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taintandviolent · 12 days

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Drives Me Insane ; Jimmy Darling x Reader

summary: What started off as an innocent, summer picnic at the beach turned into a naughty dalliance with the one and only Jimmy Darling. 🦞 Reader is from Southern California.

word count: 2.4K words!

w a r n i n g s: SMUT, as per usual, kissing, PDA and semi-public sex (sort of), oral sex.

a/n: I just had this brainrot idea of Jimmy Darling at the beach and I had to get it down. I hope everyone enjoys this as much as I did writing and daydreaming about it!!! not beta-read.

full fic under cut! ↓ / ao3 link here! / written to this

Your feet kicked water up towards the dry sand as you walked, hand in hand with The Lobster Boy. Outside of the circus tent, he was as normal as every other guy. Better, in fact, than most of the guys you'd tried to go steady with. From his manners to his looks, he had you wrapped around one of his conjoined fingers. And he'd done it in only a day. To be fair, you knew that he likely did this with every girl he met in every town he travelled in, but he was sure making you feel special.

Butterflies still flapped their excited little wings in your stomach from you and Jimmy's closeness in the ocean. You two had gone out just far enough, the tips of your toes still hitting sand. He had hoisted you up out of the water each time a big wave came, gripping you firmly at the waist with his big hands. You couldn't help but laugh each time, holding on tight to the curve of his shoulders. At one point, he'd pulled you in for a kiss and wrapped both arms around you, his hands just grazing the top of your ass. You shivered and blamed the cold water.

Jimmy dropped down to the blanket, lounging happily. You towelled yourself off delicately, wicking away the crystalline drops that dotted your skin. His hair was only damp at the nape of his neck, but Jimmy didn't seem to mind his body being wet. You didn't mind it either - not after seeing the way the water glistened on his abdomen. After taking your hair out of the swimcap, you shook your head lightly, your lush curls bouncing with the motion. Thankfully, your style had maintained itself. Finally, you joined him on the blanket, stretching your legs out over the edge to dip your toes into the warm sand.

A seagull sang its shrill song above you, and you watched through squinted eyes as it flew towards the horizon, gliding over the breeze. With the sand between your red-tipped toes, the briny sea air tousling your locks, and a handsome guy by your side, you were in heaven. Everything about this felt like a movie, from the cute little picnic basket he'd brought, to the way that the sun glittered, reflecting off the waves as they crashed onto the shore. You looked over, watching Jimmy Darling as he lazily watched the sea, propping himself up on his elbows. He was still shirtless and wore a pair of yellow Catalina swim trunks that complimented the tanness of his skin beautifully. His muscles were on display for you to ogle, which you did willingly. He really was handsome; an All-American Boy with his chocolatey eyes and sugar-sweet smile.

Noticing that your attention was on him, he immediately sat up, reaching for the picnic basket. "You want a sandwich or somethin'? A soda? What can I getcha', doll?"

He was so attentive to your needs – butterflies fluttered again in your stomach at the thought. With a demure, red-lipped smile, you shook your head and with the back of your hand, brushed away the strand of hair that had blown across your face.

"No, nothing, Jimmy. I was just looking at you..." Your voice was soft, sweet, and to Jimmy, had a hint of that Southern California accent.

"Oh yea?" He asks, shifting his weight to lean closer to you. His eyes darted to your lips and with a cheeky grin, his tongue pressed against the back of his teeth, wanting to taste you.

"Yeah!" you said back, playfully stern. You pivoted your body to face his, daring him to counter you. And... He did, by dipping his head down to plant a quick kiss on your waiting lips. You tittered, delighted, licking the remnants of him off your lips.

"Mmh," he hummed, kissing you again. And again. "Mmmh! Baby! You taste like a.. like a cupcake or somethin', you know that?"

His big, strong hands roamed your body, starting at your thighs and moving up and around to the small of your back. His touch was feverish and hungry, and you watched them as they moved. He heard your breath hitch and redirected his kisses to your collarbone, suddenly hungrier. He sucked at the skin, surely leaving hickeys in his path.

"Jimmy– Jimmy!" You bowed your head, almost ducking away from him.

"Sorry, baby, I just can't keep my hands off of ya'."

"...drives me insane..." you whispered, before turning your eyes to the horizon. You were getting too turned on to think clearly, and the knot in your stomach wound tighter around itself. You wanted him. Bad.

Your eyes lifted, looking sheepishly up at the other beachy patrons as they passed, their feet leaving imprints on the sand in front of you. Some of them watched as Jimmy nuzzled into your neck, smearing hungry kisses along your skin. His hands were wrapped around you and hiding behind your back, so to most, you assumed you looked like a normal couple, happily canoodling by the seaside. You felt the sting of disapproval from some older onlookers, but the way that Jimmy was kissing and sucking on the nape of your neck was too distracting -- you couldn't find it in you to care enough to stop him a second time.

Jimmy – now Jimmy was on cloud nine. The sun was warm on his shoulders, the breeze fluffing his caramel locks, and a pretty girl was in his arms. Nothin' better in his mind. As soon as the troupe had pulled into Santa Monica, parking their caravans and setting up in an empty lot near the beach, Jimmy's radar was up. He'd heard rumours of how pretty the West Coast girls were, and after spending so much time on the East Coast, he'd been hankering to taste their sunkissed, salty skin. When he'd spotted you in line with your perfect red pout and shimmering locks, he'd made a beeline for you, schmoozing and talking about how much you were gonna' enjoy the show. He, of course, wasn't wrong and it might've been because he paid special attention to you during his musical number. Whatever the reason was, he'd asked you out on a picnic date, and much to his delight, you accepted (although perhaps a little too quickly for your liking).

"Baby," he murmured into your skin, just below your ear. The closeness sent a shiver down your spine. "Whaddya' say we go back in one of those tents and have a little fun, huh?"

You looked behind him, following his gaze. There was a row of striped changing tents near the top of the beach, some of which were unoccupied. You couldn't help but cover your mouth as a gasp escaped; what he was proposing seemed so naughty. In public? You'd never... oh, but with him? You would. You'd do anything in the world with him and all he had to do was ask.

"You promise we won't get caught?"

"I promise."

Jimmy got up first, hand extended towards you to lift you up. You took it without another thought, and after being hoisted up, he took off, running giddily towards the tents. Giggling, you followed behind Jimmy as he ran, his hands wrapped firmly around your wrist, practically dragging you up the bank.

Once you made it to the tents, you popped your head in, taking a curious peek. The rest of your body followed shortly after. There was a small stool inside, intended for people to sit on while they changed. It wouldn't be utilized for that purpose, you thought.

Jimmy stood outside the tent, casually rocking back and forth on his heels, his fingers locked behind his back. He even whistled a happy little tune until no one would suspect that he was going to pop inside with you. To any passerbys, it just looked like he was waiting for his girlfriend to exit the tent. No funny business happening there. Heck no.

When Jimmy finally ducked into the tent, he had a starved glimmer in his eyes and headed straight for you, his hands connecting to your hips. Your mouths collided, tongues wrestling each other for dominance like two horny teenagers. He took fistfuls of your breasts through the fabric of your swim top, kneading them hungrily. Abruptly, he dug underneath the elastic and tweaked your nipple, rubbing at it with his thumb. You broke the kiss to glance down. Smiled coyly. Jimmy's yellow shorts weren't doing much to hide his erection; the thin fabric had a clear outline of his quickly hardening cock, and a wet spot grew at the tip.

