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holylulusworld · 3 years

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Her substitute (1) - Need you

Title: Her substitute (1)

Summary: Once you were her best friend. Now her widower seeks shelter in your arms.

Square Filled: Cordell Walker

Ship: Cordell Walker x fem!Reader, Cordell Walker x Emily Walker (widowed)

Characters: Stella Walker

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: angst, language, mentions of loss of a loved one, grief, unrequited love, smut, protected sex, scared of feelings, guilt, sneaking around, secret affair

A/N: This is partially an AU. Cordell didn’t go undercover. Emily and the reader’s boyfriend died together on their way to Y/N’s birthday party. And the reader is Cordell’s partner for the sake of my story. His partner from the show will have an appearance either way.

Word Count: 1,7 k

Created for: @walker-bingo

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Once upon a time life was good to you, great even.

Life was all you ever dreamed of. Until. One day. Your world exploded.

One day your best friend, the woman you considered family, and your boyfriend got killed after you tried to arrest an unforgiving man. You and your partner lost the people you love on the same day.

While you tried to pick up the pieces and put your life back together, Cordell preferred to despair, and to use you as an outlet for his pain, grief, and frustration.

He can be gentle and cruel within a heartbeat.

Emily was the love of his life but Jason was just someone you spend your days with to fill your empty life. Sometimes he calls you cold or heartless only as you gave Jason’s belongings to the Salvation Army after one year of grieving.

Cordell can never know the reason for your fast recovery…he can never know…

“I need you—“ it always starts with these three words, followed by a desperate look and his hands. God his large hands reach out for you to touch, caress and grope. “Baby Girl.”

“We talked about this, Cordell,” you weakly press your hands against his chest, shaking your head ever so slightly. “I can’t do this. We are partners and she was my best friend.”

“Didn’t stop you from fucking her widower not six months after she got killed,” here we go. The sweet and desperate Cordell is gone, replaced by a blank nerve wanting to hurt and drag you down. “Only as you got over Jason like he meant nothing to you doesn’t mean I can just stop grieving.”

“Then why do you come here to fuck me?” he takes off his cowboy hat, nervously playing with it. “Cordell, we shouldn’t do this. It’s no good for you or me. What if your kids find out?”

“All I can think about is to have you underneath me, pinned to the mattress and my cock so deep inside it hurts,” he drops his hat, steps over it to grasp for you. “I want you, baby girl.”

“Shit—” pinned to the wall seconds later you find yourself falling for your best friend’s widower all over again. It’s not a secret you were in love with Cordell before Emily even met him. He just never showed interest in asking you out and when Emily came into the picture, you backed off like the good friend you were.

“Say you need me,” he buries his face in your neck, inhales your scent deeply. “Baby girl, tell me that you need me and that you want to feel me.”

“Cordell, fuck baby,” you whimper his name, ignore the guilt eating your soul up once again. All you can focus on are his hands grip your waist to hoist you up, holding you midair until you sling your legs around his waistline hands cradling his face to kiss him deeply. “I need you.” It’s not a lie. You always needed him; he just didn’t know it.

“I need you too,” he kisses you fiercely, almost desperate to forget all the pain and his empty bed at home when he tugs at your clothes or moans your name. “Give in, baby girl.”

You are a mess, both of you. While you let Cordell strip you bare, not just your body but your soul and heart, he pants, moans, and whines on top of you.

It doesn’t take long for him to slide into you and pin your hands above your head to make sure you know this isn’t love-making.

Two sides of the very same coin hit you where it hurts the most. Every. Single. Time. He doesn’t take his time to be gentle and loving. Its raw, unadulterated lust driving him into you.

“Fuck, baby girl,” he watches your lips part and your eyes dilate when he starts to move his hips. “Look at me.” It’s a command you follow immediately. He holds your wrists pinned to the mattress to make sure you can't touch him gently. “Good girl, always so good for me.”

“Cordell, you need to—” his lips kiss your protest away, force moans and tiny whimpers out of you. “Please.”

“Just tell me you need me as much as I need you, Y/N,” he finally says your name, not baby girl, and you nod, ashamed you let the widower of your best friend fuck you like a whore on cheap sheets.

“I need you,” you choke the words out, looking away, not wanting to hold his gaze when the familiar burn is back, the one pushing you violently over the edge only to leave you hollow in the end.

“Look at you, so responsive,” his hands finally let go of your wrists to roughly cup your breasts. His thumbs toy with your nipples leave them hard and throbbing. “Those tits, so pretty,” he dives in, suckles one nipple into his hot mouth to push you closer to the edge.

He moves slow, deliberate, plays your body like an instrument. You are in trance, only feel his body press yours to the mattress, mind blank once again.

Another deep thrust makes you moan his name loudly. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” you grasp for his shoulders to bring Cordell closer to your heated body to hold him, even if it’s only for this fleeting moment. “Cordell.”

“So tight and warm for me,” his hands grip your thighs to spread you wider. He loves to watch his huge cock disappear in your pussy, the one only he owns. “You take me so well and deep, baby girl.”

You cry out in pleasure, back arching off the bed when his cock hits that spot taking your breath away. His large hands cup your ass, squeeze it tightly.

Cordell holds himself inside your body, stops moving to feel you clench tightly around his thick length. Just staring down at you.

“Cord, what’s wrong?” you whimper breathlessly.

“Just wanted to feel you cum before I fill this cunt up,” his pace becomes brutal after your orgasm.

He moans, eyes glued to your face as he tries to pretend you are only a warm body he can use, a toy to fulfill a primal need, not the woman he could fall for…

“Oh—” you watch him move on top of you, memorize his features, the way his hair is glued to his sweaty forehead, and those obscene veins in his arms, popping out. “I want you to cum, let me feel it, Cordell. Fuck me.”

“Fuck, you—shit Y/N,” he groans, hips jerking violently before he allows himself to let go.

When it’s over he rolls off you to dispose of the condom, already looking for his clothes on the floor.

You have a routine. He comes to your apartment, convinces you to let him fuck you, and leaves you alone and cold moments after your high.

Tonight, you wrap yourself into a sheet and turn around to not watch Cordell hastily put his clothes back on. You would give the world for him to stay the night, but you know he will leave soon.

As usual, you take deep breaths to hide the tears forming in your eyes. “Thank you,” he says, and you feel like a fool all over again.

“I got a job offer in New York,” you casually say. “Do you remember? I always wanted to be with the FBI. Three years ago, they didn’t have a position for me, but last week, I got a call.”

“Oh—” is all you get. You can hear the ruffling of clothing, and then the door opens. “You should take their offer. Being my partner is a dead end. A girl like you shouldn’t stay a Texas Ranger,” the coldness in his voice breaks your heart.

