, hoping that your hand was enough to muffle your sound. When you finally turn back around to face Mildred, she looked thoroughly pissed off, her features more cold than usual.

"You either stop laughing and grow up, or you will be staying here until you do. I will tell Nurse Bucket and the others that they are not to disturb you because you've had a psychotic break, and will return to work only when I deem you are in an acceptable state to do so."

You continue laughing, even when she grabs your wrist and drags you to the nearest unoccupied room, once inside she pushes you down onto the bed and straps you down tightly, making sure there is very little room to move.

Instead of saying something, Mildred leaves the room for a few minutes, leaving you unsure whether she'd return, but when she does you notice that she's holding a small paper cup in one hand, and a syringe in the other, a sickly-sweet smile on her face, "I will force these pills down your throat, or we can both agree on this lovely injection here. Which one will it be, hm? Seeing as you're so willing to debase yourself like some common harlot, then surely you won't mind me giving you the same treatment as the others here."

You were absolutely petrified inside, you didn't think she would do this to her co-worker, let alone someone so new to the job, but if Mildred was one thing, she was definitely full of surprises. You managed to remain calm outwardly, trying to come across as cocky rather than scared, so you raise your eyebrows with a grin across your face as if she'd just played into your hand. "Or... Did you just want to be alone with me? Hm, Millie? Did you just want to strap me to this bed to see what it would feel like?"

The panic starts to set in fully now, you tug and pull and writhe against the restraints as each wave crashes over you, "How- How about neither, hm? I- I know you like me more- more than those uh... Common harlots. And- and if I remember correctly, I heard you letting one of them into your room last night. The walls are paper thin, Mildred."

She falters slightly, only noticeable by the slight twitch at the corner of her mouth before she calmly places the syringe and medication down on the side-table. She turns to face you and wraps her hand around your throat tight, her eyes almost devoid of any emotion but there's a hint of arousal glowing in them, "What I do outside of work is none of your business. But it seems that you are quite the voyeut, how else would you know what I get up to, hm? Maybe I should admit you here, after all, judging by the way your eyes dilated by the simple action of me tying you down... Then putting my hand around your throat... You are sexually deviant. Imagine what your colleagues would think of you... Oh they'd be so surprised and disappointed. How could someone like you have been working with them, hm? You're no better than the other patients here, you just hide it behind the uniform. Save it for when you're alone. Save it for when you think I don't notice you watching me through the gap in the curtains, yes?"

Mildred lets go of you, picking the medication and syringe up again she turns to face you once more, "So, what will it be?"

You take a couple of deep breaths, filling your lungs with air and hoping it would help calm your racing heart. You shake your head, "I'm sexually deviant and a voyeur? That's rich coming from you, Mildred Ratched. My room is right next to yours, but in your excitement of awaiting a literal prostitutex you never saw me. It's always a different girl too, you seem to have a type, Mildred."

A smug grin spreads across your face, courage filling you as each word leaves your lips, "And yet you're in denial about being a lesbian. What would your colleagues think about Head Nurse Ratched? I see the look in your eyes, darling, I know it arouses you... Being fully in control... Bossing people around... Being the one to decide about life and death. If I know, I wonder how many other people notice too."

Mildred laughs and shakes her head, "Do you really think that they'd believe some untrained nurse wannabe over the Head Nurse? My my, you are deluded." She licks her teeth and shakes her head again, smiling, "Oh how foolish and naive you are to think that." She steps closer to you, tracing the tip of the syringe down your neck slowly, "Only you are foolish enough to speak out against me. Only you are stupid enough to think you'd be believed. Honestly... I don't know why you're even still working here. I should have fired you long ago, but watching you fumble your way through your duties is too amusing."

Your breathing gets shallow, panic clearly visible in your eyes, yet you refuse to give up so easily, "Don't Mil- Nurse Ratched. Please don't. And don't mistake foolishness for bravery, and- and you keep me here because I've heard people say you like watching me. That makes you quite the voyeur, doesn't it? Seeing other people struggle turns you on, drives you wild when you're doing better than someone," you breath out.

Mildred's breath catches in her throat, her eyes closing briefly as if trying to keep composed. "You have no idea what you're talking about, Miss Yln." She breathes out slowly, her eyes opening once more as she looks at you, faint colour on her cheeks. "I watch you closely so I can step in and stop you from doing something more stupid."

"Right..." you feign a sigh, "of course. I know nothing, you're absolutely right. And if it wasn't for you, I would have lost my job... So true and generous, Nurse Ratched. I'm so inexperienced and pathetically innocent. I desperately need you to show me the ropes." You bat your eyelashes at her sweetly before smirking, "That's just how you like your girls, hm? I believe it's what us sexually deviant people call a... Corruption kink. Corrupting good, innocent little girls into your filthy harlots, hm? But I wouldn't know because I am so, so dumb. Maybe you can show me, Nurse Ratched."

Mildred steps back from you, slamming the syringe down onto the side-table before mocimg to untie you, her cheeks rosy. Once she is done, she takes a few steps back from you, putting a few metres between the pair of you. "Get. Out," she growls out, a slight waver in her voice.

You chuckle whole stretching your limbs before hopping off the bed, straightening the fabric of your nurse dress then slowly making your way over to her until her back hits the wall with a barely audible thud.

"Or what, Nurse Ratched? You're going to tell everyone that I know how kinky you are, hm? How much you love corruption? Whether it's the system or little sluts?" You look around as if anyone could see you before leaning in to whisper into her ear, "But I'm not dumb, oh no, I was corrupted a long time ago... Now, I wouldn't mind being corrupted by you, but that's besides the point. There's something else I see, oh I know, darling, and you're so afraid of me uncovering that secret as well, but I already know. It's so painfully obvious."

Your chuckle was a low rumble in your throat, "We wouldn't want anyone to know our precious Head Nurse likes others to be in control, hm? Making her the filthy little harlot. Taking the control you desperately fight for every day." You all but moan the next words, "Such a good girl."

You turn to meet her eyes again, leaning against the wall with one hand, your lips barely an inch away from hers, "I. Already. Know. Mildred." You know she could feel your breath against her own lips, so you move in closer, your lips brushing against hers as you speak, "How about you try a little harder next time, hm? If a stupid, little girl like me knows, I wonder who else does?"

You back away again, allowing her to breathe, still leaning in you move your other hand to caress her glowing cheek, "There's really no need to blush like you are right now, it's okay, sweetheart."

Mildred draws in an uneven breath, unable to stop herself from leaning into your touch, her eyes fluttering shut, "You- you will tell no one of this. I'm still- fuck... I'm still Head Nurse. I can get you admitted." She says, a waver to her usually deadpan tone. "They'll still- They are still more likely to believe me over you." Her brain seems to finally catch up and she moves out of your touch, her eyes snapping open as she straightens her uniform, "I like no such thing. Stop running your mouth."

You hold your arms up as if you've given up before letting them drop back down, your smirk partially fading. "Of course you don't, I'm just a stupid nurse, what do I know? Your secret is safe with me either way." You turn around to walk towards the door, straightening your shoulders, as you open the door, you turn back around, "Oh and... Don't be so uptight, Mildred." You smole sweetly before leaving her by herself, carrying on with your duties as if nothing happened.

#sarah paulson #sarah paulson imagine #sarah paulson x reader #mildred ratched imagine #mildred ratched x reader #Mildred Ratched

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blxckchxrrybxby · 3 years ago

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Couples Retreat

Pairing(s): Cordelia Goode x Wilhemina Venable, Diane Sherman, Billie Dean Howard, Mildred Ratched x Gwendolyn Briggs, Ally Mayfair-Richards, Y/N, **Mentions Ivy**

summary: What happens when a Couples Retreat turns out to be more stressful than pleasurable?

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“Please have your boarding pass ready. First-class boarding for Lucia, California will begin in approximately twenty minutes. Thank you.”

You huffed as you listened to the sound of the attendant over the speaker and tried your luck at calling Ivy again. A frown etched itself onto your face as your hands searched through your carry-on for your pass. The phone she had bought you laid snug between your shoulder and cheek. After a few trills, the call was sent to voicemail for the umpteenth time this morning. Usually, you weren’t the type to waste your emotions on someone’s voicemail, but you were fed up.

“Ivy, how dare you not show up for this idiotic trip that you insisted we go on! You've got ten minutes to get your ass here.” You vented in a hushed and angry tone into the microphone. You weren’t completely sure why she wasn’t returning your calls, when in fact, you both had just spent time together yesterday. It wasn’t like her to miss your calls unless she was busy working at her restaurant. Aside from that, what other responsibilities did she possess?

As you tried your best to calm your nerves, you decided to head over to one of the main windows and watch the planes take off. The air was dewy, and the sun had barely begun to rise, but thankfully, this kind of weather soothed you the most. As you leaned against the wall, your mind wandered back to Ivy.