The sun shone through the red and white striped fabric, casting a warm, ruddy glow on Jimmy's face. You wondered if he felt at home in this miniature circus tent. "Hang on a sec, wait..." you whispered, as you reached around his back, tying the panels of fabric shut.

"You're that worried, huh?" Jimmy's hand slipped from your top.

"I don't know what kinda' freaky stuff you're into, but I don't want anyone walking in."

With a hushed tone, he replied: ,"Nobody is gonna' walk in, dollface."

He wrapped one arm around your back, pulling you tight to his hip and kissed you again. Jimmy's other hand trailed down your bare stomach until he came to the hem of your ruched shorts, where the tips of his fingers delved behind the elastic, creeping closer and closer to your folds. Once he found your slit, he slipped in between and immediately applied pressure to your clit, teasing you. You gasped, your breath hitching in your throat. Shortly after, he started drawing small circles around the bundle of nerves, hot and swelling with each passing second. Everything he did felt so good.

Feeling confident, Jimmy teased your entrance with his fingers. His deformity certainly hadn't inhibited him from gaining experience in pleasuring women. In fact, Jimmy swore up and down it made him better. Women across the US craved his conjoined fingers with all their girth and length, moaning desperately as they hit all the right spots when he fingered them.

In fear of making you scream his name, Jimmy couldn't give you the full Lobster Boy treatment - not here. He inserted just the tips of his fingers, up to the first knuckles, pumping slowly in and out. His thumb massaged your clit still, the dual stimulation sending to the skies and back again. At this rate, it wouldn't be long before you came. You were wetter than the ocean, and he loved it. Jimmy's tongue ran along his bottom lip, watching you as you writhed in his grip.

"Feel good?"

Breathlessly, you nodded. Jimmy withdrew his slick fingers from your cunt, his weighted gaze on you. He hummed in satisfaction. The dirty, wanton look in your eyes made his cock twitch.

"Baby, you wanna'....?" His eyes scanned over your pretty red lips before dropping to his groin. With one hand, Jimmy tugged his shorts down, letting out a breathy groan as his heavy cock bobbed in front of your tummy. Velvet heat pressed into your flesh, the pre-cum that oozed from the slit sliding against your stomach as he breathed. You knew what he was asking.

You sunk to your knees, settling into the shade-cooled sand. With Jimmy's cock in front of your face, you swallowed, wetting your throat. His conjoined digits wrapped around the base of it, squeezing it tightly. Your lips parted and Jimmy smiled, ready for what came next. You leaned forward, extending your tongue over your bottom lip and carefully, Jimmy slapped the tip of his dick against it. As your fingers wrapped around the shaft, he let out a throaty groan, jerking his head back. You worked it with your hand, and closed your lips around the tip of it, sucking gently. Looking up at him with those big, bright eyes, you watched Jimmy's breaths go from even to haphazard, his chest rising and falling quickly. Your tongue massaged at the underside of his cock, taking it deeper into your mouth.

You gagged softly, quietly and Jimmy clenched his teeth, feeling your throat close around his dick. It was hot and wet and strong – he swallowed again, watching you as worked. The urges were getting too strong, and the tension in his abdomen wound tighter. Without a word, Jimmy bent down and pulled you to your feet, his cock slipping wetly from your mouth. With a grunt, he yanked your shorts down just enough to expose your cunt.

"Sorry, I just... I gotta'..."

"We can't go all the way here, are you –"

"No-no, baby, we're not gonna', I just gotta' be closer to you, I'm gonna' –"

He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. With his cock still wet from your mouth, Jimmy began jerking it, right into your folds. Pre-cum dripped from the slit, providing more lubrication. The tip bumped against your puffy clit over and over again and before you could stop it, the pulsing wave rushed over you. You wrapped both arms around his neck, hanging on him as your legs quivered with the powerful orgasm that shook your core. You moaned softly into his ear, riding out the sensation by grinding against his cock. With his head filled with lewd thoughts of pushing his dick deep inside your pussy, Jimmy was fast behind you, exploding over you in hot, white ropes of ecstasy.

Finally feeling like you could stand on your own again, you rested your head against his bare chest, listening to his heartbeat as it slowed. Jimmy rested his chin atop your head, panting and pet the small of your back.

"See? No one caught us." He teased. You slapped at his bicep and disconnected from him, moving around him to exit the tent. Jimmy followed behind, this time, not putting any distance between the two of you. Thankfully, no one noticed. Everyone was too busy enjoying their beach day.

Everything was as you left it, except that the blanket had blown over slightly. You toed the edge of it back into place. Jimmy approached you from behind, wrapping his arms around your hips. He kissed your ear, nuzzling into you.

"You wanna' see the show again tonight, pretty baby?"

You nodded. You did. And you wanted whatever was going to happen after the show, too.

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ultrxviolencxe · 8 months

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i miss the days of old ahs so much

#american horror story #murder house #american horror story murder house #american horror story asylum #american horror story coven #freak show #american horror story freak show #american horror story hotel #violet harmon #tate longdon #evan peters #ryan murphy #tv shows #horror

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baeleaf1606 · 1 year

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Kathy Bates is a legend and we don’t speak about this enough 🖤🔪

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kit-walk3r · 11 months

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Summer Lovin’ (Jimmy Darling x fem!reader)

It’s 1950, a new freak show in town and you’re about to have the best summer of your life.

Warnings: sex references (nothing explicit)

It was 1950 when you met Jimmy Darling. Fraulein Elsa’s Cabinet of Curiosities, a travelling freak show, had just arrived in town, causing quite the scandal. Everyone was talking about it; some were excited to see what freaks the show had to offer, others disgusted by the thought of those different from themselves inhabiting ‘their’ town for a few months. You liked to think you were more open minded than a lot of the older folk, so saw no problem in welcoming the freaks.

You met Jimmy outside the grocery store. You were just leaving when the bottom of the brown paper bag broke, sending your groceries to the floor. You groaned, bending down to pick up your now discarded food, luckily it was mostly cans so nothing was squashed or crushed. However, they were a nightmare to pick up and you were attempting to pile the tins in your arms when two gloved hands reached out and picked the remaining cans off the ground. You looked up, ready to thank the kind stranger who helped, when you came face to face with a handsome face. Tanned skin from days in the sun, dark brown, almost black, eyes with almost a twinkle in them and curls of brown hair.

“Oh, hi,” you awkwardly greeted the stranger. “Uh, thank you.”

The handsome stranger grinned. “No problem, ma’am,” your eyes cast downward, cheeks blushing slightly. “Do you need help taking them to your car?”

You shyly nodded, motioning to a small, tan car not too far away. “It’s that one.”

The man nodded and the two of you made your way over to your car. You opened the trunk and put the cans you were holding inside before moving so he could do the same.

“Thank you,” you said again, closing the trunk before looking back at him with a grateful smile. “Not many people would have helped.”

“Just doing what any gentleman should,” The stranger shrugged as if it were no big deal, even though it was to you. “Should never leave a pretty lady in trouble.”

You blushed again at ‘pretty lady’.