“Yeah, maybe I should,” you clear your throat while you try not to cry. “I will call them on Monday. Have a great—” the door closes before you can say another word. “Figures…”

“FBI?” Stella blanches. “You want to go to New York to work with the FBI, Y/N?” she cries. “You can’t leave me too. Why is everyone leaving me?”

“Stella bear, nothing is decided yet,” you sit next to her on the steps, patting her thigh. “They called me two weeks ago, and I just thought I should at least fly to New York to talk to them. Don’t you think?”

“I don’t know,” she sniffles. “What did dad say? You are his partner, Y/N. He needs you,” you sling one arm around Stella’s shoulders, hiding she just added another crack to your fragile heart. “We need you. You are family to us. Mom loved you.”

“I loved your mom too, Stella bear,” giggling at the awful nickname Stella leans her head against your shoulder, and you feel the guilt overwhelm you once again. If only the girl knew you are banging her father. “She was my best friend and your dad is my friend too.”

“Y/N?” Cordell walks toward his house with long steps. “Is there an emergency? Do you need my help? It’s Sunday.”

“Your mom invited me for dinner, and I met Stella in town and drove her home. If you don’t want me here, I understand,” you try to keep the sadness out of your voice.

“Grandma wants a family dinner, dad,” Stella grumbles. “If I must spend time with my lame brother and you, I want Y/N to join us. At least she’s cool.”

“Cool?” Cordell smirks, glancing down at you. “I remember there was a time when she had braces and was a shy little mouse.”

“Y/N shy? I don’t believe a single word, dad,” she nudges your side. “Right, Y/N. You never were shy.”

“I hate to admit it, but I was a little shy. Your mom helped me break out of my shell and become the woman I am today. I miss her,” you sniff, watching Cordell sit next to his daughter.

“Emily, she always talked about you. How you helped her get better grades,” Cordell says. “She loved you too, Y/N.”

When you sit at his table half an hour later, watching Cordell with his family you decide your last encounter was the last time. You won’t risk messing his family up even more...

“We can’t do this again, Cordell,” you sigh when he leans in your doorframe, that look in his eyes again. “I told you after the dinner with your family we should stay only friends.”

“Y/N, we are friends but—” he cups your cheek with one hand, thumb swiping over your lips, “I need you, baby girl…”

>> Part 2

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infinite-hearts-333 · 4 years

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Broken pack, Broken wolf

Sander sides, Analogical (Eventually), Logan Angst, Werewolf AU

WARNING: really bad writing, angsty, lack of sleep and starvation, swearing I'll add to this

Before

Part 2- Purpose, and... family?

Logan never left his room. Well, that's what the sides believed. Truthfully, every second night, he snuck out of his room in the middle of the night to steal snacks from the kitchen- well, once he found it. It was hard to sleep without the comforting weight of his pack around him, so Logan read and fingered out what his purpose was here until he passed out from exhaustion. Which... wasn't healthy... but he couldn't help it.

Moving on, his purpose. Apparently, he was inside a human's head- in the form of a figment of the male's imagination also known as one of his 'sides'. Logan, was the male's- also known as Thomas- Logical side. There are other sides as well, Morality and Creativity, the ones he met when he first manifested, and others as well, known as Deceit and Paranoia.

Logan, once informed on where the hell he was, began to work. How he knew what to do- he had no clue whatsoever. He just sat, and suddenly, he was typing and writing and planning, it helped to pass the time, distracting him from the hole in his heart that craved touch from his pack.

Logan stayed in his room, never coming out to interact with any of the sides. Even when Creativity lost stability and split in two, Logan remained seated in his room, the only change in routine was that he stayed in the den, curled up to hide from the scream as a side split in two.

Days turned to weeks, then to months, then years. Life became a sick pattern, wake up (sometimes he was already awake), eat any leftovers, work until he was exhausted and crawl back into his den. Some nights, Logan would cry himself to sleep, unable to remove the last image before his death- Jackson's horrified face, maw opened in a shout. 'LOGAN!'

The bags under his eyes became darker and darker, for Logan couldn't sleep without his pack, and the couple of hours of sleep he got from collapsing from exhaustion were cut short from Logan awakening, screaming and crying from night terrors.

Eventually, Logan came to the facts that crying was going to do nothing. His pack would move on, not knowing he was alive. .....could this even be counted as being alive? So he got rid of it all. All of his emotions, he repressed them, ignored them, hid them, and focused on his work instead.

And soon enough, Logan could hold a straight face from dawn till dusk. Only then, did he go outside in the day. He walked to the cupboard that he had never touched, swinging the door open and studied the clothes inside.

He got unchanged, dressed, and brushed his hair carefully, folding his ears down until they vanished against his will. Two flicks of his tail, and his tail vanished as well. A unicorn onesie sat in his cupboard, and he stared at it for a few minutes and then tossed it into the den. Removing his glasses, Logan smeared foundation under his eyes to hide the bags, before placing his glasses back on.

He inhaled, clutching the key hanging around his neck, and then unlocked the door for the first time, and stepped outside into the hallway.

Logan hadn't expected a welcome, more of a... threat for near-attacking Morality when they first met. But, instead when he walked into the kitchen he got a happy, cheerful: "Oh, hi!! You came out of your room!"

Was this guy serious? Or did he have some form of brain damage or memory issue? "Um... yes?" Logan said slowly, unsure. Morality giggled softly, beaming up at him. "Sorry if i scared you when we first met, i'm a little too affectionate sometimes. I moved a little too quickly for your liking right?" Logan blinked, once, twice before mentally screaming at himself to talk. "Oh.. um, yer. I'm also sorry." he shuffled a little on the spot.

"It's okay, you were scared!" The bubbly side chirped, turning back to cooking pancakes. Logan blinked again. He just dropped it? Just like that? Wasn't he mad? "Your.... Your not mad?" He asked quietly. Morality quickly turned, a horrified look on his face. "God no! Why would I? You were scared, and I got too close. And you didn't harm me, only knocked me over."

Logan frowned slightly, filing the info away for later. Empero and Jackson warned the other pack mates of the dangers of being near and interacting with humans, how they are selfish, self absorbed beings that only care about themselves. Empero's birth pack had been genetically changed, forced through artificial selection so the humans could take the strongest pups and use them to hunt and as weapons. Jackson was born domestic, and submission was beaten into him, causing the loss of his front left leg.

Logan expected to at least be yelled at. Well, he did look human, maybe they were kinder to their own species. Who knows, maybe humans have packs of their own. A bolt of hope rocketed through logan. Maybe... just maybe... he would be able to be part of a pack again. The idea of being rid of the horrid pain in his heart made Logan want to curl up on the floor and cry from relief.