Meanwhile—in the nearest coffee shop—two women sat, relishing in simple conversation.

“Aren’t you thrilled?” Cordelia asked, laying a comforting hand on the redhead across from her. She gazed fondly as her lover sipped the scalding black coffee and placed it down onto the coaster. With both women being punctual as ever, they managed to make it to the airport far earlier than expected. This of course allowed them to spend some well-deserved time together before the flight took off.

“To be surrounded by a bunch of paired-up imbeciles? I’m ecstatic.”

The monotonous response made the witch chuckle, “I’m sure you are. I can hear the excitement.”

With a huff, Wilhemina responded, “Why must we take the plane?” She leaned closer to her wife, whispering, “Couldn’t we use your magic?”

“Nope.” The Supreme smiled, after popping the ‘p’ rather obnoxiously. “Being around people will be good for us. You’ve rarely been out of that Godforsaken office of yours for weeks, and this may be my only chance to step away from the Coven.”

Wilhelmina mentally rolled her eyes as she sipped on her coffee again, still not fond of the idea of spending more than an hour on a plane. Surely the destination would not be worth the hassle of soothing the pain those horrid seats would cause against her back.

Noticing that her lover was far from happy, Cordelia slowly eased her foot out from her heel and grazed it across Wilhemina’s freshly shaven leg, beneath the table. “Besides…” She lowered her voice enough to match her wife’s previous whisper, “…I can’t wait to have you all to myself.”

Wilhemina froze, feeling the hairs on the back of her neck stand to attention and goosebumps spread across her skin like wildfire. Her cheeks grew a shade darker, however, she remained composed; taking a moment to gaze at the blonde over her cat-eye glasses. Lust aside, the older woman hummed in response, knowing that her Delia knew best.

“Fine, but I’ll hate every moment nonetheless.” Cordelia was about to chuckle in response; however, another voice beat her to it. Her eyes skimmed over to meet the sensuous ones of Ally Mayfair-Richards. She couldn’t help but to take in the woman’s appearance. A deep scarlet pants suit and heels for a flight? How suave, she thought.

“I apologize, I didn’t mean to listen.” Ally stated sincerely, laying her hand flat against her heart as she continued to stand in line, waiting for her own cup of brew.

Wilhemina eyed her. “How does one not mean to listen?” Beneath Mina’s composed expression lay a nervous heart. What if this woman heard the brief mention of Cordelia’s magic? Delia laid a comforting hand on her wife’s in order to keep the beast inside her tame.

Ally allowed her voice to drop down to its natural octave, sarcastically snapping back at Wilhemina. “I would assume it’s something synonymous with overhearing-” Delia shot the shorthaired woman a warning glare. No matter how unkind Mina could come off, she wouldn’t let just anyone speak to her in any kind of way. “-but then again, what do I know?” Ally stated, trying to save the first impression of herself with the women she had just come to meet. “I really didn’t mean to intrude, it’s just that I’m going on this stupid couples’ retreat, and my wife hasn’t shown up yet. So, when you mentioned you’ll hate every moment, I could agree.”

Cordelia lightly tapped her heel against Mina’s. Something was odd about the woman’s statement and they both knew it.

Mina tilted her head, “You’re married and… your wife didn’t ride to the airport with you? Pardon my judgment, but isn’t that a bit odd?”

Cordelia slightly arched an eyebrow, glancing at Mina through her peripheral. Pardon her judgment? Since when did she care about how people took to her critical commentary?

The woman shrugged, “Not for us. Actually, it’s pretty common. We have a son and run a restaurant, so we aren’t typically granted the luxury of being up under one another all the time.”

Wilhemina arched an eyebrow, taking the woman’s story in. Did she take the fiery redhead as a fool? A blind man could see past her lies. Her fingertips tapped lightly against the cup of coffee, which now remained half empty and cold. Her eyes scanned over the facial features of the content brunette until her doe eyes met Wilhemina’s. They stared at one another for a moment; Ally slightly shifting from side to side beginning to feel uncomfortable under the redhead’s heavy peer. It was as if she could indeed see through her.

Cordelia cleared her throat a bit, not liking the fact that her lover was suddenly so interested in a stranger they had just met. She slipped her foot into her heel and slid her chair back, standing up enough to turn to Ally. “Well, I’m sure I heard the overhead say it was almost time to board, so we’ll talk with you once we land.” Wilhemina broke eye contact at the sound of Delia’s voice and followed suit, standing with the aid of her cane.

Ally smirked, perking up a bit at the realization that she would be boarding right along with the older women, “First class as well?”

“Yes, however, I doubt we’ll be seeing much of you,” Cordelia replied, forcing a smile—and trying to hide her jealous thoughts—whilst Mina threw her coffee away. Ally momentarily backed down, noticing the tension she had caused.

Once the woman in purple returned, Cordelia laid a hand on her lower back and began to walk away, before her lover mumbled out an indifferent, “It was delightful meeting you.”

Ally bit her lip in response, not finding it necessary to smile nor acknowledge the apathetic compliment. She had plenty of time to do so later. Once the couple was out of her sight, she moved up in the line; continuing to patiently wait for her brew.

As the two lovers made their way to the appropriate gate, a very frazzled Diane Sherman fidgeted out of anxiety near the entrance of the airport.

“I-I just had it!” she stated, rummaging through her cardigan pockets.

“Mom, calm down.” Her daughter soothed over the phone. “I’m sure it’s in your carry-on. This is only your eighth time checking for it.” She giggled with sarcasm, knowing this was her mother’s first time being alone since having her. You’d think with Diane being as thorough as she was that she’d be able to keep up with her boarding pass.

Diane huffed, “Chloe, are you sure you don’t want me to stay home?”

“Mom-”

“It’s nothing for me to head back to you.”

“Mom-”

“There’s plenty we can do. I mean, when was the last time we saw a movie?”

“Mom! I’ll be fine, I promise. I’m capable of taking care of myself, remember?”

Diane inhaled deeply and slowly exhaled, trying her hardest to shake the anxiety dwelling within her. “Okay, okay… just remember to ca-”

“Call you every day when I wake up and every night before bed. Yes, I know, mom. Now, go enjoy yourself!”

Diane nodded to herself, “Alright. You’re right. I’ll um, call you when I land. Or maybe I’ll text you before the plane takes off-”

“Bye, mom!”

“Bye… I love you!” Diane hesitantly hung up and slipped her phone into her pants pocket; examining the large airport. It was fairly empty, yet still overwhelming to the homebody. She glanced into her carry-on and slid out her boarding pass, looking around like a lost puppy trying to find the correct gate.

As you stood by the window, figuring it was time to get ready to board, you couldn’t help but notice the poor woman. You slowly made your way over to her, offering a warm smile, “Hi… I could be completely wrong, but you seem a tad bit lost.”

Diane chuckled nervously, rubbing her neck. “Is it that obvious?”

You laughed softly and nodded, “Only a little. Is there any way that I could help you?”

“Oh, no. You don’t have to-”

“I insist.” You started empathetically, “If you’re anything like how I was when I first came to this airport… well, let’s just say I would have loved it if someone offered me help. I lost my boarding pass and almost missed my flight.”

She laughed softly, letting a bit of her nervousness subside. “I suppose a bit of help wouldn’t hurt…” She stared at you for a moment before clearing her throat and looking down at her ticket, “I um… I’m looking for gate A12?” She held the boarding pass up so you could see it more clearly.

You smiled, “Wait, are you going on the couples’ retreat as well?”

She blushed, “Oh, God no. It’s just me, myself, and I.”

You nodded understandably, “Well, either way, we’ll at least be on the same plane.” She smiled wide, bashfully biting her lip as you adjusted your carry-on, “Come. The gate isn’t too far from here.”

She nodded and followed along as you both made your way to the gate.

As everyone in first-class began to board, you couldn’t help but feel saddened at the fact that Ivy stood you up. However, you refused to let a good, already-paid-for vacation go to waste. You stood towards the back of the line, slowly moving as first-class boarded. You noticed Diane in your peripheral standing alone. After a moment of thought, it dawned on you that Ivy wouldn’t make it, hence an extra first-class boarding pass. You quickly reached out and grabbed her hand, pulling her into the line with you.

“Oh, I think you’re mistaken. I’m not first-class.” She stated, almost ashamedly.

You linked arms with her and smiled, “You are today.”

Once you and Diane had made it onto the plane, you smiled and offered her the window seat. She refused for a few moments until you sat near the aisle, giving her no choice but to take the window seat. She thanked you bashfully and thus a conversation accrued.

One row behind you sat Ally, who waited patiently for the plane to finish boarding. As time ticked on, she spotted the captivating redhead from earlier and her lovely blonde spouse, merely two rows ahead of her on the opposite side. She chuckled to herself and laid back, pulling out a phone. She slid in her headphones and relaxed, pressing play. Your voice echoed through the earbuds,

“Ivy, how dare you not show up for this idiotic trip that you insisted we go on! You’ve got ten minutes to get your ass here.”

