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ebonyslasher · 6 months

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Scary, Spicy, and Sweet?

Synopsis: You work as a new Nurse in Smith's Grove after finding a passion working with mentally ill patients. Impressed with your skills, Dr. Loomis assigns you to the infamous Michael Myers. His terrorizing activities take an odd, sexy turn that surprises you.

This will be split into two parts. The second part will have 18+ scenes.

This is a request from soooo long ago for @hdhhffgjdhdhdbdbd. I do hope that you enjoy

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Smith’s Grove Sanitarium.

The big hulking prison-like facility was a new work home for you. A new 40 plus hour workweek included treating and restraining the mentally insane.

It sounded intimidating, but after dealing with the general public for 4 years, this feels like it would be easy. You graduated with your nursing degree with the intention of becoming a registered nurse (RN) and working your way up into a management position. After rotating through several departments within the 4 years of being an RN, you found a distinct passion working in the mental health floor. This prompted you to get your Psychiatric Mental Health Nurse Practitioner (PMH-NP) license to work in a mental health facility. This is where you ended up, with a shiny new position at Smith’s Grove.

You were already assigned to a young man named James Gary (15), who often suffered hallucinations and delusions from his extreme schizophrenia. The young boy would often have outbursts and try to combat what he saw and heard. His family was overwhelmed with trying to care for him and decided to dump him into this facility, after a particularly traumatic event involving his little sister. It was sad, but not uncommon for families to do so.

James was known to be hostile after a few days with a nurse. However, he seemed to be quite pleasant and sweet after you started working with him. Throughout the rest of the 6 months of working with him, he’s had significantly less outburst. A few of the doctors that heard of this figured you were very skilled and were impressed with how you handled him. You,however, thought it was mostly due to James having a crush on you. He would often try to flirt with you, even though you’ve obviously dodged his advances.

A particular psychiatrist, Dr. Loomis, took interest in your ability. One day he approached you on transitioning to supervising another patient full time.

“Is there no way I could still work with James? He would be heartbroken if I just left him.”

“Young James will be alright. This other patient is a special case that needs expert hands and a strong personality to deal with him.”

“And who is this other patient, Doctor?”

“Michael Myers.”

You were apprehensive to take the transfer. Dr. Loomis did offer a sizable bump in your pay if you switched. However, you recognized that name. Two months ago, a nurse by the name of Susan Dreheary took over his care. Poor thing would often come crying to the breakroom, scared out of her mind. She would complain about how evil and scary Michael was. That he was a terror trying to administer medicine to. One day, she came in with a broken arm and a traumatized look on her face. That was the last you ever saw of her.

For some reason, the money spoke to you more in your final decision. Nurse Susan was a bit soft and it was her first job out of the program, whereas you had ample experience dealing with combative patients. You figured you would be fine.

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Everything about Smith’s Grove was boring. It used to be entertaining to watch the other crazies around the facility, but now Michael couldn’t do that any longer. His latest few stunts landed him being consistently drugged and/or restrained by chains in his room. These attempts didn’t stop him from terrorizing anyone close by. Meaning all the nurses who’ve tried to take care of him. They have been through 3 nurses in the last 3 months, who have quit or seriously gotten hurt.

Michael did not care. He needed some form of entertainment. Scaring people is one of his favorite activities. Unfortunately, the one thing Michael gets bored with is the nurse’s reactions. They all want to act brave and save face when interacting with them. Standing tall with smiles plastered on their faces acting unaffected. They never want to admit that they were terrified of him.

Each time he were to be treated, they would keep a blank look or smile. Michael would stare, suddenly grab their hand, or loom over them. It would obviously affect them. Their eyes would be wide and a slight tremble would start in their movements. But, most would shakily laugh it off.

His continued actions would escalate in intensity. Sometimes, he would have bizarre reactions just to see Dr. Loomis gaslighting the nurses with his explanation.

‘Surely Michael Myers, the stone-faced presence of evil, did not smile at you Nurse Eve.’

‘He is incapable of showing emotions, Nurse Lin.’

‘Perhaps you are not a fit for this patient as I thought, Nurse Dom.’