"HELLO PADRE AND SMALL NERD~!" someone yelled from behind Logan, spooking him. Logan whipped around, and without thinking decked the man in the face. Morality yelped, and the man- who looked absolutely ridiculous in a pristine white prince outfit- stubbled back, blinking rapidly. Logan froze, eyes wide. Shit.

Prince-boy as Logan decided to dub him, stared right at Logan, before a massive grin broke out on his face as he stood upright and rubbed his jaw. "Nice to know i'm not the only one who knows how to throw a punch! Chill nerd, i ain't gonna attack you." Logan was in a near crouch position, prepared to bolt or attack, but semi-relaxed after prince-boy's words. Humans were truly strange.... "It's: i'm not going to attack you." Logan corrected, narrowing his eyes slightly as he lowered his guard.

Prince-boy scoffed, and rolled his eyes. "Whatever, name's Roman, what's yours?" Prince-bo- no, Roman, asked holding a hand out to shake. Logan flinched at the sudden movement, and slowly took the hand with a firm grip, shaking it before releasing. "Logan..." Logan said in a soft voice. "And i'm patton, but you can call me dad!" Chirped Morali- Patton, beaming as he flipped a pancake.

Roman snickered, and Logan raised an eyebrow studying over both of the sides that he would be living with for the rest of Thomas's lives. Roman bounded over to patton, leaning against the other affectionately as he peeked over Patton's shoulders to look at the pancakes. "Looks good patty-cake!" Roman said with a smile. Logan watched, heart throbbing with the want to be apart of that, to be held and hugged and be back with his pack-

No. That life, it was over. He couldn't have that any more. Instead, Logan trotted around and sat at the bench, lifting one hand and flicked his wrist to summon a book he had been reading. He ran his tongue over his teeth as he opened to the book-marked page, and began reading. He read in peace for a while, until the smell of pancakes and freshly melted butter increased causing his stomach to growl in demand of food for being so neglected.

"Here you are kiddo!!! I hope you like pancakes, I was in a bit of a baking mood!" Patton giggled, beaming that unnaturally bright smile and it took all of Logan's willpower not to shy away. Logan's gaze dropped, down to the neat stack of pancakes with butter, jam and syrup, causing him to salivate. "This.... This is mine?" He asked softly, tilting his head. "Of course!" Patton said, pushing a plate to roman who had seated next to him. "I wouldn't give it to you if it wasn't!!" Logan paused, swallowing, and then carefully reached out and pulled the plate closer.

He watched Patton and Roman carefully, and he cut off a piece, quickly sniffing it before sticking it in his mouth. Roman wasn't paying any attention to the werewolf, shoving the pancakes into his mouth happily, relishing the sweet taste. Patton was half watching, not enough to pick up on Logan's cautious behaviour, but enough to know they were eating.

Logan slightly melted. It was delicious, the light and fluffy pancakes seeming to melt in his mouth, and the jam proved the perfect amount of sweetness. Logan was starving from his bad diet and couldn't help but shove more food into his mouth, stuffing himself silly. The back of his mind warned him that if he continued he was most likely going to be horrible sick, and have the worst of stomachaches, but he was too hungry to care.

"Woah! Easy there kiddo, you'll give yourself a stomach ache! The food isn't going anywhere!" Patton joked. Logan forced himself to go slower, out of the want for the others not to know about his... lack of self care, but also out of a primal fear that they may take it away if he didn't slow down. He slowly chewed his food, focusing on the texture and taste to distract himself.

Soon enough all of Logan's food had vanished, and he already felt a little sick. He scooped up his plate, wandering into the kitchen, washed it, put it away and went to turn to leave before twisting his head over his shoulder to look at the others. Roman was chattering on about something, and Patton had just turned his attention to Logan. "Were you going kiddo?" He asked, tilting his head. "Back to my room, I have a lot of work I need to attend to." Logan answered simply.

"Oh... okay then! We'll see you again right? Maybe tonight or tomorrow?" Patton asked, sounding a little disappointed that the new side didn't want to stay longer. "Maybe." Logan said, and turned disappearing down the halls. When Logan got back to his room, he definitely regretted eating so much, for his gag reflex kicked in and Logan rushed to the bin near his desk and threw up half of his breakfast. Acid and bile mixed together horribly in his mouth, leaving him gagging even more as tears formed in his eyes. He whined softly, causing more pain to form in his throat as his ears and tail appeared, ears flat and tail tucked in between his legs.

'Eat less next time.' he thought bitterly to himself, summoning a glass of water, chugging the whole thing and then crawled into the den, curling up into a tight ball leaving Logan to wander in and out of light uneasy sleep for the rest of the day. So much for 'work he had to attend to.'

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calif0rnia-lovers · 5 years

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miguel galindo: nsfw alphabet

a/n: I have nothing important to say, except that I’m shameless. The newest addition to the Mayans NSFW alphabet goes to daddy galindo.

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A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Cuddles for freaking days! Miguel is tangled up with you, lips against your ear telling you how much he loves you. His hands are often roaming your skin, too often drifting between your thighs. He loves to watch the effect he can have on you when your body is still oversensitized, trying to recover for your orgasm. You tell him how much you hate the boyish grin that breaks across his face when he’s able to pull another from you with just his fingers. His favorite way to recuperate is in the tub. Hot water and bubbles. He loves to have you resting against him, his lips against your neck and shoulders as he drags the washcloth across your skin. He loves how your giggles echo off the walls of the room, and how the water threatens to spill over once the idea of cleaning up drifts from both of your minds.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Miguel loves your ass. He loves squeezing it whenever he kisses you, the feel of it against his palms when he’s entering you from behind. He’s slapping it when you pass, telling you who it belongs to when you’re hanging up the phone.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

It can often depend on the mood. There are moments when Miguel wants nothing more than to feel the warmth of your mouth around him. These are the moments when he has no desire to rush things and is willing to let you take your time coaxing him to a release. In these moments, Miguel loves to watch you take every single drop of him in your mouth. But any other time, inside of you is the only way to go. Miguel loves to watch the satisfaction on your face as he fills you. Although he loves to see the contrast of his cum against the color of your skin, he prefers watching it trickle down your thighs as opposed to seeing it go to waste sprawled across your chest.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

That time Miguel couldn’t wait to get back to the hotel room, and he had his way with you in the elevator. The kid on duty that night can never look you in the eye whenever he sees you, probably because he did more than just simply sit there and watch. Miguel had Nestor pay for retrieval of the tape, obviously. Or that time you stayed at your parent’s house for their wedding anniversary. And, Miguel nearly split you in half with an orgasm so strong you left bite marks on his shoulder for weeks from where you tried to silence your screams out of fear your older brother would hear you through the wall.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Miguel has never been one to sleep around, so his experience with you does not stem from being with a string of women. He’s a man who is quick on his feet and uses his experiences to build. So he takes the time to learn what you love and has no trouble helping you discover new things to top the list.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

It depends on the type of day he’s having. When he’s stressed, he’ll have you down on your knees or bent over the surface of his desk, fingers knotted in your hair and pressing bruises against your hips. But don’t think this only comes when he’s bogged with work. This is usually how you find yourself pretty much anytime you’re supposed to be on your way out and you’ve dressed up, whether it be for an evening with Miguel or just to meet your girlfriends. If Miguel doesn’t want to wait until your return home, to get you undressed, you’ll find your palms heated against the glass of the living room windows, or gripping the armrest of the sofa.

