PikminGrubb

Explicit fan fic, 18+ or gtfo. Yo Mr.White, we lightin up in here! *drinks bong water* I make trans masc gay fan fics, you either in, or you're out. He/him/idiot

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UH, Yeah Me Shit

This is my tumblr blog that is gonna serve as an extra list+content blog for my fan fictions. I try to do just completed works on AO3, so this is gonna have smaller blippits that I don’t want clogging my Archive,

My Archiveofourown!: PikminGrubb | Archive of Our Own

What do I write?: I’m a trans author who writes specifically trans masc reader POVs, and X reader character pairings. All my content is Gay, shrimple as that. 

Do you need to worry about triggers?: I write about trans-masc genitalia and refer to such as dick, cunt, pussy, cock. Blood, gore, sex, smoking, depression, self-harm, torture, and homophobic language have appeared in some of my fan fics. They are ALL labeled and tagged as such. 

Things I won’t have in my fics: Rape, non-con, pregnancy/carrying child, underage.

Characters I’m currently writing for/open to write for!: Mike Ehrmantrout, Jimmy Mcgill, Gustavo Fring, Lalo Salamanca, Jesse Pinkman, Ignacio “nacho” Varga. Literally any fuckable man from BCS….

So yeah, just fuck shit up, hit me up for asks, questions, requests, please dear god I will love every single one of them

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Would you consider writing for Mike again?

WOULD I??? 😤😤😤🥵 I FUCKING LOVE THAT OLD BASTARD YEA. honestly I put down writing because of depression and work, but I've been slowly getting back into it. I can definitely put him on my list 👀👀

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

First Time:

Jimmy McGill x FTM!reader

tags: sex, oral sex, squirting, genital piercings, and uhm, hmm? yes

readers genitals are referred to as: cock, cunt, boy pussy, t-dick,

Word count: 4,097

“No, no, I think that’s a great idea!” Jimmy’s hands brushed up and down gently on your shoulders in a comforting manner. He gave a little shake of his head while a grin broke out on his face, whatever feelings of apprehension you once held melted away at this. Jimmy always knew what to say to make you feel better, to quell whatever thoughts spun inside your brain, he always had something to say. Sometimes you’d think it was a nervous tick of his, his mouth running a mile a minute, as if he had scripted dialogue ready to pop off at a moment's notice. 

A held breath was released, a tentative chuckle rose from your throat, hands immediately coming up to clasp onto Jimmy’s. You both stayed like that for a moment, just allowing each other to bask in warm gazes and soft touches in this private moment, you leaned into his touch and gave him a slow kiss. 

He made a slight hum of approval and dug in deeper, giving you a sloppy open-mouth kiss. The kiss lasted for a heated second, teeth clinking together before Jimmy pulled back, allowing you to catch your breath. A grin winding its way onto his lips, “I would love to go on an official date with you, I mean we’ve gone to dinner before, but…” He just chuckles and continues brushing his thumb over your cheek, scratching at your short, shaved face. 

“But this time, someone actually said the word ‘date’, I’m glad we’ve actually crossed that bridge,” Jimmy said almost floundering, he didn’t know when to shut his mouth, but luckily you enjoyed his little ramblings. “Cause, I’ll be honest, I was getting a little tired of playing the dance around. I wasn’t even sure if you-” You just gave Jimmy an exasperated smile as you raised your brows at him. 

“I uhm…What I mean is. Yes, I want to go on an official romantic candlelit dinner, sir.” Jimmy managed to still make his response into a long-winded paragraph.  

“I would very much like that, too.” A light laugh left your lips as you both leaned in for another kiss. 

____

The official spoken date went by like a breeze; it wasn’t as if this was actually the first date you two had. Just in terms of “ Hey we’ve been doing this for a bit, is this official? Oh, shit. It is? ” kinda thing. 

You two talked and ate greasy food and enjoyed a little alcohol to make the night go by easier, all said and done you now found yourself with your clothes practically falling off you as Jimmy kept inching you two towards the bedroom. 

“If we don’t move this along, sweetie,” Jimmy breathes in between kisses and soft nips on the neck, “We might just end up doing this on the couch,” He half-jokingly murmurs, pulling away just barely as his fingers brushed up your hips to rest on your ribs. 

The intensity and warmth of Jimmy’s touch were enough to make you pulse with want, your hardening t-dick brushing uncomfortably against your jeans. The two of you don’t move an inch, just gazing at each other, gauging emotions. You definitely wanted him, his cute face flushed with a wanton look and maybe even a little alcohol in there?

“I think the bed is definitely our target, I don’t want my first time to be on a-” You started to say casually before you saw Jimmy’s expression. His attentive eyes were wide, a glint of surprise and a questioning look arose on him. Your train of thought disappeared completely as you understood your own words as well, Jimmy nor you really delved into each other’s past sexual experiences. 

“Wait, wait…Hold on a minute,” Jimmy seemed much gentler, his words slow as he completely stopped in his tracks towards the bedroom, his fingers brushing against your jaw again. “...Is, is this your first time doing something like this?” He blinks at you. Fou forced a swallow as you nodded your head, suddenly feeling very small under his inquisitive eyes.

“No, I’ve never gone…That far, with anyone. I’m sorry, I just forgot I’m not as experienced as you.” You murmur, feeling like this was definitely something you should have mentioned, part of you thought maybe he knew. Wrong to assume things, I suppose…

“No, no. Don’t apologize,” Jimmy shakes his head, his hand landing on the small of your back, leading you gently into his bedroom. “I just…I’m surprised is all. I mean, a good-looking dude like you?” He chuckles sitting you both down on the bed. He crosses his legs and pulls you closer to him. You instantly cuddle into his lap, wanting his arms to circle around you. 

“Mmmm, there we go, my little cuddly puppy.” Jimmy smiles and brings your head into his lap, your eyes practically glowing with love as you gaze up at him. Jimmy brushes your hair gently; his actions have a much slower and calmer feeling to them. 

“I want this to be special,” Jimmy starts, still calmly petting your hair and leaning over you, “I don’t want to rush this, not with you…I want you to feel comfortable, yeah?” He asks brushing his thumb over your lower lip as he leans in and gives you a little kiss. 

Your stomach has definitely settled down, excitement still coursing through your limbs as you just enjoy the slow, sensual touches, “I always feel good with you, I’ll tell you if I don’t like something.” You smile at him; he mirrors your own expression and nods along.