Dr. Loomis did not believe Michael to be a visibly emotional being. The doctor has tried for years to get a reaction out of Michael. And none have worked. Why would he start showing emotions to only the nurses? Physical or intimidating attacks and attempts were an expected reaction. But to say he made facial expressions was unfathomable. The doctor could not conceptualize this in his mind.

Michael would get another nurse, he would terrorize them, and they’d be out within about a month. The continuation of a banal cycle of his life.

Until.

You walk in, small and apprehensive. Michael looks over and you are actually terrified. You hands were shaking. Your eyes would avert when you made eye contact with him. The whole time you say nothing, just nodding along with the directions Dr Loomis was instructing you on.

For the first time in years, Michael felt giddy. He had to try not to smirk. Finally someone he can play with.

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It's been two weeks, and you still haven't gotten used to Michaels’ presence. That man was a horror. His aura wrapped around you, choking you with how intense and powerful he was. Your nerves were consistently wound up when you walked to his room. Recently, you had to take a muscle relaxer to get rid of the tension pain in your neck. To try to get through his care, you usually let your soul escape your body. This allows you to blank out and get his medicine administered.

Has he tried to scare you a few times? Yes. Either by intense staring or jerking towards you. You always scream and jump back, which makes him smirk. Satisfaction glows within his eyes.

As the next three weeks progressed, his stares felt different. Still intimidating, that has not changed. But, it may be held more interest. Curiosity. You could be entirely wrong. There have been instances where you felt his eyes linger on certain body parts. Like your breast. Your thighs. And your ass. You figured that he was probably trying to mess with you even more.

On your first day off, you received a call from Dr. Loomis. He requested that you come in to give Michael a quick sedative and watch him throughout the night, as he was being extremely difficult to the staff on call. When caring for Micahel,your shift was always 8 AM to 6 PM. It was currently 4 PM, and he wanted you to work from 7PM to 5 AM.

Fuck! You were already 4 episodes in the first season of JJK and thoroughly enjoying your home cooked meal. You were about to say no before Dr. Loomis gave you a great offer.

“You’ll get extra pay just for this shift.”

“How much?”

“How’s $80 an hour sound?”

That’s all you needed to hear. You decide to go in.

#michael myers #slasher x reader #black reader #request #bfc

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menacetoanthony · 5 months

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Simone Ashley via her instagram

#simone ashley #valentino #fashion #british fashion council #british fashion awards #bfc #simonegifs

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smile-files · 1 year

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@skythealmighty

my art for the osc gift exchange!! i hope you like it :)

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toast-boat · 2 years

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Lipsmack

BATTLE FOR CIRCLE

Since Battle For Circle is a parody of object shows, I decided to make their designs to be casual looking. Hell, they don’t even have shoes! I feel like Host Circle and Circle with a Mole are relatively the only characters in their show to have some sort of awareness.

#battle for circle #bfc #circle with a mole #host circle #cwam #hfjone #onehfj #my art

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jellyaibo · 1 year

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not sure if i posted this on here but hi

#bfb #bfc #hfjone #ii #gijinka #humanization #mephone4 ii #4 bfb #airy hfjone #host circle #host circle bfc #nate.art #i REALLY wanted to have more funny hosts here but i realized i dont have many host gijinkas...#ill have to make an updated version in the future perhaps

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winterfromwof-art-tumbler · 2 months

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happy valentines day from circle and circle

CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM PLES CRSTRUCTIVE CRITISM PLEASEEEEEEWWQ QJWKWMQM (“erm they dont have personalitys why are you shipping them” I KNOW)

#my art #my art <3 #my artwork #art #osc #object show #battle for circle #bfc circle #bfc #hfj #hfj bfc #cheesy hfj #cheesyhfj #object show community #object show fanart #object show character #fan art #fanart #artists on tumblr

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keranos-god-of-storm-crows · 8 months

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elfqueen006 · 6 months

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What You Can't Have (1/?)

Sunny Day Jack x "Puddin" x Shaun

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A self insert I been dwelling on and only thought now was the best time to write during my cold.

This is just something I'm doing for fun.