“As a real ‘thank you’ you could come pay us a visit,” he handed you one of the flyers he had tucked under his arm. You accepted it and took a quick look. Fraulein Elsa’s Cabinet of Curiosities. Ah, so the stranger was a part of the freak show. “Tell them Jimmy sent you.”

Jimmy.

You nodded and tucked the flyer away in your purse. “I’ll see what I can do.”

Jimmy grinned. “Great. Hope to see you there,” he sent you a wink and just like that was on his way.

It was after Jimmy had gone when you realised the fast beating of your heart and intense flush of your cheeks. You internally cringed, hoping Jimmy didn’t notice how flustered he made you.

- - -

“Why exactly are we here?” Your friend Ruth asked as you both made your way towards the freak show the following night.

“I thought it would be fun,” you shrugged innocently. You hadn’t told your friend about your encounter with Jimmy and how he’d invited you along.

“But it’s just a bunch of weirdos,” Ruth argued, grimacing at one of the posters featuring someone called the ‘Illustrated Seal’.

“They’re not that bad,” you defended. “It’s just a couple of hours, what harm can it do?”

You noticed the lack of people as the two of you approached the ticket booth. Sat there was a very tall woman, just sitting down was your own height. “Two tickets, please,” you said politely. You thought for a moment before quietly adding “Jimmy sent me.”

The woman in the booth smirked as she handed over two tickets. “One of Jimmy’s girls, huh?” She chuckled quietly to herself. You blushed lightly and handed over the money. “Enjoy the show.”

You hoped Ruth hadn’t paid attention to your exchange but as soon as you left the booth she turned to you with an intrigued yet amused face. “Jimmy sent you?” She raised an eyebrow. “Who the hell is Jimmy?”

“Just some guy that I met at the grocery store,” you answered truthfully. “He invited me to come see the show. I could hardly say no after he helped me take my things to my car when my bag broke.”

Ruth had definitely noticed how red your cheeks got when you spoke about Jimmy. “And are you hoping to see Jimmy tonight?” She emphasised his name as she teased.

“Why do you keep saying his name like that?” You rolled your eyes. “Anyway, I’m just saying thank you. But honestly? It looks like we’re the ones doing them a favour,” you looked around the quiet fairground. There were the odd few people but it was still quiet considering it was only fifteen minutes until showtime. “It’s so quiet.”

“I’m not surprised,” Ruth shrugged. “A freak show isn’t the most appealing place to spend a Friday night.” Her tone turned bitter at the end.

“Will you stop complaining?” You rolled your eyes. “It’s just a couple of hours!”

“Yeah, yeah,” Ruth muttered. “Let’s just go sit down.”

There were a few more people in the tent, but not enough to qualify for a full house when combined with the people waiting outside. It was a shame really, since you knew this probably how they made a living, selling tickets. But Ruth was sort of right, for most people a freak show wouldn’t be the most appealing place to visit and, as welcoming as you were to the freaks, you wondered if you would have actually bothered attending if Jimmy hadn’t invited you.

You and Ruth took a seat in the third row and waited for the show to start. Once it began you found that you were genuinely enthralled by it, and wondered how these people were so hated. They were all entertaining and charismatic, and you especially loved Ma Petite.

Then it was Jimmy’s turn to perform. Even though you knew Jimmy worked for the freak show it never occurred to you that he was a performer, since he looked fairly normal, but as he walked out on that stage and you saw his hands it all made sense. You remembered the black gloves he was wearing when you met, and realised that they were just a disguise to try and cover up his unusual hands. A pang of sadness hit you at the thought of Jimmy having to cover a part of himself up to try and fit into society. He shouldn’t have to do that.

When Jimmy’s name was announced you saw Ruth perk up, obviously intrigued to see the mysterious guy who invited you to the freak show and had you blushing badly. She nudged you playfully when she saw his face in a clear sense of ‘approval’, but as soon as she caught sight of his hands her grin dropped and her eyes kept flickering between them and you. Now that approval was gone, and all you got now was a sense of disgust.

Your mind was on Jimmy for the remainder of the performance, barely even acknowledging the other performers. He was just as handsome as you remembered, making you blush even more. How was it that a guy you’d spoken to once had this much of an affect on you?

Once the show was over you gave the freaks a standing ovation and round of applause before leaving the tent with Ruth. “So that was Jimmy?” She said, unimpressed.

You hummed in response.

“You never said he had freaky hands,” Ruth grimaced. “He might have one hell of a face but I wouldn’t want those hands anywhere near me, they’re horrifying.”

You scowled. “They’re not horrifying,” you defended, unhappy with how Ruth was talking about Jimmy. “And anyway, I didn’t know. He was wearing gloves when I met him.”

“Of course,” Ruth said sarcastically, rolling her eyes. “Hid the freak part of himself to flirt with you and sell you a ticket and once he had your money he flaunted it. The guy was clearly leading you on.”

“No he wasn’t, it was nothing like that,” you groaned. “He just helped me with my groceries, that’s all.”

“Face it, Y/N, that guy had no interest in you, you’re just another ticket sale to him,” Ruth said matter of factly. She opened her mouth to continue speaking when she was cut off by a voice.

“Hello, ladies,” You both spun around to see Jimmy standing behind you, an innocent look on his face as if he hadn’t just been eavesdropping on your conversation. “Enjoy the show?”

You smiled whilst Ruth flushed with embarrassment. “Very much,” you nodded. “It was wonderful.”

“Well, I’m glad you enjoyed it,” Jimmy grinned. His eyes briefly flickered to Ruth, who was completely silent, before returning to you. “I’m so happy you turned up.”

“Really?” Your cheeks turned pink, and Ruth rolled her eyes at Jimmy’s obvious flirting technique.

“Of course,” Jimmy said. “It’s always encouraging when you’ve got a pretty lady watching you.”

“Well, thank you for inviting me,” you smiled shyly. Ruth was still silent, but also still clearly judging the conversation.

“If you’re not doing anything right now would you maybe wanna take a walk?” Jimmy asked and your eyes widened slightly at his forward request. You weren't expecting him to outright ask you out, you weren't expecting anything from him. “If it’s okay with your friend here, of course,”

You looked back at Ruth with a pleading look in your eye, silently begging her to let you go with him. Ruth sighed. “Fine,” she muttered. “Go ahead.”

You grinned and gave her a hug. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” you said. “Get home safe!” You said your goodbyes and watched as Ruth walked away, alone, before turning back to Jimmy.

“Wanna lead the way?” You asked. Jimmy nodded, extending his arm with a cheeky grin. You smiled back and linked your arm with his and the two of you began to walk away from the freak show and down a soft path leading towards some trees.

“It really was a great show,” you said.

“Thank you,” the gratitude was evident in Jimmy’s voice. “We all try our best.”

“Well your best is great,” you responded. There was quiet for a while before you spoke up again. “How long have you been in the freak show?” You asked. “If you don’t mind me asking.”

“I’ve been travelling as long as I can remember,” Jimmy explained. “My mom- the bearded lady- and I moved between a lot of shows when I was little, some good, some bad. We’ve been in this one for a while now, though. It actually feels like a family.”

You smiled at Jimmy’s response, genuinely interested in his life in the freak show. “That’s great, that you’re all a family,” you said softly.

“It is,” Jimmy agreed. “We’ve always got each other’s backs.” The two of you continued walking. “What about you, doll?” He asked, and as usual you blushed at the nickname.