#sarah paulson x reader #wilhemina venable #wilhemina venable x reader #diane sherman x reader #diane sherman #billie dean howard #cordelia goode x reader #ally mayfair richards #ally mayfair x reader #billie dean x reader #sarah paulson imagine #mildred ratched x reader #mildred ratched #gwendolyn briggs #mildred x gwendolyn #mildred ratched x gwendolyn briggs

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sheloooveswomen · 3 years ago

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i suppose - mildred ratched x reader

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summary: based on romcom headcanon. mildred is gwendolyn’s troubled, mysterious, gorgeous, new friend who she brings along the the valentine’s day dance at your women’s bar.

includes: mildred ratched x fem!reader, all in reader’s POV, brief time jump.

warnings: none.

1,316 words

Y/N POV//

I saw the redhead when Gwendolyn brought her by, but missed the chance to speak when she stormed out.

Having known Gwen for years, as a regular customer of mine, I asked her what happened and if I could help at all.

She somewhat explained what her friend is going through, respecting her privacy but giving enough detail to garner advice.

"Why not bring her to the Sweetheart’s Dance next week?" I suggest.

The blonde stares down her glass, "Hm, I don't know."

"Safe to say she typically prefers being in control, right?"

Gwen nodded.

I continue, "The woman is in uncharted waters, Gwenny. You can't just spring a room of sapphics on her! She was probably embarrassed that you even realized her inclinations. Bring her by for the dance. Tell her what is and let her decide. She can see us acting like everyone else. Women loving women. Love in the air. I'll make her feel right at home."

"Y/n." she warns.

"Geez Gwen, I'm not gonna pounce on her. I only have slight ulterior motives here. I'd like to meet her but I'd like for her to experience a place like this more."

She took my suggestion and brings the beautiful stranger back the following week.

(( time skip / a weeek ))

I can tell immediately that Mildred is a little thrown by my appearance: tousled hair, fitted trousers, waistcoat, and a loosely buttoned shirt. I'm assuming -hoping, praying- it's for positive reasons that she just won't stop staring.

"Mildred, this is my dear friend, Y/n. Y/n, Mildred." Gwen gestures between us.

"How do you do." the redhead offers a hand.

"Very well, thanks," I shake her hand, "and you?"

"Fine, thank you." she drops my hand when she realizes we're still shaking.

Gwen, what a wingwoman, makes an excuse to go talk to some seamstress she's had her eye on.

"What can I get you, Red?"

"It's Mildred, a water is fine."

"On the rocks?" I ask, unable to wipe the smile from my face.

She looks almost confused at my joy, "Please."

"Coming right up!"

Surprisingly, she strikes up further conversation, "Gwendolyn says you own the place?"

"Co-own with an aunt, Lana. She helped raise me and this is now my pride and joy."

Mildred scans the room without being obvious, "Is it difficult hiding...this place?”

"Trouble is expected," reading between the lines I weigh my answer in my head, "but it's freeing nonetheless."

She accepts her water with a polite nod. I leave Mildred to sit and observe in peace, aside from the moments where she needs a refill.

Feeling...a lot of things, I decide to make her something else to drink. On the house. I fill a glass with a lemon-lime soda (sprite), add a splash of grenadine (fruit syrup), and a couple maraschino cherries (it's a shirley temple).

Gwendolyn is sat with Mildred and another blonde when I drop the drink at her table with nothing but a smile. I feel her eyes as I tend to other customers. Making sure to flip the bottles and add flare where I can while mixing drinks.

“Something sweet for the occasion.”

"You enjoy making a spectacle of yourself?" she asks when I replace her empty glass with a fresh one.

"Is that your roundabout way of saying you can't look away, Red?"

She sips her drink but doesn't correct my name choice, and my smile grows as I head back to the bar.

Once the slow dancing starts and people are ordering less, I take a seat at Mildred's table and ever so casually ask about her. Wanting to know more -quite literally anything- about the woman who's on her journey of acceptance.

When she's slow to share I do the talking. Giving her a brief storyline about how the bar opened, some facts about myself, a story or two about Gwen, and innocent tidbits/background on some of the women in the room. All in hopes of the place feeling less foreign, less lonely(?) for her as a newcomer.

I follow her stare to a group of four move to the dance floor and the confusion on her face is plain as day when the two femmes wrap their arms around each other and the other two in suits, one with short hair, hold hands.

"Are they...?" she never finishes her sentence.

"They are. There's no box to fill here, Red. People like what they like...who they like, I should say."

"I always thought it was-" she continues to process.

"Sometimes it is. Sometimes it's one or the other, other time it's both, most times they just don't care. Even down to the clothes. They can mean a lot yet so little.

"How do you mean?" Mildred's eyes shift all over the room.

"Some of them are forced to be one way for their entire lives, except stolen moments at home or in places like this. Where they can wear what they want, dress how they want, just be who they are. When the world is black and white we need a grey area to relax.”

“It’s freeing?” she quotes what I said before.

“Exactly. Then there are people like myself who sometimes wanna throw on their prettiest dress and other times wanna slap on a three piece suit. Whether it’s to access their masculinity or to do so without sacrificing an ounce of femininity.”

Her gaze lingers on a swaying couple, one of the women in a dress not unlike hers and the other in an outfit similar to mine. Their foreheads resting together, hands a little lower than decent, but they've had a drink or two and it's valentine's day so who cares.

Mildred nods meekly when I ask her to dance. Though she accepts immediately, she's slow to stand.

"I don't bite!" I wiggle the fingers of my outstretched hand.

Her cheeks tinge pink as she accepts my hand, "For some reason I doubt that."

She fights a smile when I use her hand to spin myself around and she sighs when I bring her to me, standing a little closer that before.

I may or may not catch her glancing down my top a few times, "See something you like?"

Her eyes meet mine sharp yet caught, "Pardon?"

"My outfit," I can't help but tease her further, "what else would I mean?"

"I was only realizing your suit is much more...tailored to your figure than mens suits- than the suits of some of the women here."

"Oh, yeah," I nod in understanding, smile blooming, "I like to make a spectacle of myself."

Her eyes flicker with something different, "Can you dress like this all the time?"

"Is that a request?" I briefly look her up and down.

"A question. Some might say you're leering." her fingertips brush under the shoulders of my vest as the follow the lines of my shirt’s pattern.

"I'm admiring." I correct her, "To answer your question I can't exactly run this place in a skirt and heels, and I certainly don't look like you when I do."

"I suppose."

A bark of laughter breaks through me, "Ouch! You wound me, Red—"

The fingers stroking my shoulder still, "No I mean to work—"

"Insulted in my very own establishment? Here I thought we were playing nice, you femme fatale!"

She shakes a wisp of hair loose, "I only meant it makes sense for you to prefer to work in something like this instead."

"I know I know, I'm only- is that a smile, Mildred?"

The woman seems almost surprised at how relaxed she's become. She wears a look on her face that says when did that happen?

"I suppose." she resumes tracing the pattern of my shirt.

"So are you enjoying your first sweetheart's dance?"

Theres another smile and almost whispering she says, "I suppose."

#sarah paulson #mildred ratched x reader #mildred ratched #i heard ratched is most likely never coming back

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cordeliasdarling · 3 years ago

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stress relief

pairing: mildred ratched x reader

word count: 3300

summary: mildred comes home from a bad day at work and uses you to help relieve the stress

warnings: smut, dom/sub themes, war/injury talk ( 18+ !!!!)

extra notes: i included a ‘scenario’ like mildred uses in the show, it felt weird writing it but hey, milly has her kinks..

(also pls don’t let this flop, i actually don’t mind this one ahh)

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The slam of the front door practically shook the whole house, almost making the window panes rattle in their frames and the lamp flicker.

You jumped out of your sleep, sitting up from your curled up position on the living room armchair, startled. Glancing at the grandfather clock, it read half one in the morning. This was definitely the latest your girlfriend had gotten home.

Soundlessly, your feet padded across the cream carpet until you made it to the doorway that lead to the space by the foot of the stairs and the front door. As predicted, Mildred was there, unbuckling her heels and putting them neatly against the wall, in their precise location. She liked order, even if it was as small as where the shoes went, or which hook her coat would hang on.

“Mildred, are you okay?”

She turned around, and your smile dropped when you read her expression. Her dark brown opals that usually had a sparkle in the light, were filled with anger, annoyance, and exhaustion. Her soft lips were pursed, and jaw set in place, like she was clenching her teeth, and had been doing so for a while.

“Oh Milly, what’s wrong?” Worry made your eyebrows furrow, reaching out to hold her hands, but she shook her head, straightening her posture.

“Work.”