“Good morning!”

I freeze when he greets me. He smiles at me and everything goes haywire. My insides turn to jelly. My skin burns. And it becomes hard to breathe. Still I give him a curt nod and smile before continuing to the living room.

“Aren’t you gonna have breakfast?”

Right. I’ve been trying to ignore the savory scent of melted butter and salted pork coming from the kitchen. But now that he’s openly acknowledged it I can’t just turn it away. It’d be rude considering he went through the trouble to cook anyway. I give a brief mhm and hurry to the dishware but he insists on fixing me a plate. He’s really hard to avoid when he’s so nice.

I’m practically drooling as I take my first bite of the golden pancakes, the ends perfectly crusted and crunching softly in my mouth. Sunny Day Jack sits across from me. Head rested in his hands as he smiled warm and adoring. I can’t help the upward twitch of my lips when I glance up. He’s just so infectious. Still, I try to hurry and eat. If Shaun saw me I’d never hear the end of it…

Creek. Speak of the devil.

Shaun sees me first and yawns, “Morning.” Then he sees the plate. And then Jack. He casts a long stare at the latter.

“Who… made breakfast?” Shaun asked.

“I did!” Jack chirped, his sweet smile now tighter than before, “Would you like some?”

“I think I’ll pass.” Shaun replied bluntly. I glance between my two roommates, watching for any sudden movements or change in expression.

“I-It’s really good.” I mutter, trying to alleviate the mood.

Shaun walks past me and pinches my stomach fat, “I can see that, puddin’.”

I frown and swat his hands away. He never let me live down that stupid nickname since he’d read it in a convo with my mom via text. Since then he used it more in his vocabulary than the ABCs.

Jack watches him silently as he heads into the kitchen and fixes himself some coffee. He glances over to me and sips his beverage for a painstakingly long time.

Jack spoke up, “You might as well get yourself a plate, caffeine if practically all you have in the mornings.”

Shaun shook his head. “Got a meeting today. Olivia wants me there as soon as I can be.”

Jack’s brow twitches at the mention of her name, “Olivia?”

Shaun says nothing, heading back to his room presumably to get dressed. I swallow my last chunk of food, fork tapping against an empty plate. “He must really be in a hurry.” I said.

“Olivia works him too much…” Jack replied, taking his own sip of coffee in a mug. For those wondering, Olivia was Shaun’s agent. She booked him meetings, forwarded his pitches and scripts to very important people in the movie business and sat in on all his calls and overlooked his contracts. I didn’t know much about her but presumably they were very close before then. They shared the same fashion sense and interests so it’d make sense…

From the looks of it she cared a lot about Shaun, so she pushed him harder. Jack didn’t seem to like that.

“I-I should get going too.” I said, standing up. I nearly fell off my chair trying to get away from the table. Once I’m dressed for work I make a beeline toward the door, where funny enough Shaun was waiting. He was dressed in a turtleneck sweater and dark trousers with dress shoes. His locks were wrapped up in a high ball. His eyeliner and eyeshadow were more prominent, though skillfully applied.

Jack followed behind me and smiled at the two of us. “You both look great!” He said, “I could accompany one of you to work if you’d like!”

“We’re fine,” Shaun said, still giving him a stony look. He turns to leave and immediately I follow his lead like I’m some kind of lackey. It’s slightly pathetic of me, but Shaun wasn’t a guy to keep waiting when on the clock. I cast a glance at Jack’s somber face as we left. I didn’t even get to thank him for the breakfast.

I wish it didn’t have to be like this.

It was three months ago. Summer had reached its end.

I visited a local thrift shop around the corner from my apartment. I wasn't there to buy clothes or anything… I had that much dignity! But they often held the coolest antiques and trinkets you couldn't find anywhere else. When I got to the checkout stand the cashier that rang me ended up tossing something into my bag. She hadn't even charged me for it.

I guess I should've caught that something was off then, but I paid no mind and went on my way.

When I got home I finally got a good look at the tape. It black and had the words '84 Incident written on it in dark red scrawl.