“Good, good.” He says affirmingly, “Now, I gotta ask.” His eyebrow raises a little giving you a mischievous look. You’re already thinking a million different thoughts on what he could possibly be thinking. 

He walks his fingers over your chest, looking at you slowly, “Have. You. Ever.” He punctuates each word with the movements of his fingers tapping away at you, “Had anything inside you? Would you want something like that?” He asked calmly, continuing to gently brush his thumb over your cheek, your eyes widened at this comment. Surprised by Jimmy’s genuinely caring question, he either knew a thing or two about trans men or knew you better than you thought.

Your sudden lingering quiet thoughts of Jimmy’s question made him fear he’d asked something wrong; he got a very serious tone suddenly. “I just thought I’d ask, I know some guys don’t want anything down there, I-I mean, I know you’ve said you-” Jimmy’s words just kept slipping out, practically ramming your eardrums, you just listened patiently, calmly. His confusion furthered seeing this expression on your face, “Okay, maybe I heard wrong, or…. Or-” He stumbles,

“Jimmy.” You serenely murmur, stopping his faltering and disastrous fumbling.

“Yes…?” He says slowly, cringing at his own proverbial word vomit. 

“It’s okay, and yes. I’ve had things inside my pussy. I’m okay with things inside, and yes, I want you inside me.” Your words come out plain and vulgar, not missing a beat. Jimmy just nodded along, mouth slightly agape, I guess that answered all of his possible questions.  

He just stared at you, a little star-struck, his face just leaned in a little closer, clearing his throat, “Okay…” he voices, his hand already starting to travel its way down your shoulder to reach between your legs. Fingers sliding down the fabric of your jeans to grab at your clothed cunt. Even through the dense fabric, his fingers dug in deep enough to caress and stroke your aching cock. 

Jimmy’s eyes seem to light up as your face contorts and a little noise escapes you, a look of surprise and pleasure that Jimmy loved seeing. 

“Okay then, shall I warm you up then?” He brings his thin lips to yours, kissing you gently as you both close your eyes and lean further into the kiss. Jimmy’s hands down leave your crotch as he slides himself over your body, his thigh landing on the other side of your hip. Carefully pinning you to the bed and grinding his palm against your heated core. His breathing forcefully escaped his nose as he dared not part from your kiss, tongue exploring deep inside your maw. 

You find your hands climbing up Jimmy’s arms and tangling themselves into his hair, tugging him closer as you grind yourself into his hand. A little whine leaves your lips when he finally dips his fingers into your jeans and slips his fingers down your cunt and brushes over your sensitive cock.

Instantly feeling how wet and hard you were for him, Jimmy lets out a satisfied groan, pulling away and gazing down at you with an intensely passionate look. “Already wet, huh? How cute are you!” He brings his fingers out from your pants and splays them before you, slick stringing off and dripping down his fingers before he shoves them into his mouth. Practically moaning in front of you as he sucks them dry, lapping at your juices and popping his fingers out of his mouth. You couldn’t peel your eyes away at his lewd sounds and faces.

“So damn good…Good boy!” He smiles at you as if praising you, “I bet your tight little boy pussy down there is just aching for me, huh?” He asks gently, his hand now stroking your cheek while he looks at you softly. A shock of heat rolls down your spine and makes your leg twitch, you feel liquid starting to slide down your cunt and soaking your boxers. Jimmy’s eyes flick down as he sees your body shiver, his mouth opening and closing quickly. 

“Do you? Or would you rather me suck your little cock and finger your tight hole?” He grins at you, you didn’t think Jimmy could have you practically rolling under him, begging in a whiney cock hungry manner so quickly. His hand caressing your hip as he awaits your answer. 

“S-suck me off, please…” You whimper out, practically begging for attention on your needy and hard cock. About fucking time Jimmy sucked and ate you out. You had only imagined him doing this for months now, getting down on his knees and pulling your pussy into his mouth to eat out like a hungry animal. 

Jimmy hesitated none and began unbuttoning and quickly ridding you of your trousers. You leaned back and lifted your ass to help them slide down your bottom, Jimmy’s hands expertly tugging them off each foot, tossing them under and away. 

You take a moment to watch Jimmy as his hands tickle up your legs gently, his eyes eagerly watching your reaction as he reaches back up. Hands gently stroking and caressing your thighs as he spreads you open, granting him a good look at you. His eyes are practically glued to your cock when he sees a shiny metal rod. 

“Oh-hoh! You naughty boy!” He says flicking his finger over your metal piercing, instantly making you gasp in shock and writhe beneath him. Jimmy is spurred on by your reaction, still holding your leg so you can’t close and hide from him, “Aww…Someone’s sensitive,” Jimmy murmurs while he slicks his fingers through your cunt and strokes your cock. 

“Didn’t think you’d have a cock piercing, pup…” He says gently as his hand strokes and rubs your cunt lips, splaying you out and casually dipping one finger into you. You let out a little embarrassed whine at this, Jimmy just gazing at you and watching your reaction. “I feel like you’re more of a slut than you let on, and you’ve never had anyone in you? So cute…” 

“It just makes me a little more s-sensa-Ahhh!” You choke back a whine when Jimmy suddenly dips his head down and licks a strip up your cunt, teasing your cock. Your hand immediately grabs ahold of his hair, he wastes no time delving back in and flattening his tongue against your cock. Licking around the sides and sucking gently before pulling away and breathing onto your already heated core, “Sensitive?” He teases at your inability to even speak.

He slips right back in, bringing the heat in your core to pulse and throb, his lewd-sucking noises filling the room. Eagerly licking and eating you out, moaning straight into your heat, giving your cock a swirl here and there with his warm tongue pressed flatly against you. 

You cry out and clench your thighs around his head, Jimmy pays you no mind as he continues his attack on your cunt. Trying desperately to bring you closer and closer to the edge, chuckling against your lips as you cry and beg into the hot air. “Close?” He beams at you, slowing his movements until he’s just lightly breathing against your trembling legs. You whine at the sudden loss of sensations,

Jimmy just chuckles a little and pats your thigh gently, caressing and giving you a moment to cool down, he gives a little throat-clearing sound as he pulls back. You couldn't help but stare at the evident bulge inside his pants, straining against the fabric as he loosened his belt to relieve the tightness. You swallow watching his hands work at his zipper, pulling it down to reveal his cute blue briefs. Your eyes couldn’t help but notice the dark stain already seeping through his underwear.  