That was all she had to say, knowing that you would understand. There had been countless evenings she’d come home fuming, ranting on about the “insufferable Nurse Bucket” and “the pathetic mewling child known as Hanover”. You often spent the evenings helping her relax in any way possible. But today it looked like a particularly bad moment. On an average day, she’d start telling you all the things that had ticked her off, though today she didn’t, just giving you a one word answer. Also there was the fact that her hands were bawled into fists.

“How can I help, sweetheart?” You tried to think of the things that helped her most. “A warm bath? Massage? Dinner? Reading a b-“

“No.”

Your words ceased when she cut over with a stern tone. Thoughts ran through your mind, helplessly wracking your brain for anything you could do.

Looking at Mildred, you saw her expression change, a type of dominating stare beginning to form behind her dark eyes. Her gaze darted from you, then to the floor.

Then it hit you. Several times before, at the end of some of the worst days Mildred had had, you’d let her.. own you. Maybe ‘own’ wasn’t the right way to describe it. But you’d let her take complete control of your mind and body, letting her use you in whatever way she pleased, until she got the gratification she so needed. It was about control. All those hours she spent running around Lucia Hospital, having to follow the head nurse’s rules, doing what other people told her to do. And at the end of that, Mildred needed something to keep her grounded, she needed to control something, or someone. You, being the devoted partner you were, gladly gave her your body.

Without thinking a moment longer, you sunk to your knees in front of her feet, keeping your head bowed down, remembering how Mildred liked it. After the first time this type of situation had happened, when she’d calmed down and held you close under the sheets, she’d explained what she liked or needed, in case that were to happen again. You listened intently, nodding along, because you were willing to do anything. Some of the things she’d mentioned, were for you to only speak or look at her with permission.

She let out a satisfied hum, slowly circling you. Your heart hammered through your chest. It shouldn’t have excited you, after all, this situation was for Mildred’s benefit. But this dynamic, kneeling in front of Nurse Ratched, it caused an ache between your thighs and a shortness of breath.

A hand ran it’s fingers thorough your hair. You leaned into her touch, closing your eyes, but they flew back open when she yanked at it. A small surprised yelp left your lips, to which she tutted at.

“My my, so sensitive.” She murmured, letting go. You wanted to apologise, and explain that you’d been caught off guard, but you knew better, so kept your mouth shut.

Silence fell over the both of you for a while and at one point, due to the absence of her touch or voice, you almost wondered if she’d disappeared, until the sensation of fingertips danced across your cheek. She gently dragged her perfectly shaped nails up your flushed face, and into your hair, once again gripping onto a large section of it. This time you didn’t make a noise.

“Upstairs.” Her voice had dropped to a low tone that dripped in authority. Behind it were still the hints of anger and exhaustion from the day.

You moved to stand, but she immediately shoved your head back down, snapping, “Crawl!”

Nodding quickly, you stayed on your knees and crawled slowly to the stairs. Her grasp never left your hair, almost using the strands as a leash, tugging once or twice as she took the steps, showing that she wanted you to move at the same pace as her.

It was uncomfortable and a little difficult to advance the stairs on your hands and knees, for two reasons. One, with the both of you side by side, there was little space, two, going up stairs was just a generally difficult task when in a dog like frame. But you tried your best, desperately wanted to please the nurse. No, needing to please the nurse.

When you both made it to the top, she paused, then tilted your head up, finally allowing eye contact. A hint of a smile flickered on her lips.

“Good girl.”

You whimpered quietly, almost feeling tears prickle at your eyes, because those two words were the validation you needed to know that you were doing the right thing in pleasing the woman. Her smile didn’t last long though. It was quickly replaced with her previous stony glare.

She led the both of you along the landing and into the bedroom, where she let go of you and walked across the room to observe your next actions.

“Strip. Completely.”

Heartbeat picking up the pace, you wasted no time in sliding off your green dress and practically ripping off all your undergarments until you were in the nude.

“Bend over the bed, face in the sheets.”

You quickly did as you were told, managing to balance on your now shaky feet, to bend over the foot of the bed. Your head had to turn to the side, left cheek smushed against the duvet, and backside in the air. You couldn’t see as she approached you from behind slowly, only being able to watch the wall uselessly.

A sharp inhale, her breathing hitched ever so slightly as she took in the sight. Seeing you bare and waiting, made Mildred feel a whole myriad of things.

“I want you to count, okay? Loud and clear.” It was obvious what was going to happen next, and you weren’t complaining, though you had to take a deep breath and clench your eyes shut in preparation.

Sure enough, a hand came striking down, slapping your ass harshly. An involuntary groan escaped you, it took a few moments before you could gasp out ‘One’.

Mildred clearly wasn’t impressed though. She wrapped her fingers around the back of your neck and leaned down over your body to hiss in your ear. “Where are your manners, girl. It’s ‘One, thank you Nurse Ratched’. Got it?”

You nodded frantically, “I-I’m so sorry, one, thank you Nurse Ratched.” Something you’d learned about Mildred, was that during these ‘sessions’, she liked being called by her work title, as that filled her with a sense of authority.

“Good. Don’t make that mistake again.” She struck her hand down again, harder than before. You let out a choked breath. “Two! Thank you Nurse Ratched!”

Many hits later, tears were streaming down your cheeks and creating a damp patch on the duvet. Your backside felt as if it were on fire. Mildred had been relentless, it seemed as if she’d almost lost control, because she had stopped pausing in between to let you count once it got past the twentieth spank.

A quiet sniffle finally pulled her out of her state, she suddenly realised just how long this had been going on. She immediately knelt down next to you, cupping your cheeks and wiping the fresh tears away. You didn’t make eye contact, as she hadn’t given permission yet.

“Look at me sweetheart.” So you did, meeting her dark opals that looked more relaxed than before, but still holding the emotions of pent up anger. “What colour are we on?”

By that, she meant on the scale of green, yellow, red. Green: you were okay, yellow: you’re at the edge of tolerance, red: you need everything to stop right now.

Hesitating, you took a moment to assess how you were feeling. You knew the importance of being truthful, Mildred would stop absolutely everything if you were at a point where you couldn’t take anymore. Despite all of this, the softness of her touch against your cheek showed that no matter what state she was in, your feelings were always her top priority.

“Green.”

She nodded letting her gentle touch linger a moment longer, giving you a small smile before straightening up and slipping back into her dominant state easily.

There was a pause, you could almost hear the cogs in her brain whirr away as she planned out the rest of the night.

“Lay on the bed, arms above your head.” You didn’t waste a moment in scrambling up onto the bed and laying down, wrists crossed and resting above you on the pillows. Mildred’s footsteps pattered across the room, followed by the creek of drawers opening. It didn’t surprise you when she returned with a velvet rope, wrapping it around your wrists to bind them securely together.

She settled herself on top of you, her knees either side of you, looking down with a piercing gaze.

“You’re a nurse trainee, in the corps.”

Her statement surprised you a little. After all, it was an odd thing to say, when it was clearly untrue. But it only confused you for a moment until you remembered the fact she was sometimes predisposed into creating ‘scenarios’. It didn’t happen often, Mildred used to be adamantly embarrassed by her imaginative roleplay fantasies due to her past experience, where her past partners had shamed her.

Admittedly, when she first opened up to you about it, you were slightly weirded out, as they were no normal scenarios, often including themes of wounded patients, or divorced couples fighting over kids, but over time it didn’t feel strange, it even became somewhat exciting. As long as she was happy, you were happy. But still, it wasn’t often, so it had taken you a moment to realise that was going on.

When you did catch on, you went along with it, listening carefully in case you needed to act with her, once in the past she wanted you to make the sounds of a wounded patient.

“You’re so inexperienced in the job, so you need help. Of course I’m there to guide you.”

Nodding feverishly, you watch as she crawls off you and almost runs to the drawer again, searching for something. When she returned, her hands began fastening a harness around your waist, and you knew straight away that it was her favourite strap. You almost let out a moan when she slid off her beige tights and panties, then hiked up the bottom half of her uniform to rest around her torso.

She crawled closer, swinging one of her smooth legs of your hips and letting the toy rest an inch away from her exposed core.

Your eyes were drawn to it, unable to look away as the silicone rubbed against her clit with every small movement.

It hadn’t occurred to you before that she was turned on until now, when you could see just how wet she was. You understood that sometimes the spanking and kneeling was for the power dynamic alone, not necessarily sexual, but today it seemed there was most definitely a sexual element.

Mildred’s hips shifted as she began to rub herself slowly against the strap. She let out a shaky groan. Her hands were pressed against your chest, using you as a way to keep her balance. You laid as perfectly still as possible, just wanting to watch her lavish in this moment. You felt honoured to witness her in such a state. It was truly beautiful in its own type of way.

“I s-show you how to tend to the soldiers wounds, how to stitch up the terrible gashes, how to relieve their suffering.”