There was definitely something shady about this tape. I should've gotten rid of it then, but the first thing that came to mind was how much I thought Shaun would've liked something like this. It could easily be used as a prop in one of his horror projects. And I was already holding on to something of his before he moved in. I decided to hold off on it…

October soon came, along with my new roommate. We exchanged our pleasantries and got him settled in until finally I showed him the tape. It hadn't warranted the exact reaction I was hoping for. He said the aura around the tape wasn't right… I knew the situation was dire now. Shaun was a witch. Or … I think the proper term is Wiccan? Whatever the case, he knew a lot more about this spiritual stuff than I did. And he decided to sit in with me while we watched the tape.

Apparently after a minute or so, we both blacked out. And then Jack was there. I remember that day vividly, because as soon as my friend laid eyes on Jack he screamed like a madman and left the apartment.

I didn't see him for a few days after that. I got more acquainted with Jack within that time. But that proved to be a mistake by the time Shaun returned.

"Is it still here?" He'd said. Shaun's eyes were bloodshot and baggy, likely from a lack of sleep. I confirmed that yes, Jack was still there, and Shaun steeled himself for any further interactions that occurred between him and what he deemed "The Spectre".

#somethings wrong with sunny day jack #sunny day jack #sunny day jack fanfiction #sdj x you #sunny day jack x mc #sdj jack #sdj shaun #self insert #self insert x canon #suspense #fluff #BFC #my fics

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gr00vyminibus · 7 months

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Two parts to a heart.

Maria Rambeau x black fem.

Maria finally reconciles with you again but this time she may have to choose between the two people she loves the most.

Will include: lot of bad mouthing on Carol's behalf, consumption of alcohol, suggestive scenes, smut, suggestive oral sex, tribbing, degrading on someone's behalf. Self-projecting (oops! 😋 hey I love Carol but we got beef.)

Taglist: @zeezeecave @mybonafidefeelings @masterajoy314 @xenaizogie @blacksapphhicmaddonna

Divider by, @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

Maria felt she deserved this even if it made her feel guilty, she grew attached to Carol and loved her even but that devotion was torn in half by you.

Speaking of, you were beyond happy that she accepted this date at the underground and bought some food and drinks while you sat and listened to the live music. Maria was enjoying herself but even when she smiled and spoke with confidence you knew something was wrong.

"You thinkin' about her?" You spoke over the music as you leaned over. Maria sipped her alchoholic lemonade a bit faster before setting down the cup and allowing the acidic and sweet taste to settle on her toungue. Readying herself to lie.

"What? no. I'm not." She glanced at you and brought her eyes to the artist again. You noticed the subtle swallow in her throat and smirked, "You just lied." She rolled her eyes to the sound of you chuckling and tried to tune it out but you weren't having it.

"Acting like we ain't been in the force together. Bet carol couldn't read you like I do."

"Don't– talk about about her right now." You raise your brows and ask sarcastically, "Did I cross a line?" Maria tsked and crossed her legs over, her head shaking in disbelief before she decided to lean in your ear so you could hear her response.

"You know you being real petty right now." You shrugged, "So? Its just crazy that blondie ain't here, but she stays on your mind." You tilted your head at Maria as she rolled her eyes and gave you the hand to your chest.

"Whatever, I don't wanna hear anything about carol, I came here with you, not her." The music came to an end and their was just the sound of distant and close claps while you two stared at eachother.

"Fine. You right.. I'm trippin. You hoping to leave here with me too though?" Maria saw a flash of the old you and felt the other half of her heat fill in replacement of what carol couldn't be there to provide.

You braids fell further over your shoulder as you smiled and combed them forward. Maria poked her toungue in her cheek and looked elsewhere.

"Mhm, sure.."

"What was that?" She looked back at you and couldn't contain her hazy smile as she nodded, "Yes, I want to leave here with you." You glanced at her plum glossed lips and instantly wet your own. Maria watched the wet muscle slide back in your mouth as her smile grew wider from the side.

Then the host interrupted with another introduction of a musician.

"If you havin' a good time lemme hear you say yea?" The crowd agreed and he smiled all wide and boxy, "Our new performer is a poet and he real deep, came from the bars so he know a thing or two, give it up for Red Storm!" you both enjoyed the last of the music you were going hear from a microphone before hearing it another way.