“Sorry,” He says getting up and ridding himself of his own pants, “I don’t think I could stand that any longer,” He sighs, his fingers pulling at his tie, just enough to slip it over his head and working at the buttons of his shirt. 

Once his shirt was finally off, he stepped closer to the bed. You scoot over to the edge to grasp at his hips, pulling his clothed cock nearer to your watering mouth. Jimmy’s breathing increases in intensity as you quietly inspect his cute member. Your hands gently flow down his hip and stroke down his length, earning a little jump from him as you brush over his head. 

Pulling at his waistband, slowly revealing his cute, hardened length. It twitches lightly in the cold air, you watch as a little bead of precum starts to dribble down the head and threatens to spill down onto the floor. Instinctively your mouth licks his head gently, this makes Jimmy release a breath and tense up at the feeling of your tongue flat against his head.

You swallow and lick the drops leaking from his head, pondering the sweaty flavor and slight salt from it. You eagerly lick a little stripe up one of his veins, tilting your head and brushing your lips against his sensitive under skin. The scent of him was even stronger this close to his heat, you didn’t think people’s musk could be this heavy. Then you quickly remember the scent of your own arousal when you’re by yourself, heavy and pungent, the smell of sex.

“That’s it, oh….Oh yeah, just like that…Just uhm, watch the teeth if you’ve never uhm…” He says gripping your scalp a little and brushing gently over your temple, you nod and hum lightly at this instruction. Mouth moving back up from the base of his cock to gently suck his head, ever so carefully moving his whole length into your mouth.

Jimmy moans finally feeling your hot mouth around his throbbing dick, his head lolling back to feel the sensations, “Oh! Hmmph! Oh you feel so good, so wet,”.

You take a moment to adjust to the feeling of slurping him down your throat, his eager thrusts making you gag a little, messily drooling down your chin. This doesn’t make your movements falter as you sloppily take him deeper into your throat, nose pressing against his fuzzy tummy. 

You can’t help but feel arousal spike in your system hearing the grunts and moans that escape Jimmy’s mouth. He doesn’t hold anything in as he expresses his whines, “Mmm! Oh your mouth was just made for this! Taking my cock like the good boy you are,” his rough thrust catches you off guard as he uses your mouth. A little cough resounds in the back of your throat, gurgling lightly on your own spit.

You feverishly swallow and trace your tongue over his length as he pulls your head further onto him, the tears already spilling down your heated cheeks as he rides himself to completion. His hand braced against the back of your neck, stuffing his cock as deeply as you can feasibly take his length. 

A hot gushing liquid spills down your throat, and before you can choke you force yourself to swallow as much of it as possible. Jimmy groans and keeps praising you as you take his seed, his thumb brushing away the stray hair and wiping your tears as he pulls away from your lips. 

He takes a moment to caress and admire your scarlet face, tear streaks shining upon your abused face. You look dreamily up at him, blinking slowly and collecting yourself as your breathing settles back to normal. 

“Are you alright, kid?” He chuckles petting your head softly, dipping his hand down, and grabbing your chin to angle your face up at him. “I wasn’t too rough?” He asks inspecting you carefully, making sure not to damage his cute little boy. 

You shake your head in a dismissive way, “I-I’m okay…” You manage to choke out, giving him a little thumbs-up for the green light. An amused smile breaks out on Jimmy’s face at your eagerness to continue, “Good boy, you’re doing so well…”. 

“Just…Let me slide up on here, okay?” His voice soothes as he climbs into the bed beside you, wiggling up to the headboard so his back rests against the mound of pillows. His eager cock is already half up and resting against his belly, bobbing with his movements as he gets comfy. 

You pull yourself up with him as his hand guides yours to straddle him, legs on either side as you rest yourself on top of his thighs. “Come on up here, yeah, there you go.” He coaxes you further, grabbing your hips and pulling your slick entrance closer to him. With one hand he strokes himself completely hard again, his fist twisting over his sensitive head as he angles his slick head towards your entrance. You pull your hips over him, sliding your knees out further and opening yourself up to receive him as painlessly as possible. 

“Just like that, slide gently down, let me stretch you out naturally.” He practically moans, rubbing his cock over your slick entrance before sinking your hips gently downward, taking his length. You shudder as you feel your walls resist him slightly, but the build-up of slick quickly sinks him further in. A moan chokes its way out of you, the feeling of being stuffed full gently washes over your body as he fully hilts himself balls-deep. 

You feel your walls clench around his hot length as you two just sit there, connected and breathing in slowly, watching his chest rise and fall. You could feel his heartbeat twitch inside of you. You knew he wanted to desperately start moving, but he wasn’t willing to make you uncomfortable at this moment. 

His thumb just idly strokes your thigh as he breathes out through his nose, admiring your cute body pressing into his, taking him oh so well. He didn’t want this moment to end, the encapsulated beauty of your abused lips parting ever so slightly as you adjusted around him. Furrowed brows of concentration, just reveling in the comfortable bliss of rocking slowly into his hips. 

You can’t help but whimper, rocking yourself feverishly against him, still fully seated on him, with just enough movement to feel his head hit just the right spot. 

“There you go, good boy…” He shifts his hands to grab at your love handles, syncing his thrusts with your own as you move gently against him. “Does that feel good? Hmmm?” He mumbles watching your eyes droop close as you fuck yourself silly. 

A low mewl leaves your lips, body shuddering as you roll your hips against his, leaning back and pulling him out, the tip just nestled gently in your folds. You rock your aching t-dick against his cock, sending sparks through your spine.  

“Use me however you want, my cock is yours,” Jimmy groans, his nails digging into your sides as he thrusts his slick member through your heat, bumping into your cocks head. Jimmy enjoyed seeing the metal bar through your little cock, every particularly hard thrust had you gasping out, body twitching from the overstimulation. 

Before Jimmy could stop himself, the flat of his hand came down and gave your little cock a slap, eliciting a squeal of shock from you. You cover your mouth as you keel over Jimmy, you definitely weren’t expecting that . The sting of his hand still pulsing through your cock, a moan leaking from between your fingers as Jimmy looks at you with a grin.

“Too much?” He asks gently, his hand coming up to brush your shoulder in a comforting manner. You look up with a little pout on your lips, “N-No…Just unexpected,” You chortle out, regaining your composure. A devious little smirk made its way onto your face, a glint sparking in Jimmy’s eyes seeing your reaction. 