When he wants to focus more on hearing you unravel in an entirely different way, Miguel has no trouble going back to the basics of missionary. He loves the way your thighs tremble against his hips, how your breath hitches when you feel the warmth of his mouth and tongue against your chest. The burn of your nails digging into the skin of his shoulders and back as you attempt to suppress the need to scream out. The heat and thump of your pulse against his lips, the unsteadiness of your barely controlled breathing against his ear, fingers gripping his locks as you tell him how to move, only to drift down to guide his lips to yours for a kiss of appreciation when he does as you ask. Shit, that drives him fucking insane.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Miguel is more serious than goofy when in the moment.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

There’s not a single element of this man that is messy.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Miguel believes in romance. He watched his father adorn his mother his entire life, so he believes there is no other way to treat the woman you love. Miguel loves to give you the best of everything. He goes over the top, sometimes in your eyes, but you know there’s no other way. It’s either zero or a thousand percent, and with Miguel, it’s always a thousand percent. You’ve lost track of times you’ve arrived home from work with a new dress laid out for you, and the promise of a wonderful night. He loves taking you out where he can focus solely on you, and not his job. He loves the buildup, the stolen kisses and touches throughout the night that prelude to what’s to come when he gets you home.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

There are moments when Miguel can’t get the sound of your moans on a loop out of his head, and he knows he could quickly release any sexual frustration he has with his hand but that’s not his style. Miguel rather picks up the phone and calls you. He isn’t one to send a text. He wants to hear the change in your breathing when he tells you what he wants to do you the second he gets hold of you. And he’ll wait for you, trust me. But if there’s one way Miguel will get caught pleasuring himself it will be in front of you. And you only. He’ll never forget the first time he’d royally pissed you off and you hadn’t let him touch you for nearly a week. When you’d finally decided the better punishment was to let him merely watch as you used his favorite toy on yourself, Miguel caved and jerked off as he watched it all unfold. He figured, “she said I can’t touch her.” The look in your eyes as he did, let's just say he found a new favorite way to tease you.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Everyone knows Miguel has a daddy kink, but tie this man up and he’ll let you do pretty much anything you want with him. He loves when you tell him how things are going down

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Location, location, location. Is it a sin to not have a favorite? Please don’t think the bed is the only place this man can perform. Anywhere he can get your legs over his shoulders, Miguel is game. Nestor has lost track the number of times he’s walked into the kitchen, with the simple desire of making a quick snack, only to find you seated on the island, his boss’s face buried between your thighs. Or out to the backyard only to find the pool isn’t being just used for swimming. Or how many times he’s learned the inviting sound of a Sunday night football game can be pretty deceiving because neither of you was actually watching the game on the sofa. In his years working for the Galindo’s Nestor has learned it’s best to just announce his entrance into the room by calling out yours or Miguel’s name. It’s better than being blindsided by Miguel’s ass when he has you bent over.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Miguel loves you in every form that you come, but he loves to see you getting dressed up for him. Miguel is the type of man who loves the attention to detail, so he lives for the form-fitting dress, to the evening’s lipstick, the spritz of his favorite perform against the crook of your neck or the heels that let him reach your lips faster.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

If there is one thing Miguel has never flirted with, its the idea of sharing you with anyone. At all. No other man or another woman will ever be allowed. That’s off limits.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Receiving: Miguel is the king of dirty talk, but he shuts rights up when you’re down on your knees. He’ll start out, trying his best, to keep the talk up but he’ll shamelessly concede once he’s in your mouth. Then the flip switches, and he’s nothing but praise. He’ll tell you how perfect you’re doing. He’s not one to force your movements, because he knows you love when he’s at your mercy. He’ll let his fingers brush through your hair, against the nape of your neck and along your cheeks. His favorite is when you do it without asking. Come into his office while he’s working, or join him in the shower and he’s all yours.

Giving: Miguel never passes up on the opportunity to find himself between your thighs. He loves to wake you up this way. He loves the weight of you on his shoulders, how your grip on his hair will tell him how to go. He loves the way his mouth can unlock you in a way no other part of him can. This is pretty much the only time, Miguel won’t heed what you say. He’ll go slower if you try and apply more pressure, he’ll pull you closer if you try and move away.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He likes a healthy mixture of both. He loves the side of you that comes out when you’re both feeling primal. But there’s something about the switch to the sensuality that changes the entire dynamic.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Miguel has a lot on his plate, so quickies are a must. Miguel has no trouble “excusing” himself from a conversation, or the dinner table, to sneak you away from a few minutes alone. So please don’t think you’re safe if you have friends over, or he’s got a meeting scheduled in a few.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

It’s hard to not run the risk of getting caught with the number of people who are in your house. And Miguel lives for that shit. His favorite game, how good are you really at keeping your voice down?

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Miguel likes a good quickie, but he likes to make up for it if it ends quicker than you’d like. His main goal is to make sure you’re satisfied, and he won’t call it quits until he does.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Miguel loves to use toys on you. There’s something about you surrendering yourself to the will he can impose on you with them. There’s no denying that he loves it, but he rather see you use them on yourself. He’ll commit each response to his memory so that he knows how to use the toy on you later.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Miguel is teasing. It would actually be frustrating if you didn’t know that it’ll all be worth it in the end. Like I said before, he’s all about the build up. His hands have no trouble drifting beneath your dress or gripping your ass when you least expect it. He’ll whisper future promises in your ears, what that dress is making him want to do with the tie he’s wearing.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Miguel has no trouble being heard. He’s not one to keep his appreciation of pleasure inside. His staff has come to learn the unspoken rule that any sounds that come from either of you when you’re alone together are simply to be ignored. He is dripping in dirty talk. He wants to know exactly how you want it, and how far you’re willing to let him take it. He wants you to tell him how he’s doing. He’ll tell you how beautiful you are, how perfect he fits inside of you and what you taking all of him does to him. He believes communication is key to all aspects of your relationship.