With a swift movement, she raised her hips, lining herself up with the toy, slowly sinking onto it. She let out a low and almost inaudible groan as the whole length of the strap filled her up.

A fire danced around the pit of your stomach as you watched it all, it took everything inside you not to thrust your hips up and fuck her. But you knew how important it was right now for her to be the one to cause her own pleasure.

She stilled, her eyes closed. “But one day you’re foolish enough to wander outside the perimeter, and into the enemies land. You get terribly injured, and have to be carried back to the tent I’m the head of.”

She slowly started to rock her body, the slick toy shifting inside her, causing pleasured tremble to sweep her body.

“You’re in so much pain, it’s excruciating.”

She fell silent, then glared down at you expectantly, “It’s excruciating.”

You clear your throat hastily, realising what you were expected to do. “O-oh god it hurts!” Granted, you weren’t the best actor, but it seemed to satisfy her.

“All the other nurses rush to your aid, faffing around, but they’re all pathetic and useless. Through your pained screams, you request for me, because deep down you know that only I, the greatest nurse, can help you.”

You took the hint to speak again, “I need Nurse Ratched! Please!”

A hint of a smirk tugged at her lips at the sound of your desperate voice. The pace of her hips moving sped up, putting some more of her weight through her hands onto your chest, using you as leverage to slide up and down the toy, beginning to ride it. “It takes hours to patch you up, but I manage it, obviously. You can’t stop thanking me for being such a talented nurse, for being the one to relieve your pain.”

“Thank you Nurse Ratched, no one can compare to you!”

She lets out a throaty moan, from both your words and the rippling pleasure of the strap filling her up. “N-no one has the r-right to boss me around! I-I’ll make sure no one d-dares disobey me again!” She almost shouted out, startling you a little. It seemed like an awfully specific thing to say in a scenario about nursing. It dawned on you that perhaps one of the things that had set her off today was someone who’d bossed her around, and that’s why she was saying this now.

“Say it, tell me no one can control me.” Mildred growled, her hand wrapping around me neck. It wasn’t a tight hold, not enough to affect my breathing, but enough to remind you of your place beneath her, not to mention the fact the action had caused another ache between your thighs.

“No one can control you Nurse Ratched, you know best.”

She nodded desperately, her face contorting as she rode you frantically, the mattress and bed frame making rhythmic squeaks from her sheer thrusts.

“T-that’s right-“ A gasp slipped through her lips, moaning and groaning in pleasure. Obscene noises of the slick toy repetitively slamming into her wet cunt filled the room. You could tell she was close by the feeling of resistance from the silicone shaft and her core, her walls were clenching around the strap as the pleasure built up in a knot.

Wordlessly, she let out a high pitch screech, her body shuddering and squirming as a huge orgasm rippled through her. You were glad that your home didn’t have shared walls with the neighbours, otherwise Mildred would have definitely woken them up.

“Fuck!” She cursed, panting heavily and gripping your throat tighter subconsciously. She rode the ecstasy out, then lifted herself up off the toy, breathing heavily. She took a minute to recover, waiting until the pleasure fuelled trembling stopped. Once she’d calmed down, her hands reached out to unfasten the harness from your hips. The silicone was absolutely drenched in her cum.

She slowly moved the toy up to your lips, ordering you to open your mouth, which you did without hesitation, taking the whole length in to clean up all of Mildred’s slick juices. When she was satisfied, she pulled it out and placed it on the bedside table.

You looked up into her eyes, and smiled when you saw that all the tension had faded away. Slowly she slipped out of her dominant headspace, and leaned down to kiss you gently, undoing the velvet restraint on your wrists. Her lips moved softly against yours, nothing like the hungry energy she’d had before. Once you knew that the intense part of the session was over, you felt it was okay to sit up, not needing permission anymore.

Mildred wrapped her strong arms around you, embracing your body. “Thank you, my precious love.” She mumbled, resting her chin on your shoulder. “You did so well for me.”

Your heart swelled at the praise, it was crazy how just her validation was enough to spark happiness in you.

“Don’t thank me, I’m just glad I could help.” Holding her hands, you looked into her deep loving eyes. “Do you want to talk about today?”

She sighed, leaning into you as she thought about the day she’d managed to momentarily forget. “Doctor Hanover ordered me to obey Nurse Bucket during therapy sessions. I had to do everything that foul excuse of a woman told me to. Of course she had a whale of a time, making me do all the dirty work, all the charts, medications, observations. Then she made me work overtime. I was meant to finish at six, and yet I left past midnight.”

“Oh you poor thing. I’m sorry.” You knew how hard that must have been for her. She found it hard feeling inferior to others.

“It’s okay now I’m with you.” She cracked a smile, kissing your nose affectionately. “Now let’s get in a bath, you’re probably so sore from those strikes. We’ll find the salve to stop the burning, okay darling?”

You nodded, heart warming; she was always adamant on aftercare.

The next hour consisted of the two of you cuddled up in the warm water, whispering sweet ‘I love you’s. The time dawned on the both of you, realising it was about half three in the morning, so you got out, dried and dressed into comfortable pyjamas (not before Mildred had spread cream on your sore skin of course) and got into bed, holding each other close.

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dreamypqulson · 2 years ago

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— everything works out in the end

requested by anon: reader takes Mildred home to meet her family, and Mildred is of course terrified at the prospect due to her past experiences. Everything ends up going well and is fully accepted into the family with open arms. Just a bunch of fluffy emotional comfort.

pairing: mildred ratched x reader

a/n: this is absolute trash. i have writers block.

word count: 1200

"Mildred, love, you're fine. They'll love you. I promise." Mildred Ratched didn't know what it was like to have a family. She didn't know what it was like to sit at a dinner table with parents and siblings. This was all new. Something she should've experienced from the moment she got brought home from the hospital as a newborn.

Now she was even older than the age her mother was when Mildred was born, and she was just, now, about to experience a family.

"I know," her expression became cold again, but your palm against her leg softened her. "If you're parents don't appr—"

"Mildred, they will. They're not like everyone else. They're different." The car was freezing, in the middle of autumn, and the warm fireplace inside your childhood house was inviting. You pulled Mildred's jacket tighter around her body to warm her.

"Alright." She didn't believe you, you could see it in her eyes. She was trying hard to not break her hard demeanor. It was something she used to protect herself, something she learned over the years, and you, had the hammer to crack that wall around her.

“Don’t be nervous, pretty. I’ll be beside you the entire time, I promise.” You leaned over the seat, pressing a chaste kiss to her pink-tinted cheek.

Orange and yellow leaves crunched under your boots, and the brittle air arose goosebumps on your skin. Mildred attempted to make a distance between the both of you, trying to obliterate your relationship for the time being. However, you held her tight and softly against your side.

A deep breath whistled in your ear while you knocked against the wooden door with your free hand. Moments went by and Mildred had yet to make conversation with you, hence her dry throat and racing head. She couldn't form a proper sentence.

The door slightly creaked open and fully widened when your identities were known. "Y/n," your mother exclaimed, excitedly. She wrapped her arms around you tightly, her warm body pressing against yours. "How are you, baby? It's been awhile."

"I'm good ma. I know, I'm sorry. It's been so busy at the hospital lately."

You felt Mildred's hand squeezes yours slightly tighter. Her cold hand was sweating in yours. "Don't apologize, sweetie. I know you have a little lover that you've been spending your time with."

Your mother turned with a big smile towards your girlfriend. A gasp elicited from Mildred when she was pulled into a tight embrace. You watched as her body tensed, and then relaxed at the touch. You smiled at the encounter.

"You must be Mildred. It's a pleasure to finally meet you!" Your mother pulled away but held on to the side of her arms. "Y/n has told me so much about you!"

Mildred laughed, soft and light. She's happy. "It's nice to meet you too, Mrs. y/l/n." She side eyed you and continued, "All good things I hope."

"Oh definitely! Y/n adores you. And please, just call me Elaine"

Your cheeks flamed with red fire, and you coughed to quell the embarrassment inside of you of Mildred knowing that her name was a popular subject on the phone with your mother. "Alright. Let's go in before you scare Mildred away," you teased.

The three of you walked further into the house. The warmth instantly hit you, and although you were cold, it didn't help tame your flustered cheeks.

This time, Mildred grabbed your hand again as you both followed your mother into the dining room. The table was set with multiple bowls and plates of food items. Your brother and sister sat with your other mother.

You felt Mildred tense again. You didn't tell me you had two mothers, you could hear Mildred already planning her words for later on.

"Y/n! Mildred! Welcome. Come, sit, sit," your second mother greeted. She was less touchy, and you recognize that Mildred appreciated that. She wasn't too fond of being touched by strangers, even if it was the most important woman of her life's mother.

The both of you sat down in the two open seats beside your sister. Your mother took a seat across from you both while Mildred greeted the three of them.