Without warning, you angled Jimmy’s cock back into your slick waiting cunt, riding him for all his worth. As soon as you pushed Jimmy back into the bed, the creaking of the frame bounced against the wall. Slick sounds of your cunt hilting Jimmy’s length fully and fucking him at t brutal pace. Your hands splayed across his chest as you watched his tight-knit expression of passion, a choked sound leaving his throat as he tried to keep up with your pace. 

At this point, there was nothing he could do but hold on tight and hope he doesn’t spill his seed in you instantly. His balls tighten as he drives into you further, vigorous thrusting and wanton moans fill the room. You don’t quite pay attention to the quickly building orgasm as you keep hitting that spot that makes your head spin. 

You relax and clench your walls around him, feeling his breathing quickening as he starts stuttering nonsense at you, for once in his life, he was speechless. You keep searching for that spot that’s gonna push you past the edge, a strange feeling filling your lower half. You just try to relax and let it wash over you, deciding that the feeling was absolute fucking bliss. 

Before you knew it, your orgasm hit hard, making you shudder and gasp. Completely cutting through your rhythm, instead, you just sob lightly and try to thrust through your orgasm. Jimmy notices your pace slowing pace and grabs your hips, taking over for you and hammering you from down below. 

“Come on, baby boy….So fucking good! Come on, cum all over my cock!” He yelps, feeling his own release nearing as he hilts your thrusting deeply so his seed reaches the deepest part of your insides. His hot load coats your insides as you let out another sob, another shudder passing through your body as you feel a warmth gushing around his cock. 

You pant and whine lightly above him, holding him close as you fucking soak his thighs with your release. Jimmy is panting as he slowly thrusts into you, watching in amazement as he sees your wet drip down his cock. 

“Oh, oh….Mmmm…Oh sweety, did that feel good?” He says gently bringing you closer to his sweaty chest. “My goodness, what was that? Did you really just squirt all over me?” He giggles lightly fluffing your hair as he completely envelopes your shaking and sweaty body. His twitching cock now softening inside you, just holding you close as you both bask in the afterglow of your release

“Oh my, you’re so precious…Your first time with me and you squirt from all that pleasure?” He kisses your temple gently, stroking your back. You just close your eyes in exhaustion, your orgasm hit way harder than you thought, and your legs burn from all the work you just did. 

“Mmmm…Shhhh….Shhhh…It’s alright, I know you felt so good.” He shushes you gently, still leaving little kisses on your head while his warm arms embrace you gently. 

“Good boy…Get some rest, kiddo…” He says rocking you gently as your mind slips into sleep. 

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a real quote from Lalo Salamanca

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I have not had the gumption to write for a bit, or really do... anything in a while, and I'm finally trying to write a Jimmy x Reader fic and im not having a good time. It's so hard having major depression and literally nothing to balance it, I can't even do the things I like, much less the things I need to...

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Mike Ehrmantraut x ftm! Reader

Chapter 3!

Tags: sfw, Walter white(derogatory)

“So…How was it?” Jesse said almost tentatively, his words barely processing in your tired brain. You let it soak and ruminate before realizing what he meant, ah the date. His eyes watched you a little from the porch outside, an ashtray and a cigarette held in his hands as he leaned against the metal framing. He looked a little better than the other day, finally able to get more than a few hours of interrupted sleep, he gently scratched the side of his head while you thought of a response. 

“I liked it.” You said unsure of the words you wanted to choose, with so many bouncing around in your head apparently, those were the best ones you could dig up at first. Jesse gave you a strange look, you let out a low chuckle, knowing those didn’t quite sum up your time. 

“I enjoyed it, the food was honestly trash, but the conversations made up for it.” A smile rose to your face, Jesse’s eyes widened a little and he nodded his head. Mediocre food and good conversation between two people, seem to count towards an overall swell time. 

“Yeah?” He snuffed his cigarette out and decided to finally come back inside, he gently closed the sliding door shut and locked it. 

“You guys do anything after?” His voice sounded a little teasing, your gaze came back up from pouring creamer into your coffee, and a wide smirk appeared on your face. You let him watch you closely, he was trying to figure out if you were joking, sparks flying in his brain igniting into a dumpster fire of possibilities.

Jesse’s eyes widened, “You-” his mouth gaped lightly, pointing at you. “-Oh, come on what did you do?” Jesse demanded, trying to stay serious but with a giant grin on his face. He approached the island in the kitchen and leaned over it, eyes straining on your face as if he could rip the story from you with sheer pressure. 

“Nothing like that, Jesse…” You scolded, his brows still raised giving you a suspicious look. “Buuut,” You drawled slowly, “We did kiss.” You looked at him almost proud, Jesse practically jumped up, excitement in his eyes. 

“Yooooo!” He came closer to you and slapped your back, “You’re a total player now!” He cheered, you scoffed a little and tried holding back a laugh. Your hand slips around the coffee mug to sip at the warm liquid, tongue practically melting into the flavor. 

“So, you’re like into him?” He said humorously, a tiny smile still tugging at his lips. You let out a low sigh through your nose, pondering quietly at his remark. 

“I’ll be honest, I’m not sure how this normally goes, but I do like him. I’d like to get to know him, I just hope he doesn’t ghost me, y’know?” Your lips falter into a straight line, brow furrowed as anxiety settles in your stomach like a bad taste. 

“I mean, unfortunately, that kinda comes with the territory,” Jesse says giving you a little pat, “Not everyone is a winner, and if they leave you high and dry they’re not worth your time of day, yo. You gotta find someone who knows your worth,” He explained, honestly, it was a little strange hearing such comforting words coming from his mouth. Usually, it was the other way around, you consoling him after another stupid fight with his on-and-off girlfriend of the month. 

 “Thanks, Jesse.” Your voice tinged with sincerity, he just nodded his head a little and withdrew his hand from your shoulder. A deep sigh calmed your nerves a little, no point in worrying about something that may or may not happen. 

“Oh, by the way, uhm Mr.White left you a voice mail earlier, I heard the tail end of it,” You mentioned as Jesse was about to saunter away, he looked back at the landline and let out an aggravated noise, he stomped his foot over and clicked a few buttons, a buzz sounded from the device “Voice mail deleted.” Chimed the little robot voice. 

Jesse looked a little pissed, “Asshole…” He mumbled at the phone, looking back up at you to see your confused look. 