Eventually when it was time to go, you stood up in your skin tight dress, hand in hand with Maria who held her pocketbook to her stomach as you led her out of the crowd. Maria's pent up desire only greatened when she rode quietly in the passenger seat of your SUV. She tried to focus on the highway or passing cars rather than your hand sliding down her thigh to cup her knee.

She remembers what you both used to do in flight school and outside of it. You were able to see Monica and be with her for a couple of months, that is until Maria broke it off. Carol was haunting her and took up the space in her mind that you used to occupy.

She realized she was using you and parted ways in the kindest way possible to gain time to heal and by God's gift... Carol came back. She came back in the most unusual situation and she didn't quite remember who Maria was but the woman was absolutely willing to help ring her bells.

And her nearly empty heart was refilling like a flipped hourglass, she knew that Carol still loved her and Carol knew that too but she had to leave yet again. Maria this time, was all the more understanding. Saving the rest of the galaxy was surely more important than staying with her and Monica.

Carol was accomplishing something bigger than the three of them but it hurt to know that she had a choice and didn't hesitate. Months of her absence began multiplying and Monica was too hopeful for her own good. It truly pained her as a mother to decompose her hopes into reality when her child was led on with the last few words Carol said to her.

Like she'd actually come back. Bullshit.

Maria was back at square one, her hearts compassion emptying out for everyone other than her child until she saw you again. Appearing polished because you held it together like you never had a day where you just wanted to beg on her doorstep, get revenge, or simply.. talk.

Obviously the last option prevailed and they were a lot of days where you both would just sit and talk until something sparked up again like a shabby yet treasured car.

Maria was persuaded into giving you both a chance again and thats all you wanted, another chance. You pulled into her driveway and unlocked the car doors so you both could get into the house as soon as possible. No one was there since Monica was at her grandparents and Maria stepped up the porch with you, keys in hand.

She jangled them for the right one before unlocking the door and walking inside, even after a long time you knew where everything was and followed her in the dimness of her house, the only light being the one through blinds since Maria flicked the porch lights on.

When she reached her room, your heart skipped a beat. You were met with same furniture and scent of fresh laundry, ensence and coffee along with Maria's sharp perfume.

"This what you wanted?" She asked as she found her way on the king-sized bed and flicked on a lamp, you stood a distance from Maria as you watched her drag the zipper of her dress slowly and finally peel the rest of it down her body when it reached the limit.

Without taking your eyes off of her her, you slid your heels off your feet and dropped them to the floor.

"It's damn sure a part of it." She threw her dress elsewhere and thumbed the straps of her bralette. The fact that it was a magenta and see through made your mouth water and you got in the bed with her in your own navy blue lace set.

Maria grabbed your face, bringing you in to kiss her, your toungue pressed against each other before your lips did and it didn't miss not a sound of content from the both of you. She began to straddle your lap and grabbed handfuls of your braids just to bring you closer.

Was it the loud drumming of your heart in your ears or was Maria kissing you really familiarly. It reminded you of the good times you spent sharing a bed but it had another nostalgic feeling in it.

Maria felt your hands run over the fullness of her bottom and knead the flesh like dough. She loosened her fingers from your hair and slid them down your neck to take a hold of it. Making you lean back at foot of the bed, your head resting just at the edge which made the blood start to rush north.

"Why don't you take my panties off, make my job easier?" You smirked as your fingers hooked in the bands and pealed them off with a smirk.

"Yes ma'am."

"Oh, you ain't forget your manners?" Maria momentarily got off your lap and used a hand to slide her undergarments off her ankles completely afterwards she used both to slide off your panties as you slightly raised your hips and lowered them back on the bed.

"Not during times like this" Maria liked the way your voice faded out as she put your legs togther in a familiar position, her eyes found yours again as she slowly scooted closer and closer until you physically couldn't take it and pushed your hips into her for that special connection.

A moan here, and sweet sigh there.