W= Wildcard

Miguel loves when you’re on top, controlling the pace. He loves when you take control of him. When you don’t care about the loving connection or the loving words whispered. When you’re only concerned about reaching your peak, and he’s there merely to give it to you exactly how you want it.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Where do you think the confidence stems from?

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

It's quite a surprise that Miguel hasn’t had to upgrade to a minivan yet.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Miguel isn’t the type to fall out cold afterward. You’re often tangled up with him beneath the sheets, his lips still unable to leave you. His lips are against your cheeks, pressing against your neck. His hands trace over your skin as he speaks to you. This is where his smile is nearly uncontrollable when his body is relaxed against yours. He’ll allow the both of you to come own from your highs slowly.

#let me know what you think?#miguel galindo #Danny Pino #Mayans MC #mayans imagines #miguel galindo imagine #imagines

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warriorqueen1991 · 6 years

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Monster (pt.7)

Characters: Werewolf Negan x Melissa (oc)

Warnings: I don’t wanna spoil anything so just know that if you’ve been ok so far, ya got nothin to worry about lol ;)

Notes: Did some Alpha wolf courtship research for this one lol… please let me know if ya wanna be tagged :) I live for your feedback ♡♡♡

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Moving into the living room, Negan chuckled as he noticed Melissa’s medical bag on the sofa. Running his fingers through his damp hair he glanced in the kitchen where the dirty blonde stood in front of the running sink.

He tilted his head curiously, his damp hair falling out of place against his forehead. Watching as she lifted a damp rag from the sink he bit his lip as she began running it over the nape of her neck, and the ends of her hair.

His eyes trailing down her backside as his hazel orbs flared a deep yellow, taking a deep breath he moved forward bumping into her shoulder gently.

Jumping in surprise she smiled turning around to face him, her eyes darting down his bare chest with a light blush offering him the wet cloth.

He chuckled taking the offered rag to clean the dirt off his chest “you uh…didn’t give me a shirt”. Melissa smiled, gently taking the cloth from his hand to finish cleaning his chest herself ”oh..” she rolled her lips avoiding his gaze “sorry”.

Watching her hand move across his skin was mesmerizing.

Negan took a deep shuddering breath as he leaned forward bumping his head against hers gently. Melissa giggled making him smile brightly as she tossed the rag back in the sink, the slashes across his face all but healed as she cupped his cheeks “you uh…wanna sit down or something, decompress?”

He hummed taking a step back as she moved to the living room grabbing her bag, Negan followed plopping down on the couch with a soft grunt. Glancing over at her he cleared his throat “this doesn’t change anything right?”

Melissa giggled leaning back on the couch patting his knee “it doesn’t change us Negan…but…” she looked at him “I guess it changes how I perceive things is all”. Negan was watching her hand as she slid it from his knee with a soft smile, his heart was beating like crazy.

He wanted nothing more than to be closer to her, to feel her skin against his, to feel a connection worth dying for.

But he wasn’t even sure if she felt an inkling of the same feelings as him, even he had been surprised at his reaction when he realized he wasn’t the only male in her life.

Guess you couldn’t hide raw, primal instinct.

But even he knew it was far more than that, the fact that she knew everything about him and chose to stay spoke volumes.

“Negan?”

He blinked with a harsh intake of breath as he returned to the present, Melissa was looking at him in concern. Her eyes soft as she scooted closer to him “you ok?”

He smiled taking a leap of faith and sliding his rough hand to lace his fingers with her own, she glanced down biting her lip with a warm smile “Negan?”

“I’m fine” he grinned “… better than I’ve been in a long fuckin time actually”.

Melissa smiled squeezing his hand, her mouth open like she wanted to speak but couldn’t quite find the words. Negan chuckled “go ahead and ask darlin…” he let out a soft growl as she ran her thumb over his knuckles “I won’t bite”.

She giggled biting her lip before twisting around to face him partially on the couch, her fingers still laced with his.

“So…d-does it hurt…ya know when you change?”

Negan shrugged “not anymore, contrary to popular belief were actually born in our beast form. It’s too dangerous to shift while fuckin pregnant so the females remain shifted until after the pups arrive…”

He smiled at her look of interest, “After the mother shifts she teaches the pups how to do it…the uh…first couple times hurt like hell…shit there are even some packs who never shift…it’s a defense mechanism, not a curse”.

Melissa seemed to take in the information as she bit her lip “s-so your an animal that turns into a man…not the other way around?”

He smiled shaking his head as he ran his free hand down his mouth “no, the moment I chose to activate my shift was the moment I chose to be both…I’m both man and beast all the time, no matter which skin I’m wareing”.

She nodded “how big is your pack?”

“We’re cresting at about a hundred right now, as far as I fuckin know we’re the largest pack in Texas… and the only pack near Willows Creek”.

“How have you stayed hidden?” she gasped in surprise.

Negan frowned scratching his jaw before rolling his lips “uh…we uh…haven’t, there are those who know about us but…” he shook his head trailing off “there not as fuckin kind as you”.

Melissa must of realized what he meant because she looked sad “that’s a shame…you’re absolutely fascinating…”

Negan chuckled shifting on the couch, catching her eyeing him in approval he grinned. Leaning back against the couch as he looked at her with a soft smile, she had that look again.

Pulling her hand up to his lips he kissed her knuckles making her gasp “ask sweetheart”.

She worried her bottom lip, the slight blush creeping up her throat making him smile.

“D-Do you mate l-like wolves then…I-I mean…I..” his shit eating grin made her blush even deeper. Negan chuckled “we’re just like you darlin, sometimes were rough, sometimes were sweet… but our mannerism are a good combination I think…” he shook his head with a light laugh “well at least I think mine fuckin are”.

Melissa giggled “what do you mean?”

He bit his lip scooting closer to her so their sides were touching, her breath hitching as his large arm wrapped around her shoulder.

“Touch is very fuckin important, if I’m interested…”

He looked at her with heavy eyes before leaning down to press his nose against her temple with a soft growl.

“I wanna make sure she’s interested, so I’ll bump into her…make longer and..”

Melissa took a shaky breath as she slid her head against his face, their noses bumping against one another.

“looonger moments of contact….” he purred, his eyes darting to her lips before drifting back to her eyes “see what happens”.

Closing her eyes she let out a small laugh as his eyes followed suit “I uh…might of forgotten to give you a shirt on purpose”.

He chuckled “is that so?” her hum of approval made him purr as their lips brushed almost feather light against one another.

BAM!!!

They both jerked at the loud noise, Negan’s eyes glowing brightly as he snarled. Jumping to his feet, baring his fangs as Melissa grabbed his now clawed hand.

Negan looked like he was about to tear someone apart.

Getting to her feet she tugged on his hand gently, urging him to look at her “Negan calm down, please”.