“He uh, listen we got into a fight, and we split ways for a little bit. So until he apologizes, he can kiss my ass,” Jesse sneered into the phone as if Mr.White could possibly hear him through the dead landline. Your brows raised a little, “Oh, okay. Noted,” you replied gently pouring more coffee into your dwindling cup. 

Jesse seemed satisfied as he sauntered away back into his little hole of a bedroom, you just shook your head a little with a smile. 

You wondered just how long this break from his partner was going to be, they always seemed to be scrambling about something every other day. You assumed Jesse would falter and slink back to him once their little tantrums were finally burnt out, you assumed anyway. 

Finally deciding your bowels had enough coffee to start your day, you drained the rest down the sink and left it for later. You had a few things to run around and do today, hopefully, it’ll keep your mind occupied enough to not allow you to brew upon any mishaps. 

The first stop was the local Lough Depot, apparently, Jesse’s little cooking batch he made with Badger had absolutely roached your garbage disposal. You didn’t even want to bother calling the landlord. No fucking way was he gonna pull that shit out and evict you two because Jesse was an idiot, your mediocre handyman skills will have to do. Besides, you’ll just buy a whole new unit and slap it in, most work you’ll have to do is use an allen wrench and maybe get some new plumbing tape. 

To the plumping section it is, you thought idly passing by aisles upon aisles of tools and things you really shouldn’t be looking at. Lest they tempt you into buying more bullcrap tool sets that you don’t need, you turned your gaze away and tried to focus. 

God, why were there so many units? You held up your current garbage disposal’s serial code, trying desperately to decide if just any unit would work. They have to be universal, right? Your brow furrowed as you bent over looking at the lower shelf, trying to decide upon a cheap and easy fix. 

“Oh, hey, (Y/n)! I uh, didn’t expect to see you here!” Came an almost cheery voice, your head snapped to the side, and saw a face you didn’t expect. You stood up straight and faced him finally, “Mr.White, oh I’m sorry, I didn’t even notice you, I was uh…Looking at garbage disposals…” You trailed off, your eyes looking at his cart full of strange supplies. Lots of high-quality tubing and multiple gallons of…Ethynol? 

“Did yours break?” He asked, stating the obvious, but just being polite. You nodded your head, a little flash of anxiety flowing through you. “Uhm yeah, I just…Didn’t realize how many garbage disposals there were, does it really matter which one?” You laughed a little, Walter looked a little intrigued but stepped closer, inspecting the bar code you held in your hand.

“No, no. I think they’re all about the same, do you know if you have standard piping sizes?” He asked bending down and looking at the models. Your eyes widened at his intentions of helping you, “Just the standard, I think 1 and a half inches, yeah.” You murmured out as he grabbed a box and flipped it over, inspecting the back text for a second. He leans back up and hands you the large box, “I think this one will do, obviously keep the receipt if I’m wrong.” He nods his head a little and gives a small shrug. 

“Shit, I mean…Thanks, Walter…” You felt embarrassed, he practically just played father for you, helping his lost child in the department store. Walter shook his hands at you, dismissing your words, “It’s no problem, really, I just happened to be around.” He smiled a little at you, he stayed quiet for a moment before opening his mouth again. 

You just watched as he seemed to hesitate before you, not wanting to step on any toes, “Hey, while I’ve got you here, did you happen to see Jesse anytime recently?” He asked, sordid and casual, your brow raised a little as he seemed to stutter before you. 

 “Yeah, actually he told me you two were in a fight?” You said rather, matter of factly, you really didn’t wanna play any social games right now. Walter closed his mouth and nodded his head slowly, a low chuckle came from his mouth, a small sound of “ah” came from him. 

“We had a disagreement on workload sharing, he’s been stressed and never told me until it was too late,” He explained intertwining his fingers together, you felt a little twinge inside you, yeah that sounded like Jesse. 

“I tried to talk to him, but you know how he is…Likes to yell a lot and then throw a fit, I think he just needs some time away.” Walter continued, you nodded your head a little, wondering why he was possibly telling you all this. 

Mostly you were grateful, it really wasn’t often that Jesse said anything until it was too late, and you were picking him up from the local jail along with Badger or Skinny Pete. 

“I didn’t really realize, I’ve been a little busy recently, and now I feel like an ass…” You mumbled a little, Walter just shook his head at you, “No, don’t think like that!” He waved his hands, “Jesse keeps these things to himself, you know he tries playing hard ass…He’s young and stupid,” He says, a little chuckle coming from him. 

At this point, you just let out a little sigh, “Yeah, I mean. I get it.” your shoulders shrugged a little, adjusting the box under your arm a little. 

Walter looked just about done with his ramblings, he saw you looking a little antsy and ready to depart from this giant toolbox of a store. 

“Well, anyways, I’m glad you’re doing good,” Walter decided to wrap it up, a small smile on his face, it was abruptly interrupted by a large bought of coughing. He backed up a little and held his hand over his mouth, a single hand raised at you as you watched with concern. 

“Walter, are you-” You stepped beside him and patted his back gently, he just let out another gut-wrenching cough, it sounded like he had the worst case of whooping cough you’d ever heard. 

“I’m fine- I just….I need a second.” He said wiping his mouth a little, you immediately saw scarlet hues upon his open hand. Alarm voices rang through you, instantly holding his lower back as you coaxed him up. 

“Walter, holy shit, you are not fine.” You said with your brows furrowed, Walter just wiped his hand off on his dark pants leg. He glanced a little at you with an exhausted look, eyes just watching him closely. 

You were not daft when it came to medical things, your first thought was pneumonia or a severe upper respiratory infection, but his gaze felt a little different. Knowing eyes stared at you as all the other ideas slipped away, what ever this was he had been dealing with it and it no longer surprised him when blood came up. 

“I’m fine.” He states firmly, you had an idea, but you wouldn’t dare ask out loud. You nod firmly and pry no further, just letting your hand slip from his back as you stepped away. Walter looked a little calmer, understanding that you weren’t going to try to dig into his personal business. 

“Hey, do you maybe need help with your stuff? It’s pretty heavy…” You say extremely gently, Walter just lets out a small snort. “Yeah, okay.” He nods at you. 

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“Jesus, what are you doing with all this anyways?” You pant a little, sweating in the summer heat as you tried cramming all his stuff into his vehicle. Tetris was apparently a valuable lesson as you fit everything in, carefully pushing everything together so as not to slam around in his back seat while driving. 