“There’s not much to tell,” you shrugged. “I’m twenty-one, I’m an only child and I still live at home with my parents and I have a part time job as a secretary at some office, nothing interesting. Guess I’m pretty boring.” You felt embarrassed. Jimmy was living a life travelling the country, entertaining people with a group of people he could call his family whereas you cooked for your parents and answered phone calls for a living. You were pretty dull.

“Are you kidding? There’s nothing boring about that,” Jimmy defended you, nudging your shoulder in an attempt at cheering you up. “The mundane life is the best life.”

Jimmy’s support and optimism made you feel warm inside and you smiled softly at his support.

Your walk continued in a comfortable silence, the two of you just enjoying each other’s company as the sun reached its final moments of sunset. You could see the illumination of fireflies start to appear and you marvelled at their beauty.

You looked down at yours and Jimmy’s linked arms before stopping walking and pulling your arm out of his. A flash of confusion crossed Jimmy’s face, accompanied by a brief look of… hurt? As if he thought you were rejecting him. Instead, you did the opposite and grasped his hand with yours. The skin of his hands was rough and obviously it wasn’t the easiest to interlock your fingers but he was warm, and there was something about this that just felt right.

Jimmy’s eyes widened with shock slightly and your actions and he stared at your interlocked hands. He’d been with a number of girls in his twenty two years, but none of them had so freely embraced his hands in a manner that wasn’t for sexual gratification. Your hands were soft and warm and felt so delicate underneath his own. This feeling was new, and it felt nice.

Jimmy looked up from your joined hands to your face and saw your gentle smile and warm eyes. He found that he couldn’t stop himself and he leaned down to kiss you.

It was very brief, practically a peck, and you had no time to respond before Jimmy pulled back, looking almost ashamed. “I’m sorry,” he apologised, letting go of your hand and running it through his hair nervously. He looked awkward, as if he was going to run away at any moment and nothing like the confident, flirtatious guy you met at the grocery store. You found this endearing, however, and to put him out of his misery you used your now free hands to pull Jimmy back in for a much deeper kiss, which he responded to almost immediately.

Jimmy’s lips were soft under yours, a lot softer than you would have thought. His hands that were now around your waist held you gently, as if he was trying not to break you, and you could feel the heat radiating from his touch through the fabric of your dress. This kiss felt heavenly, and you couldn’t stop yourself from deepening it a little more. You didn’t want it to end.

Eventually, Jimmy pulled back, panting as he regained his breath. He grinned, and you couldn’t help mirror it, filled with excitement. “Damn, you sure know how to kiss,” Jimmy chuckled, and your only response was to pull him down for another one.

Your moment continued for a few seconds longer before Jimmy pulled back again. “As much as I’m enjoying this,” he said with a cheeky grin before leaning down so that his mouth was level with your ear, “and, believe me, I am,” you shuddered at the feeling of his hot breath against your skin and pouted when he pulled back. “It’s dark and I don’t know about you, doll, but I’d much rather be able to see you.”

You nodded in agreement. Thanks to the fireflies and lights in the distance you could see some parts of Jimmy, but the rest was concealed by darkness.

“You wanna take this back to my trailer?” Jimmy asked hopefully.

You nodded.

- - -

A couple of hours later and yours and Jimmy’s activities had finally slowed down. After stumbling your way back to the fairground (with the occasional pit stop for some more fooling around since the two of you couldn’t let each other go) you finally made it back to Jimmy’s trailer. There was a slight awkwardness at first but it didn’t take long for the lip-locking to continue, and soon after layers of clothes were coming off and Jimmy was showing you what his hands could really do. It was an intense, overwhelming experience and as the two of you lay side by side, catching your breaths, you were starting to come down from your high.

Besides the sound of your laboured breaths there was a comfortable silence in the trailer, neither of you feeling the need to talk as you recovered. Instead, Jimmy just wrapped an arm around you and you snuggled in closer to him, resting your head on his bare chest as you traced random patterns onto his skin with your finger. The silence continued, and you could have stayed in that moment forever… until you saw the clock and realised what time it was.

“Oh, shit!” You shot up, disturbing Jimmy who you realised was drifting off to sleep. You got up from the makeshift bed and grabbed your clothes that were scattered all over the floor before quickly attempting to redress in a way that made you look presentable.

“Where you going in such a hurry, baby?” Jimmy mumbled as he sat up and watched you put your clothes back on. You barely registered that he called you ‘baby’, too panicked about being late home.

“I need to get home,” you tried to explain as you pulled up your tights, internally groaning when you noticed a large pull in them. You hoped your mother wouldn’t notice. “I’m late and my parents will be worried sick.”

“You’re twenty one,” Jimmy pointed out as he pulled on his own underwear, followed by his wife beater. “Can’t you make your own rules?”

You shook your head. “Not whilst I live with my parents. Their house, their rules,” you attempted to zip up the back of your dress but struggled. “Could you zip me up?”

Jimmy nodded and came over to you. He brushed your hair over your shoulder before gently zipping up the fabric. You shivered as his fingers grazed the skin of your back and a soft sigh escaped you when you felt his lips ghost against the side of your neck, just beneath your ear.

“Are you sure you can’t stay?” He murmured, and it took all of your self-restraint to say no.

“I can’t,” you turned around so you were face to face with Jimmy and you gently rested your hands on his chest. “My parents would call the police or send out a search party. It would be a nightmare.”

“Well, can I at least see you again?” Jimmy asked before kissing you once more. You responded just for a moment before pulling back, knowing that if you continued for just a second longer you would not be leaving this trailer until the morning.

“If you want to,” you shrugged innocently.

Jimmy grinned, his arms wrapping themselves around your waist. “Oh, I want to,” he pulled you closer towards him and slowly pressed a few light kisses to your neck. He was really making it hard for you to leave.

“Jimmy I really have to go,” you insisted and Jimmy groaned as he pulled back.

“Let me drive you back at least?” Jimmy offered and you nodded, remembering the motorcycle parked not too far away.

You watched as Jimmy pulled on the rest of his clothes and wondered how you had gotten so lucky.

- - -

For the rest of the summer the freak show was in town you and Jimmy frequently met up. Early on the two of you agreed that this would be just a summer fling, both aware that Jimmy wouldn’t be around forever as the show was set to move on to another state. You made sure to make the most of the time you had though, so Jimmy often took you out for picnics and such as well as back to his trailer.

You’d informed Ruth about the little arrangement you had with Jimmy and, after asking for the sordid details (especially about his hands), she agreed to cover for you for your parents, allowing you to spend nights with Jimmy instead of having to rush back home for a certain hour. However, this did make for an awkward first meeting with Jimmy’s mother when she didn’t knock before coming into his trailer one morning. It was awful and you were certain Ethel hated you, but she always made sure that there was a plate of breakfast saved for you in the mornings you were over. It turned out she was very welcoming of you, as were all the freaks, and you realised that this really was a family.

Of course it was hard when Jimmy finally had to go, but you’d been preparing for it so was ready for the goodbye. You parted on good terms, there were no tears or sobs. Just a hug, a kiss on the cheek from Jimmy and a reminder from you that if Jimmy were ever in town again to come find you. Then he and the rest of the freaks left, and you moved on with your life.