Growling softly he leaned down to press his forehead against hers “be careful”. She stared into his yellow eyes before blinking with a small nod, she had said nothing had changed between them…but.

…something had.

Every little moment of contact flashed before her eyes, touch was important…and he had been been making an awful lot of contact lately.

Their interrupted moment on the couch the final piece…

Negan was very interested.

And if Melissa was being honest, so was she.

Moving to the door with Negan in tow Melissa quickly pulled it open with a gasp as Shane, Ricks deputy practically tumbled through the door. His uniform covered in blood, his eyes wide with fear as he scrambled inside “LOCK THE DAMN DOOR!!!!”

Negan growled pulling Melissa back as the man got to his feet on shaky legs, slamming the door shut twisting the lock. He was pouring out sweat as he panted in exertion, Melissa slid from Negan grasp so she could help the frightened man to the living room.

“Oh my god, what happened??”

Shane flopped to the couch coughing roughly as she attempted to assess his injuries, ripping his uniform open she gasped.

Two bite marks oozed blood down his stomach as he gasped for breath, Negan cocked his head in confusion “those look fuckin human”. Melissa looked at him in fear before Shane lurched up from the couch screaming in terror prompting her to shove him back to the cushions.

“Negan help me hold him down” she grunted, Shane was in hysterics as the older man pinned his shoulders to the furniture. Negan had never seen someone so scared in his life, and that was saying something.

What the fuck could be scarier than him?

“Shane!…Shane, you need to calm down…take deep breaths”. Melissa urged, the man gritting his teeth as he shook his head “YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND!!!…” he growled. Negan looked at Melissa who quickly got to her feet “I gotta sedate him keep him still”.

He nodded moving so he could hold him still as he continued to fight against his human restraints, Negan didn’t like this. What the fuck happened to the crazy fuck? He didn’t exactly look like the type to fuckin scare easy.

The sound of Melissa thudding down the stairs snapped his attention away from the writhing man as she moved to the couch, the abrupt silence making them both look to the now still man laying on the sofa.

“Shane?”

Releasing his hold on the man, Negan got to his feet as Melissa quickly moved to check his pulse. Her eyes widening in shock as she covered her mouth “S-Shane??”

Her eyes were brimming with tears as she quickly started chest compressions. Negan moving in next to her, his warm hand resting on her shoulder in comfort as she cried out in sorrow.

Rick and Shane were practically brothers, she knew the rugged man through their mutual friend but they had become close throughout the years.

One of the bad things about living in a small town, there were no such thing as strangers.

Dropping her head to his stomach she cried as Negan went to his knees, hugging her tightly. He hadn’t met the dead man, but he hated seeing her like this. His chest was aching for her, turning in his embrace she buried her face in his bare chest.

Her tears burning his skin.

Negan grimaced cradling her head, staring at the lifeless corpse his brow creased as the soulless shell twitched. Rubbing her back he shifted in rising unease as Shanes face twisted in mock life, his lips pulling back as he suddenly lurched forward.

WHAT THE FUCK???

Shoving Melissa to the side Negan roared out in pain as the creature sank its teeth into his shoulder, its heavy weight pinning him to the floor. Negan grit his teeth shoving it’s face from his bleeding flesh as Melissa screamed.

“NEGAN!!!”

Shane rolled over on his stomach as Negan growled, his eyes burning as the animated corpse jerked it’s body to Melissa who was frozen in terror.

Not thinking twice, Negan tackled the dead fuck to the ground his fangs bared as it wrestled against him. It jaws snapping as he gripped its throat, his fingers slipping from all the blood running down his wounded arm.

“MELISSA MOVE!!”

Shaking her head clear she quickly crawled across the floor grabbing the sedative she had dropped, maybe it was rabies!

Just as her trembling fingers wrapped around the syringe Negan cried out again making her whip around, her eyes wide as she watched Shane tear a chunk of flesh from Negan’s chest.

“SHIT…FUCKING FUCK!!!” He snarled slamming him to the floor as he smashed his head against the floorboards. His eyes blazing yellow as his face partially shifted, his jaws filled with razor sharp teeth as he tore through Shanes throat.

The flailing creature continued to claw at him forcing his face back, Negan hissed as the corpse dug into his side. Shoving his clawed fingers into its gushing wounds Negan roared as he separated the creatures head from its shoulders.

Melissa was crying, letting out a terrified scream she gasped as Shane’s head slid to her feet in a pool of blood it’s jaws snapping as she kicked it away. Negan groaned breathlessly as he crawled to the chomping head, grabbing it in his claws he smashed it into the floor over and over again.

After spilling the contents of his skull all over the floor Negan coughed spitting up blood as Melissa stared at the gory mess, her face pale.

Negan grit his teeth in pain, something was wrong. His whole body was on fire, his muscles tensing up as he crawled to her side cupping her face in his bloody hands.

“Melissa!…Melissa, look at me!!”

She gasped, her eyes darting to his as he felt a wave a nausea wash over him. Pressing his head against hers, he let out a wheezing breath “y-you need to call Rick”. She was shaking like a leaf, nodding her head as she noticed his eyes were still yellow.

“B-But what…what about your?…” she seemed to be dropping back to reality because her eyes suddenly darted all over him, taking in his weak bleeding visage. “O-oh my god Ne-Negan are you…your not healing??”

He coughed letting out a shaky, breath shaking his head “i’m fine Melissa just please go fuckin call him, ok?” she swallowed roughly before giving him a curt nod. Stumbling to her feet she bolted for the phone, Negan groaned in pain as she disappeared from sight.

His vision was blurry, his breathing ragged as he tried to get to his feet.

Stumbling backwards he growled as he lost feeling in his hands, blinking tiredly he took a step forward before collapsing to the floor in a bloody heap.

His heavy breaths rattling in his lungs as his whole body began to shake, his skin instantly soaking in sweat.

Death it seems was back for a rematch.