"You still got the heart to tease me? After all these years?" A teasing smile made its way to your lips as you grinding your hips, lips parting for a weak exhale between sentences. Maria grips your thigh for more control and accuracy and manages a smile back at you.

"You still ain't got the heart to take it, baby?" Your hand came down on the flesh of her ass as Maria let out a moan, biting her lip at wonderful tingling sensation that lingered behind.

"Keep talking, I love when you get smart." The way the energy shifted so pleasantly had her heart pumping with adrenaline. Should she be careful with her words or should she risk it and see how far you'll go.

You knew the gears in her head were turning so while they did you took the advantage of flipping your bodies over holding her leg over your shoulder. Maria exposed one off her breasts from her bra and pinched the nipple. Her body slid up the sheets repeatedly as you rocked into her.

The once perfect shape of her pixie cut being ruined by the hot friction under her head but that was the least of her worries. Maria arched once because she felt something build up inside already and it excited her because its been so long. Her eyes welled up looking at you.

"You know how beautiful you look right now?" You whispered as you leaned near her ear, "So fucking beautiful." You kissed the line of her jaw and gently moaned after because you were approaching the end too, your pussy missed maria just as much, if not more than Maria's has missed you.

She preened, "Yeah?" Her hands curled around any part of you like vines as she rocked back against you with her mouth falling open and snapping back closed with pleased hisses.

" 'Course. Carol ain't never tell you that?– about how sexy you look when you cum- or when you just tipping and tipping.. and don't know what do with yourself?" Maria felt irritation prick at her skin momentarily but you just made her even more turned on with how jealous and explicit you were.

If you weren't fucking Maria so good right now she'd kick you out of her bed. "I mean," you continued, wanting to spite the absent woman even more.

"does she even know how to truly turn you on?" Maria rolled her eyes and accidentally got them stuck back in her skull when you reached one hand down to rub smooth circles onto her throbbing clit. "Mmm, sh–shut up"

"She know that you want a woman willing to lick you from your pretty lil head to your toes? Admit you've been missing me– missing this passionate sex that Carol couldn't give you." your voice wavered a bit from the fact that you were so incredibly close and if Maria said it, that would certainly loosen the knot.

Instead she chose to be stubborn and not give you the satisfaction, Maria weakly pushed at your chest and squeezed her thighs to repel you but you grabbed both of her hands with one wrist. Her frustrated and lustful gaze met yours as you pressed further with your voice lowering.

"Mari' you know I got all night and the morning after." You searched in her eyes and saw them soften, you could really get to a person if you pleased them right but Maria was thinking beyond that. She wasn't getting pleasured by any random person.

She was sharing her body to the woman with skin the same color as ground coffee, your eyes the jugs of hickory liquor Maria's favorite small country bars would serve, always on a Friday or Saturday.

On those days she felt the most relaxed, even if she was away from her child.

Maria fell inlove with you because you were the embodiment of the phrase, I got you. She can hardly remember whenever your arms weren't open and if there was a time you had a good damn reason. You and Carol were two different people that claimed her heart for different reasons.

The thing is, Maria's mind clicked with you before her heart did. Almost like calling shotgun about which organ would control her feelings. You were mostly there and supported her through the whole road and hills ahead. But Carol popped in and made her days even brighter, she resurrected her heart.

But, you.

You.

She needed you more than she wanted you. So.

"Come on, baby." You spoke gently as your climax creeped.

"Yes, yes... I fucking missed you, y/n." You leaned in enough to be in a range where could you kiss her.

"You and I both knew that anyway." you crashed your lips together and your hold loosened on her bound hands, Maria brought them both down and embraced you with her arms holding your waist and neck possessively when their was no competition.

Your hips stuttered against one anothers like the moans that slid down your throats. Finally letting your quick orgasms take control.

Once you both calmed down, half naked chests pressing against eachothers and rising in breaths, you leaned up with yours hands dragging from Maria's limp body to your upright frame. Your bra getting un-clipped and thrown somewhere as Maria copied you.

She was very light headed but she sat up to welcome you back down her body with a hand rubbing your back, her eyes deeper than any sea and ocean. You ran your fingers through Maria's pixie as she mouthed wet kisses on your skin, her lips rubbing across the rich expanse of brown and sucking in certain spaces.