“I’ve got an entire deck that needs repainting, and a bunch of unexpected molds in my floorboards, can you believe it?” He coughed a little, closing the trunk of his car and leaning against it. 

“Yeah, that’s a lotta work…I remember when my dad had me help build a new deck with him. Tearing down the old one was easy, it was practically rotting away.” You nodded, a whole ordeal you were glad you didn’t have to deal with. 

“I guess if you ever need any help, just uh call Jesse’s landline,” You breathed out, fixing your shirt. Walter seemed to think on this a little, nodding his head, “Yeah, okay.” He accepted lightly. 

“Hey, and tell Jesse for what it’s worth, I’m not angry at him, I really do want this to work out,” Walter states pulling at his shirt, trying to fan himself off in the heat. 

“Alright, I will. See you if I see you,” you wave a little and leave Walter in the parking lot, traversing through to find your little shit box amongst the rows.  

Your brain kept replaying the moment between Walter and you inside the store, your heart dropped a little wondering if he was as sick as you thought. You hoped he wasn’t, but part of you knew the truth, that he probably had some kind of cancer. Just another damn thing to tug at your heartstrings. 

You let out a little sigh as you climbed into your boiling hot car, throwing the garbage disposal into the passenger seat and buckling in. 

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TWD X FTM!Reader

Pairings: Gabriel Stokes x ftm!reader

Tags: funny, sfw, kissing

“Come on !” Daryl groaned as he chased you across the grass, his fingers just out of reach as he tried grabbing your collar. Your feet slipped through the grass as you hauled ass through Alexandria’s backyards, hopping a local fence and skidding on the other side. You bolted down two houses and ran for the church, hoping he hadn’t seen you pass that direction. You knew you couldn’t run forever, but maybe if you hid around you could avoid him long enough that he wouldn’t be pissed at you once he finally found you. 

It was a hope anyway. 

You barged into the church, closing the doors rapidly and glancing around, your eyes immediately met a familiar face. Shit, you hoped maybe he wouldn’t be here. 

“Is…Everything okay?” Gabriel said, a concerned look gracing his features, he didn’t seem as concerned as he observed the large grin on your face. 

“I have to hide. I’m not here, okay?” You said quickly pushing past him and ducking under his desk crawling into the hiding space. He made a strange sound of surprise as you ducked down there, his footsteps rapidly approaching, you watched as he bent down to peer at you. You just observed his face a little, admiring his soft features. 

“...Who are you hiding from?” He asked in a hushed tone, his one good eye looking around as if he’d see them pop out of nowhere. 

“I uh, made Daryl pissed, okay?” You say quietly, trying to shoo him away, Gabriel just blinked at you, his lips parting as if to say something. “...Really?” He asked sounding exasperated, he swore you were like a little kid who just broke someone’s window and now was hiding from being punished. 

You raised your brows and waved your hand at him again, panic rising in your chest that he would give away your hiding spot.

“Okay then…” He stood up and sighed a little, you just grinned and shrunk back into the space, trying not to breathe too heavily as you caught your breath again. 

Just then you heard the church doors fling open, Gabriel was still standing near the desk, and you felt your heart drop… Uh oh, Daryl had already sniffed you out. 

“Oh, Daryl, has Rick called a meeting?” He asked patiently, ignoring Daryl’s huffing form, he could tell he was mad, but he brushed it off. 

“You seen that lil’ brat?” Daryl’s voice snapped, looking around for any sign of you, you practically held your breath.

There was a slight pause between the two, you imagined Gabriel giving Daryl a confused look. Please for the love of god, please play along… You begged inside your head. 

“I’m sorry, I’ve been in here working on stuff alone this whole time.” You heard Gabriel chuckle a little after saying this, his voice sounded sincere. “Also, I’m not sure who the brat is that you’re looking for.” He said gently, Daryl practically rolled his eyes at him. He felt something was off, but Gabriel didn’t give him time as he sat down at his desk and pulled himself closer. 

Your eyes widened as you saw Gabriel’s legs come into view, he blocked out most of the light and shielded your body from Daryl’s possible gaze if he decided to go snooping around in here. You tried to make yourself smaller as he scooted closer. His hand came down and rested on his knee, giving you a raised hand sign, a little ‘don’t move until I say it’s clear’. 

“You’re a terrible liar,” Daryl’s quiet voice sounded through the quiet church, your blood went cold. Gabriel just chuckled a little giving a shrug, “Okay, you got me. He ran through here and went out the back window, I was supposed to distract you.” He admitted to him, a perfect lie, you practically grinned at his quick lies on your behalf. 

“You might still catch him, he’s probably gonna hide in Rick’s house.” He commented, you watched quietly as he leaned over the desk, you heard the scratch of a pen against paper. Daryl cursed a little and you heard his heavy boot steps retreat back outside, you stayed perfect still watching Gabriel’s hand still stay posed up. His fingers relaxed a little, giving you a little thumbs up. 

You let out a deep laugh as he scooted back allowing you to pop back up, he was also grinning like an idiot. 

“What did you do?” Gabriel asks gently, his hand resting on your head and fluffing your hair. You just gave him big puppy dog eyes while you rested your chin on his knee. 

“Nothing…” You mumbled softly, avoiding his raised brow as if scorning you with his eyes would make you spill your sins. He was a priest…but you for sure weren’t spilling anything to him. 

He just sighed and continued patting your head as he leaned back into the chair, “He’s right, you are a brat.” He chuckled teasingly at you, his fingers brushing down the side of your face. 

You just whined at him and leaned into his touch, “So…” You grumbled a little, Gabriel just laughed and gave you a little kiss on the forehead. “What am I gonna do with you?” He said slowly, brushing his thumb over your bottom lip, you just gave him a pouting look from on the floor. 

“Kiss me?” You suggested with a small blush, you got up on your knees and leaned forward, Gabriel just leaned in with you. His hands gently grasped the side of your head and the back of your neck, lips brushing against your own gently. You pushed against his a little rougher, giving him an open mouth kiss and peppering his face with kisses.

He opened his eyes a little and stared down at you as you pulled back, his thumb still brushing over your cheek as he looked into your eyes. You blinked slowly, admiring his little grin, you brought your hand up to cover his with your own. You pulled his hand away and kissed his fingers, looking up at him through your lashes.  

“Love you,” Your voice breaks the silence as you stand up and lean down to hug him, his arms circle around your back as he also stands up allowing him to embrace you back. His hands stroke your head as you nuzzle into his chest. 