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Two years later you were leaving work when you noticed a familiar figure standing outside the building. You grinned at Jimmy, who was smiling straight at you, and you hurried towards him. You noticed his now wooden hands but didn’t mention it and instead pulled him into a tight hug.

“What are you doing here?” You asked as you pulled back. You’d not heard anything about the freak show being back in town.

Jimmy simply said: “You said to come find you.”

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I hope this was okay for my first Jimmy fic. I know a lot of you reading this would have preferred it if smut was involved but unfortunately that is something that I am currently not confident enough to write, I hope you understand.

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have you done your daily click

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Evan Peters throughout the seasons of American Horror Story 1-8

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American Horror Story

Freak Show

“You know my motto: always leave them wanting more.” ~ Elsa Mars

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Evil Clown Contest Redemption Round One

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Finn Wittrock as Dandy Mott

American Horror Story Freak Show (Episode 5: Pink Cupcakes)

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taintandviolent · 11 months

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Chantilly Lace; Jimmy Darling x virgin!reader

{requested by: @the-goblin1} summary: 2.3K words. Friends pressure you, a shy little virgin, into seeing 'Jimmy', whoever that is. w a r n i n g s // notes: virgin reader (adult), loss of virginity, fluff(ish) smut, explicit descriptions. // I'm so not a fluff writer, so hopefully this wasn't horrid!!!!

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“Oh, please,” you quivered, heels skidding in the plush carpet as they pushed you towards the door. “Don’t — I’m not… I’m a….”

“Oh, live a little, would you? God, you’re such a prude!” “He’s great, I’ve seen him three times and I haven’t had a sleepless night since!”

Your friends spoke about this Darling fellow like he was some sort of miracle worker, like one of those fancy massage therapists in town. A spare bedroom is an awfully strange place for this….

“Have fun!” The shove Becky gave you was nearly hard enough to make you stumble and Diane yanked the door shut so hard that the picture frame clattered against the wall. Some friends, you thought. The room was quiet except for the quiet murmur of the radio on the dresser. Elvis crooned about love not waiting — you swallowed the lump in your throat. How oddly appropriate.

Still standing at the door, you couldn’t help but feel like a child on a stage; you interlocked your fingers behind your back and rocked nervously on your heels. You’d always held your innocence close, despite heading towards twenty-four. All of your other friends had lost their V-Card and at this point, you were the odd woman out.

“Hi,” you stammered, choky, addressing the man lounging seductively on the bed across from you. “Are you Jimmy Darling?”

“Sure am. C’mere, baby, I’m not gonna’ bite ya’.”

Putting one foot in front of the other, you made your way — slowly — over to the bed, apprehensiveness muddling your ability to move any faster. The rustling of the duvet was deafening as you sat down, but finding words was like finding a strand of blonde hair in a haystack. You cleared your throat, fingering the eyelet lace hem of your dress. You felt like a fool. And you couldn’t stop stealing glances at his hands…. I suppose that’s part of the appeal for the girls?

“What’s wrong, honey? Nervous?”

Keeping your head down, you lifted your big, misty eyes to him and nodded twice. He scooted closer to you on the bed, folding his hands neatly in his lap. From this angle, they looked normal. You swallowed hard.

“Don’t be nervous, I’m not gonna’ hurt ya, babydoll.”

As he sat there, respecting every boundary you had, you believed him. The warm, yellow lighting of the room was relaxing, and after a few moments, you raised your head and turned your body so that you were facing him.

“Mr. Darling,” you started, ready to spill your guts to this strange man. “I —

“Jimmy.” He insisted.

“…Jimmy. My friends made me do this…. Not that I wouldn’t do it because you’re very… handsome. I’d do anything, I really—” Rolling your lips inward, you took a moment to steady yourself, feeling the words coming a little too quickly.

“You’re very handsome…. But I’m… well….”

Jimmy — god, he is handsome. Really handsome…. And he’s so patient. Jimmy sat quietly, listening intently to every word. Every time those big, dark brown eyes blinked, another butterfly took flight in your stomach. It was getting crowded in there.

“I’ve never done anything like this before.” “Aw, heck - that’s okay. I’ll take it sl—“ “I’m a virgin.” You interrupted.

Those three words landed like bags of bricks, each one of them weighing two tons. You both went silent; neither sure what should or could be said. After a few agonising minutes, you unfurled your fist and set the folded money on the nightstand. Even if you two didn’t do a single thing, you had every intention of paying him for wasted time. Jimmy looked at it with sullen eyes, unsure if he even wanted to take it.

“Oh, this is silly. I’m sorry, Mr. Darling. Er, Jimmy.”

You pushed yourself off the bed, huffing in frustration. You’d made a fool of yourself in here, and you were about to make a fool of yourself out there. You’d be the butt of the virgin bride joke for the rest of your days.

“Doll face, wait.” His claws caught your wrist as you got to your feet, enveloping it entirely.

“Listen,” he continued, pulling you back towards him. The action had you trembling in a completely foreign way; you weren’t scared. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do - but not to brag, but… I’m real good at makin’ pretty girls feel like a million bucks. Besides all that….”

Jimmy pulled your arm a little closer to him. “…it’d be a real treat for me…. Because I think you’re the prettiest girl that’s walked through that door.”

Whether or not that was true, you again believed him and allowed yourself to be towed towards him, onto him. He pulled you onto his lap, wrapping both his arms around you. The heat came off of him in waves, and he smelled freshly showered, with a hint of warm summer air.

“Is it alright if I kiss that pretty neck of yours?”

Your cheeks were instantly hot and redder than the wild strawberries in the backyard of your parent’s home. In response, you tilted your head to the side, exposing the delicate, slightly sweaty flesh. Jimmy dove in like a man starved, smearing his plush lips over every inch and nipping sporadically.

Overcome by the sensation, you had no chance in stopping the aroused whimpers. His hands snaked around your torso, pausing to graze your nipples over the fabric of your dress. He glided up your arms, then back down to slither along the tops of your thighs. Beneath your thighs, Jimmy had started undulating his hips ever so slightly, unable to ignore the demands of his cock as it stiffened. You may have been a prude, but you knew what that growing warm spot was.

“You doin’ alright, baby?”

You nodded lazily, still overwhelmed by the feeling of his warm, large hands as they skated over your thighs. Truthfully, your body was overstimulated, and he hadn’t even got to your —

Jimmy tapped the sides of your body, urging you up. You understood every silent cue he was giving you, and when he pushed you back towards the bed, you shivered in anticipation.

“You’re real pretty, you know that?” Delicately, he lifted your dress over your knees, the cream-coloured Chantilly lace gliding over the tops of your thighs. You looked up at him, wondering if this was just a run-of-the-mill encounter for him. Underneath the sun kissed skin of his neck, his pulse throbbed rapidly.

Gasping, you felt the tips of his conjoined fingers press into your entrance. Jimmy curled his bottom segment back towards his palm, keeping that one out of the way. You were a virgin after all — he couldn’t handle you like the other women craving spice in their otherwise boring marriages. He eased his fingers in further, feeling resistance. She’s not there yet… He circled your clit with the pad of his thumb, watching as your lashes fluttered. Gradually, your cunt opened up for him, getting slick enough that he could slide his fingers in.

“You tell me if you wanna’ stop. Okay, sugar?” There was a gruffness in his voice that wasn’t there before. You nodded.