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kinkywwefantasies · 7 years

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Experiment One; Emotional Connection; Chapter Two

Pairing: Finn Bálor X OFC (Amy) Rating: Explicit (wildly explicit) Length: 2.9k words Warnings: Dubious consent (drugs), drugs, unprotected sex, imprisonment, surveillance, implied voyeurism, electricity play, pain kink, non-con play, cursing Premise; Humans born with special abilities are rare but powerful. A group of rich and influential people have formed a collective called The Authority to find, capture, and experiment on these people. They are most interested in finding out how these special powers are passed genetically and if these powers can be mixed Taglist: @macfizzle @rocketgirl2410 @ambrose-asylum-ft-mitch @tearfulsparks78 @romanempirefics @taryndibiase @wweforever70 @hardykat @wildandfeepinkv0dka @sweetmoxleygal The buzzing noise caught Finn's attention instantly. That noise usually meant his door was opening, but there was no one standing in the window and the door didn't open. He quirked his head, and from the corner of his eye saw the wall open to his right. A girl was there. He couldn't believe it. His pent up lust actually had somewhere to go. She stood there breathing hard, and staring at him. Her hands trembled as the pushed her dark chestnut hair away from her eyes, revealing that her pupils were swallowing up her chocolate brown irises. Her olive skin glowed with a sheen of sweat, highlighting her beautiful cheek bones, and Finn couldn't help thinking about what she tasted like like that. Before he knew it, she was in his room, and her hands were all over him. Pulling his black sweater over his head, and pushing him back on to his bed. His back landed against the wall with a thud as she climbed astride him. She ran a hand down his chest, over his abs, to his waistband. He reveled in the kind touch. A touch she wanted to give. A touched he wanted to receive. He remembered this. Her fingers played at his waistband. She seemed to be waiting for something. He looked up from where she was touching him, and saw a question in her eyes. Her whole expression looked fraught. "Please," was all she said. It was all she had to say. Finn pulled the girl's shirt over her head, revealing a simple black bra and a toned stomach. More of that delicious olive skin, flushed at the apex of her breasts. "Dear God," he sighed as she put her arms around his neck. "You are beautiful." "You're beautiful," she said, pulling herself further up his lap. "Your accent is sexy. You're sexy. I want you." She said, kissing him fiercely. He moaned into it. "I want you too," he said, picking her up off his lap to get her pants off. *** Stephanie was surprised that the defiant, young Amy wasn't resisting her urges. Perhaps she didn't know, or wasn't able to think clearly enough, to realize this was part of The Project. In fact, this part /was/ The Project. If Amy knew that, she would be shocking Finn nearly to death, and keeping herself confined to a corner. She hated Stephanie and Yankem and all the others keeping her imprisoned here. Her defiance was almost as blatant and bold as Roman's. But it seemed chemistry was getting the better of her, and she was falling all over Finn. Stephanie watched in sick amusement as Amy participated willing for the first time- in the most critical part- of The Project. *** "Can you-" the girl asked breathlessly, attempting to make a sentence. "Can you go down on me please?" She asked, as he fondled her breasts now free of her bra. "Yeah," he said, pulling at her pants. "Yeah, I'd love to." His mouth watered at the thought. Her lips were so sweet. He couldn't imagine how her pussy tasted. He got her pants to her ankles and she kicked them off. Finn pushed her down to the bed and knelt on the floor. His cock pulsed as her legs fell open in front of him. Her scent had his head spinning. As his lips touched her, her back flew off the bed. Her finger tips ran along his scalp, through his short hair, and she cried out. He could have sworn she had just come. "Jesus," she sighed, laying back. "What's your name?" "Finn," he said, getting back to the task at hand. "I'm Amy," she said between moans, trying not to grab his hair too hard. But his mouth just felt so good, she wanted him to stay like that until she couldn't take it anymore. He'd already made her come, but it wasn't enough. She needed more. Maybe his cock would help with that. "Finn!" She cried as he made her orgasm again. "Fuck me! Please!" He didn't say anything then. He just flipped her on to her stomach. That startled her, and before she could stop. Zap. From her hand to his wrist she electrocuted him. He paused. Everything was silent for a moment. "I'm sorry!" She called, as he flipped her again. It seemed it took almost no effort for him to do so. "I didn't-" She was looking up at him, but he looked different. He was almost transparent. No, he /was/ transparent. An invisible man. Shit. "What was that? Are you a Tesla?" He asked, becoming more and more opaque as he breathed hard. Teslas were named for their ability to produce electricity, and he'd never met one. "I'm sorry. You startled me." She said, sharpening her eyes at the man. Amy knew invisible men. They were... creeps. Using their power to spy and prey on women. "I do that sometimes... electrocute people." "It hurt," he said, pushing her thighs down to the bed. "Sorry I startled you. I'll try not to do it again," he said with a sly smile on his face. Amy saw that smile like a red flag, signaling to her that this invisible was like the others. 'Finn,' she thought, 'he has a name.' In this desolate place, in this hopeless situation, maybe she could give up some of her preconceptions. He was a prisoner here, just like her. He must have been hard to catch. "I'll- I'll be more careful," she said, as his hands smoothed over her thighs. He seemed to be waiting for something. "I'm dying here," he said, leaning his body over hers, kissing her cheeks. One then the other. "Say it again. Be sure this time. Tell me to fuck you." He was waiting for permission. Her heart sang. She let out a mad giggle. She had been begging him to fuck her in the throes of orgasm, and he didn't consider that consent. Ninety-nine of one-hundred would have, but not Finn. She was locked in a basement. Told where to go. What to do. When to do it. But in this moment she had agency. He was offering her a choice. Before, her body wanted him, but now her heart did too. "Finn," she said, caressing his face. He reacted liked she'd given him a hit of heroin. So calm, so pleased. "Make love to me. I need it... I want it." "Oh, thank God," he groaned, thrusting forward. She stretched painfully around him. "Oh fuck," she sighed, laughed. "I should have gotten a better look at you before I said yes. You feel so big," she said, running her hands over the smooth skin of his back. He smiled a dazzling smile at her. Finn really was gorgeous. "You're okay, yeah?" He asked, running his hands down her sides. "Yeah," she said, urging him to move. He did, and her whole body lit up. From her center all the way up to her head and down to her toes. He felt so good inside her. "Oh, Amy," he groaned, stilling for a moment. "Fuck," he heaved in breath. "I didn't know that was going to happen." "What?" She asked, as he backed off a bit. "Nothing. Can you- Do ya mind?" He said, pulling at her hip. He wanted to turn her over. "God, no, I don't mind," she said, turning over with his help. Resting on her stomach, he entered her again. "And don't be gentle. I need you like this." At her words, he gripped her hips and plowed forward. She gasped and gripped the bed spread, but her shock turned to pleasure in an instant. It was primal and perfect to get fucked from behind. And by handsome, wonderful, feral Finn. He was pounding into her. It felt better than anything she had in her life. Better than a cool swim on a hot day. A massage. Silk sheets. "Fuck, Finn. You feel so good," she cried as she put her hand on his as it gripped her hip with bruising strength. "God, Amy, ya feel good too. Fuck," he huffed, leaning over her back so he could