"How did you two even meet?" Your brother, with a mouthful of food, asked. Your older sister sister nudged him in the side to remind him of his manners.

However all eyes were set on the both of you. Mildred's body temperature heated up. "We both work at the same hospital," the red head spoke up. You grinned. She's slowly feeling more comfortable. "Y/n was working night shifts while I was working day shifts so we didn't meet until her schedule got switched."

Your other mother, Cindy, smiled and reached across the table for Mildred's hand. She placed it over hers, however, your girlfriend yet to tense at the touch this time. "Welcome to the family, Mildred. We are so glad that y/n found someone as sweet as you."

You placed your hand on the small of Mildred's back, out of sight for everyone. "Thank you. I'm glad that I found y/n, myself." She side-eyed you with the corners of her mouth lifted slightly. You looked down at your lap to hide your red cheeks.

Dinner went by fairly smoothly, and Mildred had become nearly as comfortable as she is with you. The prospect of a family dinner had always been such a negative thing to Mildred. However, after tonight, she fears she does not want to leave. She’s afraid that everything is going too gracious and she cannot run away this time.

Thankfully, you’ve already warned both your mothers and siblings to not question anything about Mildred’s childhood, or family. You wanted this to go as seamlessly as possible, and not trigger any flashbacks or cause an awkward moment.

Your whole family stood once the dishes were cleared of the food. You brushed away the invisible wrinkles on your clothes and hugged your family goodbyes.

Out the corner of your eye you watch Mildred open herself up and hugged all four of them. She smiled, and laughed when your brother made a joke. She didn’t tense when your mother Elaine kissed her cheek, or when your mother Cindy’s hand was on her shoulder. She found her family. After all those years, she found her true family here with you.

The door behind you shut and the crisp autumn air swept you both away. You squeezed her hand once more to contain your excitement. Mildred’s smile had yet to fade. Either of yours.

“What did I tell you,” you asked, relaxing into the seat of the car. “They loved you, Mildred. They did! I could tell.”

“You have a great family.” She placed her hand against your thigh, goosebumps rising through your clothes. “I really enjoyed tonight.”

You placed your hand atop of hers on your leg, dreamily smiling at her. Brown eyes warmed your heart, sending heat signals to warm up your entire body. “I enjoyed you.”

She smirked, looking out the window, and then back to you to ensure that you were both alone. “Would you like to enjoy me some more?”

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goodegrrrl · 3 years ago

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To love who you love

Pairing: Mildred Ratched x Reader

Words: 2,043

Warnings: implied ptsd, trauma, making love

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You had been cold all day even though you were wearing multiple layers under your nurses uniform. You were perched behind the desk at the nurse’s station, an infrared light spending some warmth.

Even though the St. Lucia rehabilitation center had been just renovated, the icy wind still made its way through the old windows as they were firmly closed. You shivered.

Today had been an especially cold day on the coastline and you could feel that winter would soon wrap its cold arms around the city, coating it in a dress made of snowflakes and ice.

You looked around and realized that all patients had vacated the sitting lounge and had already retired to their rooms for the night. You checked the clock and it read just after 8pm. When your gaze shifted to the medication tray you were glad to see that they all had taken their pills for the night and you wouldn’t have to seek out anyone in their room.

Today marked your one year anniversary of working at St. Lucia State Hospital. When you had started at the facility you had just started your nurse’s training at a different hospital and it had taken you quite a while to gain the older nurses trust.

Even now, you were sure Nurse Bucket didn’t like it when Dr. Hanover confided in you, always wanting to hear about new methods you had learned during your training. She loved to belittle, criticize and degrade you in front of the patients, making it hard for you to do your job. You figured she was just not happy with herself, probably sad about Dr. Hanover not liking her as much as she liked him.

Your thoughts were disturbed by Nurse Buckets loud voice piercing through the calming silence that had enveloped the sitting lounge.

“Nurse Ratched forgot her purse in the Nurse’s lounge - yet again. Since you’re just sitting here doing nothing, how about you take it to her?”, she pursed her lips disapprovingly, “you’re not doing anything useful anyway.”

You let out a sign and Nurse Bucket huffed, haphazardly putting Nurse Ratched’s bag on the counter and pointing towards the door, “it wasn’t really a question.”, Bucket’s tone remained hard, “I am sure Dr. Hanover would not be pleased to hear about his newest nurse being disobedient when his HEAD nurse asks her to do something.”

You glared at Bucket but figured it would be better than sitting around in the cold hospital. Without a word you took the bag and made your way to the changing rooms, happy to be able to put on your thick sweater and scarf that you had discarded earlier when you had put on your uniform.

When you finally made it to your car you turned on the heat as high as it would go. You knew it would probably not get really warm until you got to the little motel where Nurse Ratched lived, but it was better than nothing.

You drove along the coastline, the radio playing some old song by The Rolling Stones to which you hummed along. You were so deep in thought that you didn’t realized that it had already started to snow, the glittery flakes covering the world in a magical white dress.

As you pulled into the parking lot of the little motel you stopped to admire the beautiful coastline and listened to the waves crash against the rocks. You made your way to the reception and had to cough as soon as you entered since you were immediately greeted by the smell of cigarettes.

“Oh, aren’t you a little drama Queen?”, the woman behind the counter smirked but despite her words she put out her cigarette when she stood up and grabbed a key out of the little shelf. “Room for one?”

“No, thank you.”, your hands wiping some snowflakes off of your coat, “I am actually looking for Nurse Ratched. She forgot her purse at work and I am here to bring it to her.”

“Oh, I see. I am pretty sure Nurse Ratched is enjoying the company of a gentlemen right now.”, she grinned, “but she is staying in room 10.”

You just nodded at her, turning around to escape the smell of cigarettes even though you were sure it had already stained your clothing. “Thank you.”, you waved the receptionist goodbye as you closed the door behind you.

It was snowing a lot harder now than it had when you had still been on the road. You quickly made your way to room number 10 but hesitated when you stood in front of the door. You didn’t feel comfortable disturbing Nurse Ratched when she might had company, but you also didn’t want to listen to another lecture from Nurse Bucket tomorrow.

You didn’t know Nurse Ratched really well, but had grown to like her and came to see her as a friend and mentor. She was strict with you but always treated you kindly. Whenever you had questions she would happily answer them and never made you feel stupid while doing so. Every time you worked with her she would invite you to have lunch with her in the nurses lounge, telling you stories about her time in the war. You had even gone out for drinks a few times which ended with her allowing you to address her by her first name when you weren’t at the hospital, making you feel special and content.

When a man suddenly opened the door you flinched. “Who are you?”, he was only dressed in pants and a white undershirt, holding his jacket in his arm. He didn’t even wait for your reply but almost threw you aside rudely, disappearing into the night.

You peeked inside the room. It was only dimly lit, making it hard for you to see anything. “Nurse Ratched?”, you called out for the older woman but were only met with silence. You stepped into the room, closing the door behind you to keep out the cold. “Nurse Ratched?”, you tried again but still your call went unanswered.

Your worries increased and you were starting to think that the guy might have hurt her so you went deeper into the spacious hallway. When you reached the adjacent room and saw Nurse Ratched sitting on the edge of the mattress, your heart dropped.

She was sitting on the edge of the mattress, dressed in a blue nightgown, a satin robe covering her small form. Her eyes were staring at the wall, silent tears making their way down her porcelain cheeks. Her hands were trembling and her breathing labored, erratic, uneven.

You put her purse down on the small table next to the door, slowly making your way towards her, afraid you would scare otherwise. “Nurse Ratched?”, your voice was calm and gentle, “Nurse Ratched, are you okay?”

Mildred flinched. Her eyes met yours and you could feel your heart shatter into a million pieces. She looked so sad, so hurt and so.. haunted. Her usual stoic appearance had vanished, leaving her looking like a deer caught in the headlights. “Nurse Ratched, it’s me.”, you tried to keep your worries out of your voice, “Can I sit with you?”

Her eyes darted around the room and you weren’t sure what she was afraid of. She gave you a tiny nod, scooting over a little bit. You walked slowly to the bed, sitting down a few inches away from her. You had seen a few patients suffering panic attacks and were sure she was experiencing one. It was ironic really since she was the one who taught you how to handle a distraught patient.

You gently took one of her trembling hands in yours, letting your thumb rub soothing circles in her palm. “Can you try to take deep breaths for me?”, your voice was soft and gentle, trying to calm her down. She looked at you, her eyes wild and panicked, “you could just follow my lead? 1 in… 1 out..”. You took deep breaths, your eyes never leaving hers.

Mildred closed her eyes, trying to let your voice wash over her. She mimicked your breathing and slowly hers became more steady. “You’re doing really good. Just a few more deep breaths.”, you continued rubbing her palm, breathing in deeply.