Jimmy rotated his hand, palm up and curled his conjoined fingers inside you, rubbing delicately at a spongy, tender spot within you. Your body immediately responded by arching your back, and letting a high-pitched whine echo against the walls. The roiling pleasure that you felt within your core was indescribable and made you see stars. Pinpricks of white glitter decorated the white, popcorn ceiling above as you, paralysed with euphoria, laid on a lady’s bed in the middle of Jupiter, Florida. He tested your boundaries by finger-fucking you a little faster, still letting the pad of his thumb press into your clit every time he made contact.

“M-more…”

Your begging drove him wild — he could feel the coils of arousal in his groin, making it harder and harder to focus on stale decency. I wanna’ fuck her so bad….

Jimmy withdrew, uncurled his bottom claw and slipped that into your warm, weeping cunt. Now she’s gettin’ the full Darling treatment.

Your eyes widened, pupils dilating. His — your mind hesitated on the word — pincers were inside you now, gliding in and out with ease. You felt the change in girth and the tips of some of the conjoined fingers as they hit you in new angles. Oh,…. God… Gut instinct kicked in and you began rolling your hips into his hand, pushing his fingers deeper into you.

“Atta’ girl,” Jimmy said, praisingly. “You’re a natural. That feels good, huh?”

You nodded, but you wanted more. More. “Can you…. Can you… take it?”

Jimmy paused, taken aback by your immodest, pitifully innocent request. It had only happened a few times before, and usually, it was the virgins that asked for him to fuck ‘em. Usually, all the gals left dripping and satisfied and he’d have to tuck a rock-hard erection up into the waistband of his briefs while he raced back to his trailer. “I can… long as you’re sure, baby.”

He knew you were though. Your eyes were begging him, pleading with him to rail you into a new era of womanhood. Jimmy straightened up, shrugging the striped shirt off his shoulders. “You want it, babydoll?”

“Please.”

Jimmy slid the strip of leather out of the buckle, yanking it hard. With an iron focus, he unzipped his pants and reached in, taking himself in his hand. It was tender to the touch, and the underside was slithery with pre-cum.

After a few strokes, Jimmy lined his cock up, pressing only the tip into you at first. He was giving you the reigns and wasn’t about to go any further until you’d asked him to. You gasped again, but this one was laced with a shrill whine. With a deep inhale, you shimmied your hips down, urging Jimmy’s cock in deeper; about halfway. There was a sudden sting, replaced by a fiery warmth that you never would’ve been able to imagine.

Sure, he was a gentleman. Underneath it all, his mama had raised him right and he knew how to respect a woman. Still… he was a man. A hot-blooded man with an insecurity that was only ever quashed by reassuring praise… and women. He was going as slow as he could, you saw that in his eyes and felt in the way his hips quivered every time he backed them out. He wanted to pound into your cunt and feel your tight, virgin walls squeezing desperately around his cock.

Though, through pants, he still managed to ask if you were okay.

“It’s…. It hurts a little, but I’m alright. You’re just bigger… then I thought you’d be.”

Now what the hell’s that supposed to mean? That confession bit at Jimmy’s heart a little, but he wasn’t about to let it kill his boner. He’d think about that later, maybe with a bottle of whiskey.

“Just do it.” You hoped it sounded like the demand you intended it to, and not a scared little peep.

“Do it?”

Sinking down between his shoulders, Jimmy Darling pressed the sweetest kiss against your lips, his tongue creeping out to sweep across your pouty bottom lip like he was cleaning up some popsicle you’d left behind. It was so sweet and so tender, you almost didn’t feel the way that he bucked his hips up into you to bottom out, the girth of his cock splitting you open wide.

He thrust into you rhythmically, the tip of his cock hitting you deeply. Everything was white-hot and your head felt like it was underwater — aroused. That’s what that is…. He’s got me so… oh I need him.

You threw your head back into the satin pillow, hearing the crackle of the down feathers as your weight pressed down into them. A moan escaped your throat, loud enough that Jimmy pulled back from his necking to see if you were okay. You were. The way your eyes rolled back in your head, and your mouth had parted slightly told him everything he needed to know.

You’d lifted your hips up to him and Jimmy took that opportunity to pound it harder than he should’ve, letting out a deep groan. You couldn’t help but wail repeatedly, each cry broken by the contact of his hips against yours. That made him moan louder and more often, taken by how god damn good you sounded. Outside, a collection of women had their ears pressed against wood, jaws hanging slack.

Jimmy dropped his head, angling his lips to your ear. “You like that, baby? You like me takin’ you hard like that?”

You mewled out that you did, asking for him to keep going. Harder. He obeyed. Your lids snapped open, pupils dilating. There was a thick, hot coil in the pit of your stomach and it was winding tighter and tighter around itself.

“Jimmy, something is happening,—“ Your moans grew louder, more shrill and more desperate. The coil strained.

“Damn right somethin’s happenin’, doll fa—aauugh!” Jimmy bucked his hips, burying his head deep within you to spurt thick ropes of cum hard up into you.

You felt everything all at once; the warmth that filled you, the way his cock twitched inside you, his hot breaths on your chest. You screamed as the coil snapped and your cunt began pulsing with pleasure, throbbing like a heartbeat. His thrusts slowed as he emptied, and you let out a dreamy, breathy sigh.

“Usually, I’d charge extra for that, sweetheart. But,” Jimmy paused to kiss you one final time before he got up to start redressing himself. “Like I said, that was a treat for me.”

As you laid there, looking at the ceiling (which was no longer sparkling), you mustered up the courage to rejoin your friends. Earlier, you thought you’d be embarrassed, having to make the walk of shame because you’d chickened out. Now, you were trying to find the words to explain what had happened — though you were sure everyone had heard exactly what had happened.

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Jimmy Darling X fem reader- Our little family.

Yns Pov:

A family of your own.

It was all I could think about since Jimmy and I got married.

Our dream was to leave The Freak Show, move into our own house, get a dog and have our own children.

All I've wanted is a son and a daughter.

A boy who looks exactly like his father and a little girl who looks exactly like me.

At first, the idea of having children was terrifying to Jimmy.

He was so afraid that our child will inherit his hands but, we talked and now he wants to have children with me more than anything else.

But it seems that both our dreams have been crushed, went to the doctor and he told me that I will never be able to have children of my own.

Due to a hereditary disease that I have inherited from my biological mother.

Jimmy: Dearest there you are.

I've been looking for you everywhere.

Yn: Hi.

That was all I could say then I broke down.

All I could do was cry.

Jimmy: Hey baby Is everything okay?

What did the doctor say?

Yn: He said......... he said.

I couldn't get the words out, just more and more tears came.

He put his arms around me and said.

Jimmy: Shhhh take a deep breath dearest i'm here.

You know you can tell me everything.

But how?

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Jimmy Darling

THEY WANT TO CALL US MONSTERS? FINE, WE’LL ACT LIKE MONSTERS

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Slow, Drawn Out Love

Petty Jealousy, Pretty Rage

Being In Your Arms

Ever the Smitten Kitten

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Red Dress (Jimmy Darling x fem!reader)

When a handless Jimmy Darling is brought into the hospital you take it upon yourself as a nurse to help care for him.

Warnings: probably a whole lot of medical inaccuracies (whoops), a tiny bit of blood?