Completely ignoring the harsh gaze of Daryl through the window. Oh well, he could yell at you later.

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TWD x Reader Blippit

WTD x FTM!Reader, you’re friends with Rick and here’s just some bs that you’ve experienced in your life during the apocalypse. 

Tags: Blood, gore, non-sexual nudity, hugs, Negan bickering with you, platonic Rick Grimes x reader

Word count: 1,943

Whatever he saw in you, kept you alive and safe. Nothing else but a thread holding on for dear life, and you bit and fought every step of the way. It was honestly disastrous; it took you months to acclimate being with actual humans again. Not just hiding amongst the walkers and rot of the world, you weren’t used to not smelling like corpses.

Not used to the touch of clean water spreading over your back as you scrubbed away every long day and sin you had unearthed. The sponge was probably the softest thing you had felt against your skin, not the dull blade of a knife against your throat, and Rick’s soft eyes pleading with you to allow him to help you.

It wasn’t your first encounter with Rick Grimes, you had originally met him around the time he reunited with his wife, and you stayed with his little group before disappearing. Rick assumed you either died or slipped from his life, he had other people to take care of, and he couldn’t look for a random man he just happened upon.

The next meeting was an accident, your rugged form appeared from the shadows while walkers swarmed his camp, quickly cleaving the heads as they snapped and gnashed their rotting teeth at his small group. When everything had calmed down, and you removed your blade from a rotting eye socket, all eyes turned to you. A foreigner suddenly appeared in Rick’s camp while they all tried to sleep soundly, you were a threat.

You took this moment to allow Rick to puff up and practically manhandle you, his fingers gripping your collar so hard he practically lifted you off the forest floor, “Who. Are. You?” He snapped, his angry snarl in your face, you didn’t honestly recognize him until you saw his sweating face shining in the moonlight.

Your dull eyes blinked slowly, fingers just grabbing his wrists, trying to breathe slowly, “Rick?” You prodded him gently. His eyes widened, shock reaching his face as his fingers slipped open, allowing your feet to hit the ground again.

“You’re alive?” He asked gently, he stepped away giving you some space, the people near Rick seemed to calm down as he raised his hand for them to lower their arms. A few questioning glances still scraped at your skin; you were very much aware of how dangerous of a move you pulled. You could have easily earned a bullet to the skull by saving random people in the woods.

But god were you glad you did, it felt like karma that you had chanced upon him. The lowest you had ever felt before, and now by some stupid game of life, you had found another friend in this desolate world.

Why was it him? You chuckled, Rick’s face just twinged with confusion, “I left to find my best friend, he was…Gone by the time I found him. I’ve been alone since then until I ran into you guys.” You commented slowly, your eyes peered around to observe his little group, you noticed Carl and blinked in surprise. He had gotten a lot taller; he was still just a little kid though, a smile came to your lips as he watched you curiously from behind his dad. You also noticed the gun in his hand, good.

“You’ve been…Alone?” He asked, giving you a worried look, his hands brushed over your shoulders inspecting you, as if he were to see a bite mark or something.

“Bull shit, no one lasts that long out here, he’s got to have a group.” A snarl ripped from the crowd, and your eyes met face-to-face with the most distrusting look you had ever seen. His long hair framed his face a little, his crossbow still brandished in your direction.

“Come on, Daryl, I trust him,” Rick said, stepping closer to Daryl, his hand raised gently trying to block his gaze from your form. “He saved me in the city with Glenn, he’s a good person.” He tried coaxing Daryl to lay his weapon down again.

Daryl’s eyes flicked between you and Rick, you could see the gears working in his head, a frown pulling at his lips. He cursed and let the crossbow fall towards the ground, a snarl still on his face. Rick was nodding slowly at him, “You have every right to distrust him, you don’t know him, but I do. Please,” He said firmly, you just kept your guard down, you didn’t want Daryl to think you were a problem.

This was Rick’s group, and right now he was the only one to give you the courtesy of trust, the others just shuffled around with each other at Rick’s command. You felt relief wash over yourself as Daryl abruptly turned around and paced away from the circle, needing some air.

Rick’s gaze was back on you, you stayed quiet, awaiting his verdict.

“You’re not gonna live long out there by yourself, join us. I know you’ll help,” He offered, his eyes searching yours slowly, you almost saw a glimpse of desperation in his eyes. At this point you had realized just how worn down he and his group looked, your eyes skimming over hungry and tired faces.

You closed yours momentarily, a slow breath leaving your nose, you almost glared at him. “Okay.” You nodded, Rick returned the nod, his hand coming up and brushing over his face as if to clear the anxiety. His hands met his hips and he stood there for a moment, just relaxing before you.

“Good, this is good.” He said to himself, “Okay, how about we try to get some rest then, you look exhausted you should sleep. I’ll watch with Daryl, okay?” Rick said, addressing everyone as they slowly settled back down into their bedding on the forest floor.

Body practically just wilting right there, you curled around yourself as you tried your best to sleep.

That was forever ago, you had stayed with Rick’s group for quite some time, bonding with everyone much to your dismay. You couldn’t help but want to get along with everyone, but the realization that you might lose them drove you nuts.

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“What’s up, kitty?” Negan smirked slapping your back, you frowned and glared at him through sweaty brows.

“Kitty?” Your voice mocked harshly, Negan’s grin never slipped as he bent down and raked a little at the garden, “Yeah, since apparently you just don’t stay dead. How many lives you got left?” He teased glancing at you while moving aside for you to plant a few potato spuds into the dirt.

“Negan, what the fuck are you talking about?” Your confusion furthered, and your hands gently scraped loose soil over the spud, patting the ground over it.

A laugh escaped his lips, “I heard from a little birdy that apparently you’ve disappeared three times before and you just keep showing back up.” His voice trailed as he worked the hard soil, upturning it and revealing little worms and grubs digging around. He poked at them with the rake and continued on, “What’s with that? Do you have a secret lover somewhere? Let me guess, he’s a walker!”

You roll your eyes trying to ignore his coy remarks, “Uh huh, sure.” You mumbled trying to avoid this conversation, as much as you liked Negan’s rambling, sometimes it’s too much.

“Is it true Rick found you in the woods naked?” Your hands stopped scraping the dirt and you looked up at him, realizing he had been staring at you the whole time. He was sassily leaning against the wooden pole of the rake, his eyes glinting at you as he just smiled.

