[ needy ] sender pulls receiver into their lap, desperate and breathless, kissing them like it’s not enough // @pittmade
she'd uttered his name, light brushing over his form in feathery strokes. her limbs followed, wrapped in 8a8179HIS SCENT, his shirt, any part of him she could press to her skin. all-encompassing as the arm that reaches out to ensnare the willing. gloria lands in his lap with a soft exhale, the worry of her brow and part of her lips silenced by the heat of his embrace. her palms found his shoulders, pressing gently on the knots of tension he carried like every burden of duty without complaint. his mouth on hers is not careful. it’s not patient. it’s frantic. a hunger she is fluent in. one with no earthly comparison or poetic scripture because it was only meant to exist between them. the prettiest stranger she'd thought of in passing over years of carnage and heartache made her own. all the suffering and war beneath her palm, and he was life breathed anew.
her hands are buried in his hair, dragging him closer like she can crawl inside him if she clings hard enough. always close, closer still and begging for more because it's still never enough. gloria can feel the bloom of sweet bruises beneath the imprint of his fingertips. handfuls and mania, trying to decipher where to touch and craving all at once. she understands the same instinct that hums almost violently beneath her flesh. her ribcage, cracked open to a heart and soul that finds purpose with the one who makes it all whole.
there is nothing subtle in how they dance. all fire, all intensity carried through the working of lips and tongue— AND TEETH. a dizziness that crowds every thought, she has no use for anything outside of him. every molecule, every drop of blood in her veins, screamed — ❛ jack. ❜ caught between a shattered breath and the frenzied serpentine roll of her hips. forehead pressed to his, her lips catching his in short bursts of unyielding devotion. entwined soul reaching out by the way she searches his gaze for any turmoil she was prepared to chase from his psyche. ❛ give it all to me, i'm here. let me take it. ❜
honey gaze scours the delicate clutter of tools. all foreign to her knowledge and oddly comforting, as if by some extension of who he was could quell pockets of unrest. the tightness in her chest loosened, just a little. she keeps so many horrors there, unearthed like a vandalized mausoleum. gloria follows the sound of his voice, leans back into the warmth of his presence behind her. her fingers hover over the spools before settling on one — a dusky blue, like the swirling sky of a storm.
❛ this one. ❜ she murmurs, voice low enough to keep it steady. gloria focused on the feel of it, every sensation of lips adorning skin and distracting racing thoughts. ❛ don't go too easy on me. ❜
@medicbled
"here, let me show you something." voice and touch are gentle yet firm as he ushers them to his work desk and tugs gloria down, wooden office chair squeaking in protest under their combined weight. before them stands a rotary vise fixed around a fishing hook and a collection of colorful threads, feathers, flash, and beads kept in organized chaos. there's a storm brewing in that head of hers and this method, distraction and redirection, has always been effective in quieting his own busy mind.
"we'll do an easy one," josef begins, reassurance offered in the form of a squeeze and pecks against the slope of her shoulder between sentences. "pick a thread."
OH SHE ANGSTY TONIGHT. somebody fix it. help. HELLLLP.
❝ i'll always protect you. ❞
❝ i never meant to get this close, but now that i have i can't let you go. ❞
❝ i live for the moments when you look at me. the rest of the time i'm just existing. ❞
❝ i don't like how you make me feel. but i like not being around you even less. ❞
❝ i wish you wouldn't look at me like that. when you look at me like that i...it makes me wanna do things i shouldn't ❞
❝ there's no line i wouldn't cross for you. don't you realize that? ❞
❝ i did this for you. no one else. ❞
❝ i don't like it, but i'll do it for you. ❞
❝ i wonder how much of myself i'll have to give to you—how much i have to lay bare—before you realize how much you're taking. ❞
❝ i'm not trying to fix you. i'm just trying to be your friend. ❞
❝ i'm not um, real good at thank yous. or sorry's. but if you ever need me, i'm there. i owe you one. ❞
❝ i've seen you at your worst and i'm still standing here. ❞
❝ you've seen me at my worst but you're still here... ❞
❝ you can be mad at me, i can take it. i'd rather you be angry than shut me out. ❞
❝ i'm not angry, i'm just scared. ❞
❝ i know you love me, but do you like me? ❞
❝ do you think i'm a good person? ❞
❝ do you think i care for you so little that betraying me would make a difference? of course i'm helping you. ❞
❝ tell me what i can do to show you how i love you. i will give you anything you ask for. ❞
❝ you don't have to keep apologizing. just be here. day in and day out and prove that you're gonna keep showing up. that's all you have to do. ❞
❝ i only sleep well when you're next to me. ❞
❝ i don't want an apology i just want to understand. ❞
❝ i could actually use a hug right now. ❞
❝ i want everyone else to go away, but you can stay. ❞
❝ i actually do care what you think about. you're probably one of the only people whose opinion matters to me. ❞
❝ you always seem to know what i need. ❞
❝ you always seem to know just what i need to hear. ❞
❝ i want you to call me when you need someone. i want to be here for you. ❞
❝ you're the one i wanna call when i need someone. ❞
❝ seems like i always want you around when everything feels all fucked up. guess that means something. ❞
EDITS// dr. gloria de lima ( mutuals my reblog )
28. five most recent sent text messages @pittmade
Honestly, I can't even do five cause this is it.
I'm sorry you got pulled back into this.
DAREDEVIL — 1.11 "The Path of the Righteous"
"If I'm giving up everything...I want to win. We have to."
his voice scrapes at something in her chest — a familiar ache she pretends she doesn't recognize. ❛ mad? ❜ she repeats, a dry laugh hitching in her throat, it's more breath than sound.
she turns finally, slowly, deliberately. her eyes roam, as though searching for hidden pains. the split lip, the bruises blooming under his jaw, the stubborn tilt of his mouth that makes her want to shake him and kiss him in the same goddamn breath. ❛ i'm not mad but fuck — bradley... ❜ voice low and splintered at the edges.
she steps more into his space. clinical precision fades in the gentle brush of knuckles to the side of his face that made it out unscathed. ❛ you can't make me keep watching you destroy yourself. ❜
Bradley would like to be kind to himself and say this is a novel situation, blood dripping after a drink in some dusty bar. It doesn't matter how justified, the sting after, the come down, still fucking sucks.
"It's okay," he shrugs, wincing, breath whistling past swollen lips. "Not my finest hour." Still, Bradley would do this again. He knows he would.
"You mad," he dares to ask, hating that Gloria's still got her back turned. Her voice says enough, but it's her eyes that Bradley wants to see.