Notes: I was originally planning to post a Kyle fic but I recently rewatched Freak Show and got inspired. Also, it’s been a while since I wrote Jimmy!

The ‘Tupperware Party Massacre’ (as it had been dubbed) was a pretty popular conversation topic amongst the nurses. Many had friends attending that party so there were some pretty strong and emotional feelings about it, and especially about the suspected culprit Jimmy Darling. Lobster Boy from the local freak show. Also frequent source of pleasure for many women in Jupiter, many including the nurses you worked with.

“I can’t believe it,” one woman cried. “That could have been me!”

“I feel sick,” another said. “Knowing that I let that monster touch me in such a way.”

“I’m not that surprised,” a third added. “I mean, he belongs to that freak show. They should all be locked up if you asked me.”

You never got involved in their gossip, rather preferring to stick to yourself and just do your job. You did talk to the other nurses, but once the conversations turned nasty you would often excuse yourself and find something else to occupy your free time. You were hearing all the nasty things the girls were saying and said nothing, even though a part of you wanted to intervene. You’d been to the freak show and seen them all perform and found it unnecessarily cruel the way the townspeople spoke about and to the freaks. None of them were scary or ugly or monsters. They were just people, and you didn’t understand why others couldn’t accept that.

When Jimmy Darling was transported to the hospital you worked at for treatment the gossiping only got worse and was fueled with more hatred and anger. The other nurses didn’t understand why they were even offering help to him. ‘He deserves to rot’, many of them said. ‘Why should we be obliged to help him when he murdered our friends?’

“Maybe I could slip something into his food,” one of the girls said. “No one would have to know.” The others giggled.

“Or maybe smother him with a pillow,” another suggested. “It’s not like he could fight back. It would be so easy.”

You felt sick at what you were hearing. As a nurse you swore an oath to help save and care for people. These girls were talking about killing Jimmy. Even if they were joking you found it awful. How could these girls call themselves nurses if they were so willing to let a patient die? And by their own hand?

You’d had enough of listening to their nonsense and decided to carry on with your duties early, unable to stomach another word of what they were saying. You were just heading down the hallway of one of the lower floors when you heard a whimpering. You froze in your tracks, the sad sound distracting you.

“Help,” you heard someone moan. It was quiet, barely audible, but you still noticed it. There was another whimper. “Help.”

Deciding that your cleaning duties were no longer important you investigated the noise, the instinct to help and care kicking in. You retraced your steps until you came to a slightly ajar door. You heard the same whimpering sound, the same cry for help.

You gently knocked on the door before pushing it open, only to reveal Jimmy Darling laid in the bed, chained up. He looked awful. His face was red and clammy, damp hair sticking to his forehead from sweat. His eyes were bloodshot, definitely from crying due to the dampness of his cheeks, and you noticed how he winced with every slightest movement.

Then there were his hands, or lack of. You held in a gasp at the sight of the two bloody stubs where his infamous lobster claws should have been. Blood had seeped through the bandages and they clearly should have been changed hours ago, but you were not surprised that his care had been neglected. No nurse was going to offer Jimmy any care after the Tupperware Party Massacre.

Jimmy tried to lift his head to see who was at the door, but it fell back against the pillow quickly, the pain being too much. You felt a pang of sadness for the guy. He didn’t look good.

“Hi,” you said softly. “Is there anything I can get you?”

“Can you get me something for-” Jimmy hissed in pain as his left stump accidentally brushed against his leg. “Something for the pain?” The way he spoke was quiet and slow and almost slurred. He sounded exhausted. Your sympathy for him grew.

“Of course,” you nodded, sending him a gentle smile. “I’ll be right back.”

You left Jimmy’s room and headed off to find something to ease Jimmy’s pain. You had to be careful, not wanting to be caught taking supplies without the consent of a doctor. Since Jimmy was so obviously in agony it was clear that no one had been instructed to give him pain relief (probably due to his supposed murderer status), so it was up to you alone to help him. You grabbed a few supplies, not enough to be suspicious, and made your way back to Jimmy, making sure no one saw you. You would undoubtedly be in trouble if someone with authority found out you were skipping your daily duties to help a criminal.

“This should help,” you showed Jimmy the needle and vial of clear liquid as you came back through the door. You headed over to his bed and gestured to it with a nod. “May I?”

Jimmy nodded and you took a seat next to him on his bed. You did your thing and carefully filled the needle with the clear liquid. You wiped down the skin of his inner elbow before lightly pressing the needle into his skin and pushing down, injecting him with the pain relief. “There,” you smiled as you pulled the needle out. “That should do the trick, at least for a little while.”

Jimmy tried his best to smile at you, but it came out as more of a grimace.

A damp cloth was amongst the other supplies you brought back and you gently pressed it to his forehead in an attempt to cool him down, concerned about how red and sweaty he was. You were a nurse and you were doing your job, caring for the sick.

Jimmy watched you, eyes filled with a slight glimpse of confusion. You were the first nurse who was nice to him. The other two he had seen whilst strapped to the bed had offered no help at all, just glaring at him whilst they did the bare minimum. You, however, were tending to all of his needs. The damp cloth against his forehead felt soothing and he loved the caring feeling.

“T-thank you,” Jimmy stuttered, already starting to feel the effects of the pain relief.

“It’s not a problem,” you said politely. “It’s my job to care for people. You included.”

Jimmy nodded. It was weird, you looked almost… familiar to him. Like he knew you from somewhere, like your paths had crossed before. He couldn’t place his finger on it, but Jimmy was definitely convinced that the two of you had met before.

You began to move onto your next mission. “I’m just going to change your bandages,” you told Jimmy. He hummed in response. He looked ever so slightly more content than he had a few minutes ago, so you assumed that you could go ahead without causing him too much more pain. “I’m sorry if this hurts a little,” you apologised before grabbing hold of his right stump as lightly as you could and beginning to unravel the blood soaked bandages.

He hissed at the pain once again, but he didn’t flinch away or shake or even cry like he had done previously. You took this as a sign that the pain relief was doing its job. You apologised to him again before taking off the last bit, revealing the real damage. You winced yourself at the sight of his arm. Thick black stitches were surrounded by irritated red skin and you couldn’t even begin to imagine how that must feel.

“That bad?” Jimmy mumbled.

You didn’t say anything and instead just shot him a sympathetic look. You pulled out a small bottle of rubbing alcohol out of the pocket of your uniform and poured a little onto a piece of gauze. “This is going to sting,” you warned before gently dabbing it over his butchered stump. This time Jimmy let out a cry and your heart broke for him. Even with the pain relief you could see that he was still hurting and you wished there was more you could do.

After cleaning the stitches and inflamed skin you began to wrap up his stump again, as carefully as you could. Jimmy appreciated your soft touch. The last person who sorted out his bandages obviously did not care for his well being and was rough, ignoring his cries of pain. You were taking care of him better than anyone else ever did.

You got up and walked round to the other side of the bed before sitting down and beginning to repeat the process with his left stump.

“You look familiar,” Jimmy muttered, curious as to where he knew you from, and you froze, stopping unravelling his bandages.