When her breathing had calmed down she opened her eyes again, the deep brown color even darker than usual. You gave her a timid smile. “Did he hurt you, Millie?”, you scooted a little closer, letting your free hand tenderly wander over her back.

She looked so different from the way she appeared at the hospital. Her hair was down, cascading over her shoulder in curls and without her uniform she seemed so much softer, so unlike the stoic nurse you worked with almost every day.

“Is it supposed to hurt like this?”, she averted her gaze, “I can’t help but feel violated. I feel dirty. I feel ..”, she stopped and tried to compose herself as fresh tears were dropping into her lap, “I feel like I want to scrub my body with a metal brush. Scrape of my skin.”

You were taken aback by her words. “Did he do something to you?”, you whispered, pulling her gently into your side.

“No. I asked him to come. And I asked him to.. to have intercourse.”, her voice was barely above a whisper. “That’s what I’m supposed to enjoy, right? How it’s supposed to be?”, she looked at you and you’ve never seen anyone so desperate.

You gave her a long look and finally you understood. The way she would always try to prevent Dr. Hanover to use hydrotherapy to treat women who loved other women, how she would sometimes look at you for a little too long, how she would never react to any compliments she would receive by males.

“It’s not, Millie. You’re not supposed to feel violated and hurt. You’re not supposed to feel dirty.”, you sat down in front of her and made sure she was looking right into your eyes.

“Being with someone is about an emotional connection. It’s about feeling safe and taken care of. You’re supposed to feel loved. And you deserve all of that.”, you took her hands in yours, “And if you don’t feel any of that, you should not let yourself be treated like that.

“What if I love the wrong.. what if I prefer the company of other women?”, she averted her gaze, looking at the spot on the mattress you had just left. You stood up and gently cupped her cheek with your hand, willing her to look at you.

“There is nothing wrong with that. How can loving someone ever be wrong?”, you looked deeply into her eyes. “No matter who you love, as long as you’re kind, gentle and honest, there is nothing wrong.”

She pulled you closer and you could feel the tremble in her hands when she touched you. You let her take control. She cupped your cheek with her hand, guiding your face towards hers.

When your lips collided with hers you felt your whole body explode. They were so soft and she gave you the gentlest kiss you had ever received. She slowly let herself fall back onto the mattress, pulling you with her so you would be on top of her. You kissed her. Pouring everything you felt into the kiss while gently stroking her sides. You desperately wanted to show her what it felt like to be loved, to be cherished, to be taken care of.

She hadn’t lasted long when you had touched her where she needed it most. You had kept her close to you the whole time, your eyes never leaving hers. When she had come undone she had had tears in her eyes, her arms keeping you close, afraid you would leave her. You had whispered in her ear that she was safe, that you were there - not going anyway.

She had buried herself deep into you, had tangled her legs with yours while her face nuzzled your neck. You had put your arms around her, gently stroking her back and covering the side of her face with sweet kisses.

“You’ll always be safe with me. I promise. I will always love you.”, you whispered while planting a kiss just below her earlobe, seeking to engrave your words deeply into her soul.

#mildred ratched x reader #sarah paulson #ratched #sarah paulson x reader #mildred ratched #mildred ratched x you

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ahsfan05 · 3 years ago

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I am so grateful for the plethora of content we received on Sarah’s birthday.

#sarah paulson #sarah paulson characters #alice macray x reader #lana winters #billie dean howard x reader #mildred ratched x reader #billie dean howard #cordelia goode x reader #sarah paulson x reader #lana winters x reader #ally mayfair richards x reader #xandra with an x #xandra x reader

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max-the-d0g · 3 years ago

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Abandoned box - Welcome home Part two

Mildred Ratched x reader

pervious part - Part 1

Warnings: none really.

A/N : Thank you @lucyintheskywithxanax !! You are so kind for helping. So very grateful! Thank you again you kind soul!

Mistakes may still be there cause I'm blind.

The wind blew through the crack of the window, your hair whisked through the air, you swayed to the soft melody coming from the radio. Thumping your thumbs against the steering wheel to the rhythm, you checked the mirror to see if Mildred was still behind you in her green teal car. You see the car with one glance, steering your eyes back onto the road you finally see the road to your new countryside house.

Your eyes searched for the particular gate that is the entrance to your new house. Mildred had questioned you about moving to a remote area, you agreed. It was a lot safer for your relationship, you could be more open, not having to worry about any judgmental stares that would have been given to you both if you were to give each other affection.

Here, you can be as close together without second-guessing if you are too close to each other, you could hold each other's hands without worrying. Both of you can express and be intimate without hiding it. A peck or a kiss was allowed and no one could bear witness to something that is called an 'abomination'. You can show your love to the person you loved the most. Out in the open, shielded by the trees. The both of you didn't care what others thought of you, but that risk of ending up in a hospital stopped you from expressing to each other.

Your eyes spotted the gate to your new home, steering to the right you come to a halt to open the gate. Your boots touched the ground, glancing around the wooden area. You smelt the forest, the earthy scent flying through the air. You could feel the sun beating down onto your exposed skin, you hear Mildred’s car stop. A bark from Kira. Wandering towards the gate you unlatch the gate opening it wide enough for the van and the car to get through.

The van comes back alive, you steadily drive to the entrance of the house. The road is uneven, making the car jerk a little as you round of a slight curve of the path. You stop the car again, stepping out and glancing back to see Mildred just a little behind. She must have closed the gate.

She parked the car by yours, she carefully stepped out, a beaming smile gracing her lips as she stared at the new home. Her eyes met yours, a blush blossoms across her cheeks. Turning away from your endearing eyes, she opened the car door allowing the dogs to leave the confined place. The three canines race out, already studying the new land. Sniffing the unknown scents. Kira, the grey with a speck of white covering her paws and the tip of her tail trails back to Mildred's side, over the last couple of months, she had become close to Mildred. And surprisingly, Mildred had welcomed it with open arms. You had walked into your room late at night once when Mildred had decided to go to bed earlier, and your spot was taken by one particular dog. It would always make you grin; it was the most adorable sight to see.

Mildred wandered to you, an arm glided across your waist pulling you closer to her. "Welcome home, honey." You mumbled, placing a soft peck across her cheek. Rain, the energetic one of the pack circles around the two of you. It was a suitable name since on the back of her neck are grey and white spots which reminded you of rain. Her name was given to her by you. It was also more convenient as she would crawl across the room to stare outside the window whilst it was raining, always gazing outside whilst the rain belts down across the ground. You would allow her to play in the rain once she was healthy and old enough, not for too long just enough for her to have a bit of fun.

Kesey was the laid back one of the group, but if you touched his bear that Mildred had won at a fair a couple of months ago, the one he had claimed and Mildred was in love with how adorable he was, Kesey would be in a mood for a couple of hours. Acting similar to a toddler one could say. He returns to the open car door collecting his teddy and strides to the front door. You and Mildred looked at each other, both with an amused smile across your lips. "Right, time to unpack the van" Mildred huffed out.

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You had finally placed all the boxes and furniture in the large living room. Boxes scattered the area, a small table in the corner with two empty glasses of water, looking at your watch on your wrist you see it was just past four in the evening. In the hallway was the mattress, hastily set in the middle of the room. The pups strolled in after they had done their business, Mildred following them back in.

"That's everything, my dove." She muttered, wiping at her forehead. Her hair was surprisingly in some sort of messy ponytail, stray hairs coming off in odd directions. Exhaustion coating her features, there was no doubt that your features were similar. Despite the heaviness of exhaustion on her, she still looked heavenly. She lowered herself to the mattress, laying starfish on her back. "I think... I think we should unpack tomorrow." She breathed out, humming as she stretches her limbs on the mattress. Wandering to your love, you settled down next to her, your body shuffled down until you lay opposite her. Your head laying across her arm. Mildred’s body shuffles a little, she curls herself to you, facing you. "What are we going to eat?" Mildred muttered into the silent room. The sound of paws across the floor was heard, the noise coming closer to the two of you curled onto the mattress.

"Luckily for you, your girlfriend came prepared," You announced, looking for the particular box you had placed in the corner of the room. "In here are some cans of soup and some fresh bread from the bakery. Sadly, there is no bologna. However, there is your favourite pack of sweets." You hold the bag, you hear a squeal of delight. A force of a body hits you, arms circling your waist. You feel a pair of lips pressing into your cheek and neck, multiple of ‘thank you’ leave her lips.

"And tomorrow, we'll go to the market for food and maybe see if there's a bakery," Mildred muttered, cuddling closer to your neck. "And we.. we will unpack when we come back home," Mildred said, muffled by how close she was to your heated body. Placing a kiss on her forehead you muttered a few words.

"Welcome home, my love."