touch the skin of his chest to her. "Yer unbelievable." "Ah!" She cried as an orgasm surprised her. And Finn got another shock. He grunted in a way that sounded like pain, but kept thrusting. "Jesus, Amy. Do it again," he said, pulling her flesh flush to his. "What?" She moaned as he crushed their hips together and circled his pelvis, making sure to touch every part of her. To claim her. "You want me to... shock you?" "Is that okay?" He asked, pushing as deep into her as possible. "You want it?" She moaned, as he ground into her backside. "Yes," he said, sounding very sure. She pushed him away from her. Finn stood back; scared she was grossed out, and going to walk away. *** Stephanie watched in amazement as Amy pushed Finn away. She hoped Yankem had given Amy enough drugs to keep her from killing Finn. If anything bad was going to happen, this was the moment. *** "You want it," she smiled at him, standing to full height. "Come get it." He returned her roguish grin and stood nose to nose with her. He liked this game. This was his kind of game. He slowly let his hand slide up her waist. She closed her eyes and moaned. Every touch of his felt so good, but she was determined to play her game as well. "Is that all you want Finn?" She asked. "To touch me?" "No," he said. The heat in his voice making Amy shiver. "I want to fuck you." His accent had her dripping. Still. When was this ache between her legs going to go away? Finn had made her come three times. Maybe this game would end it. "Now get on your back, so I can bury my cock in you." He growled in her ear. "Funny," she smiled, running her fingers over his collarbone. "What's funny?" He asked, gripping her waist harder, getting ready to put her on any flat surface. "It's funny that you think I'd just do that," she smiled. Finn's need for her, combined with his desire for pain, was leading to the dark place she was hoping for. "Then it's a good thing it's not up to you." He picked her up to put her on the bed, and she shocked him. Her palm to his upper arm. He dropped her to the floor. She turned from her back to her knees quickly, but he caught her. He covered her body with his, and pushed her chest to the floor, leaving her knees bent so her ass was in the air. His arm still crackling with pain and electricity. "Like I said," he groaned, as he pushed back inside her. Her moan giving away that she was actually loving this. "It's not up to you." "We'll see," she huffed. He grabbed her hair as he thrust, earning himself a small shock. From the backs of her thighs to be front of his. "Fuck, Amy," he couldn't express how unbelievably sexy that was. He was so close to coming again. This would be the fourth time. He couldn't figure how that was possible, but he knew he had to keep going. He had to resolve this madness. He pulled her up to resting on her knees so he could reach her clit easier. If this was going to be the final time, then she deserved to come too. "Jesus!" She cried as he touched her perfectly. "Feels so good." "Shock my hand." He said between heavy breaths. "It will feel even better." She opened her mouth to say something and then closed it. She knew she could be shocked, but it was always a low tingle. Maybe he was right. Maybe it would feel good. He used his other hand to separate her pussy lips so his fingers made more direct contact with her clit. She whined at that sensation alone. "Trust me," he whispered to her as she was lost in pleasure. "It feels incredible." She reached a shaking hand down to his where it touched her most sensitive part. "Okay," she said. "I trust you." She let out a small amount of electricity, and felt it instantly. She kept it up for as long as she could focus. "Fuck! Fuck, Finn, I'm coming!" "Me too, love," he said, about to burst. Her body convulsing around him was too good to push through. He took his hand away from her clit and crushed her body to his as he gave a few final thrusts. Finally, he was satisfied. He let her go with shaking arms and laid her down gently on the floor. For a few moments his brain was a complete fog. All he could feel was a deep and intense satisfaction. "Holy crap," she sighed with a smile, curling her body to his side. "Yeah," he chuckled. "You could say that again. "So, what do you think that was? They gave us something, right? Stephanie and her goons." "Yep," he sighed. "At first I thought it was punishment, but maybe it was a reward." He wrapped an arm around her back. Not because he felt he needed to, but because he wanted to. He wanted her cuddled to him like this. He wanted all of her. Forever. 'That's strange,' he thought before the thought was overridden by her nuzzling into his chest. He sighed and smiled at her. She smiled too. And there was so much he wanted to tell her. How he got here, why he was here, what he was planning to do... but he knew /she/ was watching. Of course Stephanie was watching this. Amy looked at the man by her side and smiled. She wanted to keep him around if she could. Obviously. Why wouldn't she want Finn in her life? Even if she got out of here, she'd want him. He was perfect. "Well, if it is a reward... it's nice," Amy said, petting his hair and giggling at how much sweat was there. God, she was a mess too. "I'm gonna get cleaned up." "Me too," he said, kissing her temple. "Then we can talk some more." "Absolutely," she smiled and then leaned over him to give him a proper kiss. A good one. "Now, go get cleaned up. I don't want my Finn smelling like a locker room." She giggled. "I don't want to disappoint my Amy," he said taking a comically serious tone as they both stood. "Good," she smiled, and gave him another kiss. He was so beautiful, and kind, and adorable. "See you in a minute." She said, heading for her bathroom. "Yep," he said, going to his room. Amy turned on the shower and heard Finn doing the same. She looked to see him, holding his hand out and testing the water. The thought occurred to her that they should shower together. She turned the water off and started toward his room. Then the wall between them started to close. "No!" She called, putting both hands on the door to keep it open. "Finn!" He turned in an instant and saw what was happening as well. *** "Shit shit shit," Stephanie said as Amy reached an arm through the door. She couldn't have one of these monsters hurt. Especially a female. If Amy didn't move her arm, she'd be crushed. "Move!" She shouted knowing that the girl couldn't hear her. Amy seemed to realize the danger, and pulled her arm back before the wall closed again. "Finn!" She screamed, pounding on the wall. "Stephanie! Open the wall! Stephanie! Goddamit, give me my Finn back!" On the other side of the wall, Finn was just staring. Cruelty at its best, this was. Give him Amy and take her away. This was why Stephanie did this. Give him an a partner and manipulate him with her. 'Do good, get Amy. Do bad, we hurt Amy.' That sort of thing. He turned to the camera, and fumed, knowing Stephanie was watching. He hoped she could see the fury in his eyes. "You hurt her, and..." his voice was shaking and he didn't know how to threaten his keeper. He just knew he wanted to. "You hurt Amy and you'll pay... You'll pay, Stephanie! I fucking promise!" Stephanie sat in silence, somewhat aghast. This- this... emotional connection... if it was real at all, was no joke. She took a few deep breaths to calm down and think. 'Two isn't a pattern,' she told herself. 'Two isn't enough. And, even it is real, then I can have the doctors fix the formula.' "Okay," she sighed. "Time for someone analytical to break the emotional pattern." She said, begging the unlock sequence for Rollins and Regina. Stephanie saw that Regina was sitting in front of the wall already, waiting for it to open. Her future sight was still working well enough to know what was about to happen. Rollins was sweating like a whore in church and staring into the camera. His gaze so intense Stephanie almost felt like he was looking straight at her. It made her shiver. "Whatever. Jokes on you, Rollins..." she grumbled, watching his reaction as the wall opened. "You can't think your way out of this one."

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