Yes, you would have looked familiar to Jimmy. You had been one of his ‘clients’, or whatever the ladies were referred to as. It had been your friend’s birthday and as a treat a couple of people had pulled some strings and invited Jimmy Darling to the party, obviously to offer special favours. You didn’t know who Jimmy was at that point, or what he did, but the other girls who had previously encountered him quickly informed you. You blushed as they told you. Towards the end of the party you were the only person who hadn’t paid Jimmy a visit, and at your friends’ insistence you finally decided to go and see him and what the fuss was all about.

You still remember it clearly as if it were recent and not a year ago. You remember how nervous you were once you were stood outside the door. The butterflies you felt both from nerves and anticipation as you knocked. The warmth that flooded your cheeks when you entered and saw Jimmy laid out on the bed, a sultry smirk on his face. How heavy your breathing was when you laid down and saw him at the end of the bed and the intense feeling that followed once he got to work. It was the first time you’d done anything like that, paid for pleasure, and the only time. And, although you’d never admit it, as you left that bedroom hot, flustered and satisfied you were glad you attended that birthday party.

“Uh, yes,” you blushed, unable to look Jimmy in the eye. Instead you kept your gaze firmly on his arm that you got back to work on. “Our paths have crossed.”

Jimmy saw how red your cheeks were and from your stuttering and refusal to look at him he had an idea of where he knew you from. “It’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” he said, attempting to tease you, even in his distressed state. “I hope I did a good job.”

Jimmy’s words did not help your blush. Your gaze still remained as you repeated the process with the rubbing alcohol, cringing again at the same cry of pain. You went back to wrapping it back up. “Yeah, it was good,” you nodded, voice slightly a higher pitch from embarrassment, and finally looked up at him.

Even though he was in obvious pain and discomfort, Jimmy still managed to have the tiniest grin on his face. You couldn’t help but smile back.

Now you’d finished with Jimmy’s bandages you really needed to get back to your actual duties. “I’m really sorry,” you apologised. “I’ve got to get back to work.” You felt bad for leaving him, but you had stuff you needed to do before your shift was over.

“It’s okay,” Jimmy murmured. His teasing grin turned into a small yet genuine smile. “Thank you.”

“It’s my pleasure,” you gathered up the used bandages and other supplies you picked up that could go back in the cupboard. “I’ll try and come back tomorrow if you need any more help.”

Jimmy nodded, immensely grateful for your care and support.

- - -

You were supposed to be on your break, but instead used it as your time to go and visit Jimmy and see if he needed any help today. Ever since you cared for him yesterday he’d been on your mind, both the sight of him so vulnerable in that hospital bed and the birthday party. You’d been waiting for the perfect moment to go and see him, but unfortunately it was a very busy day and the only free time you managed to find was your break. Oh well, you’d happily sacrifice your break to take care of him.

The door to his room was closed when you arrived, so you gently knocked twice before opening it. You were met with the same sight as yesterday, Jimmy chained up in his bed looking tired and uncomfortable. “Hi,” you greeted.

Jimmy perked up and smiled. “Hey.”

You closed the door behind you. “Is there anything I can help you with today?”

Jimmy’s smile faltered and a look of embarrassment replaced it. He turned his head to look at a full tray of food on the nightstand next to him before looking back at you with pleading eyes.

Understanding what he meant, you smiled and nodded before pulling up a chair to the side of his bed and sitting down. You picked up the fork from the tray and scooped up a bit of what you assumed was mashed potato before moving it closer to Jimmy’s mouth and allowing him to take the mouthful.

You wouldn’t dare say it, but it was like feeding a child and you felt a familiar pang of sympathy for the former Lobster Boy. Was this really his life now? Having to be hand fed food by other people? That’s if he lives through this, you thought. He was in a pretty dangerous position right now with the cops and the Tupperware Party Massacre. There were high chances Jimmy wasn’t getting out alive.

Did you believe that Jimmy killed those women? No, you didn’t. You’d thought about this last night and came to the conclusion that you believed he was innocent. Perhaps it was naivety, but you could just not comprehend the idea that this vulnerable, distressed man you were literally having to feed yourself was capable of the horrors that happened at that party. You couldn’t put those two together.

You continued to feed Jimmy until he decided he was full and then afterwards you helped him have a drink of the glass of water left with his dinner. He smiled at you gratefully once you were done, but it wasn’t a real smile. You could see the shame and embarrassment in his eyes over how he needed you to feed him. He hated being so useless.

You were checking your watch to see how much longer you had of your break when Jimmy spoke up. “A red dress,” he said.

You looked up at him with a sense of confusion. “Sorry?”

“I remember you,” Jimmy said. “You were wearing a red dress.”

“Oh,” you looked down. No surprise you were blushing. You couldn’t believe that he remembered something so trivial like your dress colour.

“It was a birthday party,” he continued. “You were the last one to see me before I went home.”

“How do you even remember this?” You asked, looking back up. Surely he’d seen a lot of women, how did he remember the specifics for you when it was a year ago.

“You were nice to me,” Jimmy said matter-of-factly. “You asked me my name. How I was doing. If I was comfortable even though you were the one on the receiving end.” He chuckled lightly and your face turned a deeper shade of red (if that were possible).

“I was really nervous,” you admitted. “I’d never been in a situation like that before. You made me feel safe.”

Jimmy smiled at that. “I thought about you a lot, those following few weeks,” He said. “Was kinda hoping you’d come back to me.”

You didn’t realise you’d had such an effect. You were just being polite. “Sorry about that,” you apologised. “It was great, but those sort of parties just aren’t really my scene.”

Jimmy shook his head. “Don’t worry about it,” he shrugged it off. “Besides, be happy you didn’t go to those tupperware parties. Otherwise you might have been one of those ladies lying in the morgue.” A sombre look overcame his face.

If Jimmy’s stubs weren’t causing him so much pain you would have reached out to hold one comfortingly. “I don’t think you did it,” you said honestly.

Jimmy’s eyes softened. “You’re the only one,” his voice sounded so lost and vulnerable. “I’m probably gonna be dead in a week.”

“Don’t think like that,” you said. “Things could work out. They could find the guy who really did this, or you could get a good lawyer-”

“I sold my hands for a good lawyer,” Jimmy grumbled, waving his handless arms at you. “And look where that got me. That asshole from Hollywood took my hands and ran off. I’ve got nothing. I’m done.”

It hurt to see Jimmy look so deflated. “Don’t lose hope, Jimmy,” you tried to sound reassuring. “There’s still time, something could happen.”

“Don’t get too excited, sweetheart,” Jimmy sighed. You surprisingly didn’t react to his casual use of ‘sweetheart’, too sad at Jimmy’s expense. “These pigs have been waiting for an excuse to fry me. Ain’t no place in Jupiter for freaks,” he recited what the cop he killed had said.

“Don’t say that-” You were cut off by a knock at the door.

You shot around, ready to see another nurse or a doctor standing in the doorway, catching you caring for Jimmy, but instead a large, bald man was there. You looked back at Jimmy, wondering if he knew who the stranger was.

“It’s my dad,” he mumbled. You nodded and turned round to smile at the man who was Jimmy’s father before standing up and offering him your seat.

“I should probably get back to work anyway,” you said, and Jimmy nodded. His father said nothing.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Jimmy,” you smiled at him before leaving and giving him the privacy to talk to his dad.

A tear ran down your cheek as you walked away from his room. You weren’t particularly religious, but you prayed that Jimmy would get out of this alive. He didn’t deserve to die.

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