"I know I–" you started but her lips found your neck in no time, nipping and licking up your collarbone.

"I know I piss you off.. with the shit I say but– in my head you just belong with me." the statement was solemn and almost desperate. Maria departed from your skin and looked up at you, your bodies shifting positions again as she got between your legs on all fours.

Her arms planted behind your hips as you settled back and accepted the affection Maria continued to shower you with.

"I'd love to make all your wishes come true, you're such a wonderful woman." you relax and close your eyes.

"But you know I ain't no genie. M'not perfect." She placed a sticky kiss to your lips as you fluttered your eyes open. Maria sat back on her calves staring at you with little lust, a little love, and some sadness.

"I know you won't take me back immediately but I just want to stick around. Can you allow that?" Maria's heart started to twist as you stroked your braids behind your ear and maintained your eye-contact hopefully. She broke it eventually and sighed as her body moved back in between your legs.

The creamy mess on your thighs attracted her and she found herself spreading them apart as you wordlessly watched.

"Maria-"

"Yes?" She rasped and you flickered your eyes up to her ass propped perfectly in the air before looking back at her.

"You're avoiding my question."

"Am I?" Her lounge lapped at your inner thigh as she watched you pick your next words. "Yes, s-shouldn't we ta..?" Maria rolled her tounge back into her mouth and savored your combined tastes.

"Can we talk about this in the morning?" You raised your brows and placed your head against the headboard. Just agreeing in silence.

The morning would be best.

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Your arm was comfortably tucked under Maria's head as she snored lightly. Eyes focused on her the moment you woke up, she was everything worth paying attention to.

You rolled onto your side and looked over her calm face and she started wake up when your lips kissed her temple. Maria squeezed her eyes a few times before she turned to the other source of warmth beside her.

A soft smile making its way onto her chapped lips as she traced her fingers down your cheek for a proper kiss. Despite your morning breaths you added toungue and cupped her face knowing Maria would soon need to breathe. She parted from you with a light chuckle.

"You just don't care, huh?"

"never did" you giggled and layed your head beside Maria's as she stroked your face and stared into your eyes, they just made her feel so comfortable and at peace like nothing could disrupt her life unless she gave it permission.

"You getting lost in em' huh?" You wriggled your brows as she narrowed her eyes and burst out giggling for a duration, ugh now here came the instinct to laugh about anything you said. To smile uncontrollably just because. "You not all that!"

You snickered and eventually you both melted back into the silence. Maria thought about your question and it pounded in her head like hammer and nail.

I just want to stick around. Can you allow that?"

"I thought about what you said.. you know. Sticking around?" You nodded against the pillow and swiped your thumb across her forearm. "I'm not saying no neither am I saying yes but... can you give me some more time?" You nodded aprrovingly and furrowed your brows.

"Of course." Maria sighed.

"Yeah, we just kinda.. had sex on the first date and while it was amazing" you smiled abashedly, "I want us to go on more and develop a stronger connection beyond our bodies. I want reconcile with the woman I met in the flightschool and I'd be more than happy to know the woman I'm laying with now."

"..what do you say?" Maria blinks at you as your hand stops stroking her arm and instead holds it. Your answer is the pull you make to her body and the kiss that erased the remaining exhaust from her mind. She's happy right now and so greatful that you, are now the one that understands.

"I love you."

Maria opens her eyes and feels it all rush in. Brown fingers didn't trace her skin, porcelain ones did and she sighed before looking into a pair of hazel orbs, Carol's hair is all over the pillows and both women look like a mess but it doesn't matter.

"You must've slept well?" Carol wasn't gone yet but Maria knew she wouldn't be here for long, hell, she had to leave for good today.

"Yeah, I had the.. weirdest dream." She muttered as Carol intertwined their fingers.

"Wanna tell me about it?" The blonde asked as she stared lovingly. Maria shook her with a small smile and changed the subject.

Here she had the woman she thought she yearned for and missed to death but she loved you too, and you were actually out there somewhere, miles away. Still holding the half of her heart.

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