The end

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absolutemadladdie · 3 years ago

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"I like it, Picasso" fanfictions, 100/10 would read again (this list will be on constant edit mode) PART 2:

Ps. (*)=angst, (**)=smut

SARAH PAULSON STORIES

AMERICAN HORROR STORY

Billie Dean Howard

My Silver Screen, My Misery, My Love, My Defeat

I Had To Know Pain Before I Could Be Comforted*

Tulips And I Bloom In The Spring

Don’t Leave Me Now, You Might Love Me Back (a little bit * and **)

Lana Winters

Cordelia Goode

And So I followed (1), (2)**

Lionheart*, (bonus part)

Betelgeuse Above The Horizon

Fishes

I See the Signs of a Lifetime, You ‘Til I Die*

Moonlit Valkyrie**

You Fill My Head with You* (with a little sparkle of fluff)

tried baptism but it felt like burning*

Bette and Dot Tattler

Sally McKenna

Russian Roulette*

Switchblade (both * and **)

Audrey Tindall

Ally Mayfair-Richards

injured

Collide (vi.: to come together with solid or direct impact)

a million little times*

Wilhemina Venable

What fun! The Apocalypse (1), (2)*, (3)**, (4)*, (5)**, (6)*

At 11:08pm In The Music Room, I Was Saved (1), (2)

Taut**

Bound**, (2)**

Hidden**

Touch**

Hymnist**

I Saw You Trying, My Love*

Get Me To Church, I’ve Done So Many Bad Things It Hurts

Fangs

Red Roses

Butterfly Wings In My Heart

The Night Shadows Watching The Darkness Approaching

And I Failed To Climb The Mountain

You And Me Won’t Be Unhappy

But Tonight - We Were The Lucky Ones

Withstanding All The Time, Changes, & Seasons

These Are The Reasons I Don’t Even Think I’d Quit

To Be Kissed In The Sky*

Wilhemina Came To A Halt

Baby Broke Down In My Bed Again

Ice Cream For Breakfast On A Sunday Morning**

Different Kinds of Falls**

Truce

To Be Heroes

Tuberculosis Karen

Mamie Eisenhower

AMERICAN CRIME STORY

Marcia Clark

Linda Tripp

RUN 2020

Diane Sherman

Bay Window Blues**

RATCHED 2020

Mildred Ratched

Light Shall Smite Her

OCEAN'S 8

Tammy

STUDIO 60 ON A SUNSET STRIP

Harriet Hayes

MRS. AMERICA

Alice McCray

GLASS

Ellie Staple

THE GOLDFINCH

Xandra with an X

Why would you?**

CAROL

Abby Gerhard

MULTI CHARACTER

Strawberry Blond & Fiery Red (Billie Dean Howard x Reader x Wilhemina Venable)**

Let’s Go Party Lookin’ All Sexy (Billie Dean Howard x Reader x Wilhemina Venable)

Sup The Wine On Your Tongue (Billie Dean Howard x Sally McKenna x Reader)**

Morituri te salutant (Wilhemina Venable x Reader x Cordelia Goode)*

Wrap Your Love Around Me (Billie Dean Howard x Reader x Cordelia Goode)

The Touch Burns Like Fire (Miss Venable x Reader x Diane Sherman)**

A very Unprofessional Game Changer (Audrey Tindall x Reader x Diane Sherman)

FANFICTION COLLECTIONS

Hausbabylon:

Pick Your Poison (18+)

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cabensonsgirly · 3 years ago

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👼Now you're mine, but what do I do with you, girl. I'll take your heart to kick around as a toy. {The danger is I'm dangerous, and I might just tear you apart} (Mildred Ratched) [NSFW]👼

Mildred Ratched x Reader

👼Wordcount: ?👼

👼Content: EXTREMELY DUBIOUS CONSENT, drugging, bondage, strap-on, scenario, abuse of power, mentions of war.👼

👼Nurse Ratched had helped you to bed after you became oh so tired after your cup of tea. She waits until she's certain you're fast asleep before she slips into her fantasy.👼

"It's okay, sweetheart, get some sleep. There we go, good girl," she says softly, waiting for your breathing to even out before she extracts her hand from yours. She goes over to your bedroom vanity and opens the canvas roll she had put there earlier, running her fingers along the contents until she finds the leather straps. Mildred picks them up and goes over to you once more, "You are a patient at the hospital, you were admitted there because you had a breakdown after the horrors you saw while you were a nurse on the front line" she says quietly, moving your hands to above your head she then attaches the straps, making sure they're secure before moving down to your feet.

"You seldom sleep well on your own, the images of wounded and dying soldiers plaguing your dreams, making you thrash in bed," she secures your feet to the corners of the bed, "so I, the ever considerate Head Nurse, give you a sedative so you can have a peaceful sleep. Still securing you to the bed because upon waking you often act irrationally." She goes back over to the vanity, looking at you through the reflection in the mirror, "The nights you sleep peacefully I hear you begging for my attention, you mightn't make a sound, but I can see it in your face and the way your body reacts to my touch."

She picks up the small container and returns to the bed where she reaches up under her knee-length skirt, hooking her fingers under the hem of her panties before pulling them down. "The other nurses know not to disturb you in the evening because of how distressed you become that they're interruptung your time with me. Only I can give you what you want, save you from the horrors of your past." She climbs onto the bed, kneeling above your thighs, her hands hitching your dress up past your waist before she moves down so she can kiss and bite your inner thigh, "I never leave a mark on your fragile skin for it reminds you of your time at war, the bruises you'd get from soldiers who would grip you tight in fear."

Mildred sucks lightly closer to the hem of your panties, careful to not do it for too long least it leave a mark. She pulls your panties down so she can run her tongue through you, moaning at the taste, "I warm you up, a private addiction I have to how sinful you taste. Were anyone to find out about this, how your nurse laps at your cunt like a kitten with cream, I fear I would join you in this retched place."

She spreads your lips apart with two of her fingers, the tip of her tongue swirling around your clit before she takes it between her lips, sucking the sensitive bud into her mouth. The sounds leaving you are soft, can easily be mistaken to that which people make during sleep instead of those of carnal pleasure. Soon your slick coats her lips and chin, signalling to her that you were ready.

Mildred pulls away, sitting back on her haunches she picks the container up, squirting some of the liquid into the palm of her hand before stroking the toy between her legs, "The first night of your stay you wouldn't calm down until I took you with this toy, it was an unconventional method but it worked. That's why I am the Head Nurse and no one else." She moves herself, resting a hand on the bed by your head while the other guides the tip of the strap to your dripping heat, "In the rare moments you are calm, you beg for me to take you, but I can't because it wouldn't be appropriate. I wonder if you act up on purpose so I drug you and fuck you like I am now because you are addicted to this just as much as I."

Mildred bottoms out in one thrust, her breath catching as she feels it bump against her clit and the other end move inside her. She starts rocking her hips into you, pulling more noises from you, "I never give you release for it helps you forget the torment, the- the anguish that controls you." She was close already, her core having been dripping since she first saw the effects of the sedative kick in earlier this evening. The way it hit the right spot within her made her move harder, the sensation making the coil build, "You beg and- fuck- plead for me to let you cum, but you're just the patient" she bites her lip slightly, forcing the moan to stay inside her mouth, "and- and I'm the nurse. The Head Nurse of Lucia."

Mildred moves her hand to wrap around your throat, revelling in how good you look like this, "I give orders, I give mercy, not you. I- I kn- I know what is good for my patients." Her grip tightens briefly, her hips snapping harder and faster against you, the sound of skin on skin, the slick coming from you filling the room as well as her laboured breathing and the noises you made in your drug enduced sleep. "You're just a tormented ex-nurse. Y- Yo- You can't do anything fo- for yourself," she pants out, her movements becoming sloppy as the coil snaps, her orgasm washing over her, dropping her head to rest next to yours on your pillow. "That's why- why you ask for me. That's why you only lis- listen to me. I'm- I'm the Head Nurse."

She slows down before pulling out of you, moving off the bed on shaky legs, she picks up the container then back over to the vanity. She picks up a cloth and wipes the toy before removing it, her hand gripping the edge of the vanity to stop her knees from giving out. Mildred puts the toy back on the canvas as well as the container, "You have no memory of the events that transpired during your night of sleep. All you know is that when you wake up you have an ache between your thighs that no matter what cannot be satiated." She pulls her underwear back up then goes over to you to remove the leather straps, "You ask for my help, but I cannot help with this issue during the day least I lose my job." She pulls your underwear back up, "Just rest now, my poor ex-nurse. I will be back in the morning to check on you."

Mildred packs her things up then leaves, locking the door with a key she got cut before going to her car. She gets in, "You only thank me for what I do whilst you're awake, I tell you it is no issue. I'm just happy to help, especially someone who has suffered so greatly" before driving off.

#sarah paulson #sarah paulson imagine #sarah paulson x reader #Mildred Ratched #Mildred Ratched imagine #Mildred Ratched x reader

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