“Who told you that?” You said casually, just observing him, his grin widened like the Cheshire cat.

“He did, didn’t he!” He whistled at you and made a small motion with his hand, “Oh that is glorious! What the hell were you doing out there?” He said, eagerly awaiting an explanation. You honestly weren’t sure you wanted to relive that moment, not that you cared what Negan thought, it was just…Something that still haunts you a little.

“I was…Surviving…” You said slowly, brows knitting together, Negan just watched you quietly as you tried to gather your words. “I’m surprised he didn’t shoot me, mistaking me for a walker with all the blood on me.” You murmur, remembering the feeling of just being scared.

Blood, everywhere, not yours. It coated your body, The look of wide eyes, body stepping back away from a form you didn’t recognize, Rick’s gun was pointed at you. His words garbling inside your brain, all you knew was one wrong move and you’d be dead. Perhaps not fighting this once was good, god you felt so tired…Did it even matter?

You fell into the tall grass, your eyes watching the barrel of his colt python fall, he looked relieved. You closed your eyes, feeling the sun’s heat wash over your body, finally allowing yourself to slow down. A moment of reprieve.

The next thing you didn’t expect was to feel Rick’s arm circling around your body carefully, a hug. He was just embracing you in the dirt, the blood staining your skin and the stench of death didn’t seem to deter him. Neither did your naked form either, he just peeled off his jacket and wrapped it around you, gently zipping it up to cover your form.

It was a long time before you finally recovered from being alone and mentally unstable living in the woods. You desperately wanted to get better, to be a person again, to feel safe again. The only reason it happened was a lot of kindness and patience from Rick. He looked past the damage and coaxed you gently back to reality.

You eagerly put your hand in his, trusting him completely.

Negan’s face drew you back to reality, he almost looked concerned for you. Your brows rose and you shook yourself out of it, the feeling leaving your body a little cold. A shiver ran up your spine, “Yeah, it was pretty bad.” You said, not really wanting to tell Negan every stupid detail he wanted.

“And you two are just…” He interrupted, a chuckle leaving his mouth, obviously not satisfied with your short answer. “...Normal after that?” He asked, squinting at you a little.

“What you think I’d end my story with, ‘ and then we fucked ’?” Your scrunched face glared at him, he pursed his lips and made a thoughtful face. “I mean, that would be a hell of a lot more entertaining than ‘we’re just really good friends ’ and all that shit!” He slapped his leg a little and sighed, finishing the garden beds while you continued to plant the potato spuds.

“Yeah, that’s exactly how it went, also Rick is straight.” You pointed out, Negan just shook his head a little.

“Also, who spilled to you all that?” You shot your head back up again, now it was Negan’s turn to avoid you, “No one, I just happen to hear a lot of things.” He commented getting down and helping you finish up the work in the beds, clearing the dirt from his fingers.

“Whatever…Also don’t you dare water these, leave them alone.” You comment harshly, getting up and brushing the dirt from your pants, Negan just raised his hands in defense, nodding his head at your instructions.

“Alright, alright, garden sensei.” He said with a large grin on his face, trying to look small and innocent, you just frowned down at him before shaking your head and giving a small smile at him.

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Writing a walking dead fic because I've literally had so many ideas, but never realized I could write one? Also I am not satisfied by literally anyone elses TWD fics,

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My Pup

My Pup, 

Lalo x FTM!Reader, 

Tags: mentions of top surgery scars, sub/dom, kissing, teasing, pup play

word count: 857

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YOU!! You may be in my circle of "people who get me."

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My Pup

My Pup, 

Lalo x FTM!Reader, 

Tags: mentions of top surgery scars, sub/dom, kissing, teasing, pup play

word count: 857

“Come on, pup, wake up.” You felt a hand brush gently over your shoulder, his touch light as he caressed you while you tried sleeping soundly. Tried was the attempt, and failed you did, you let out a low whine of displeasure at his actions. 

“You cannot be in bed all day, the sun says to wake up,” Lalo called again, his voice sounded bright but held an edge you knew all too well. It was your second warning, and up you were at this, you saw his smile widen as he looked at your alert form. 

“I’m up, I’m up…” You said trying to shake the tiredness from your body like raindrops that weighed you down, wanting nothing more but to plunk back into the sheets and sleep your day away. 

Lalo’s hand met your scalp as he brushed back the stray and wild wisps, he scratched your head as if to praise you for obedience, and you let out a soft hum of approval at his gestures. 

He chuckled lightly seeing your eyelids droop and lean into his touch. “Get up and get dressed, my pup, we have some things to do today.” He said calmly, messing your hair up before removing himself from your space and checking the gun he had placed on the dresser the night before. 

“Things?” You parroted back slowly, your mind could only begin to think of what business Lalo had to attend to, cartel work and all. He never took you with him if it concerned something dangerous or highly profound. He kept his pup safe, your mind and body relaxed,  trusting in his decisions, if you were to go with him you knew you’d be alright. 

Lalo just made a noise of agreement as you finally got off the bed and went towards the bathroom, already stripping your clothes and throwing them into the laundry bin. Lalo stopped what he was doing to appreciate your form, his eyes skimming over you gently, and gave a little whistle, “You can’t go around public like that, pup, as much as I’d like it…” He gave you a little grin as you finally glanced at him with raised eyebrows. 

“I’m…I-I’m going to shower,” You quickly dismissed his playful gaze and yet to come witty remark, he just laughed a little and let you slip into the shower uninterrupted. 

The shower was quick as you knew Lalo was not patient, he had already been up for a couple of hours his calmness in the early mornings did not last long if he had work on his mind. Your hand ran down your chest, brushing off excess water droplets as you skimmed over your top surgery scars. You smiled fondly, thanking whatever god out there that your boyfriend was a wealthy cartel member who loved to shower his baby with money. 

Normally you would not allow someone to ever pay for something like that, but Lalo was persuasive and charming, “Let me do this for you, mi amor,” He hardly allowed any words of refusal from you, “Seriously, I wipe my ass with this kind of money, you’re worth it, and think how good you’ll feel afterward. A weight off your chest, literally,” He chuckled kissing the side of your mouth. 

A decision you sat on for a long time, before finally saying yes. Lalo was incredibly happy and worked with you to decide on a doctor he trusted, he worked a little cartel magic and got you in way earlier than you’d ever imagine. It was quite effortless for you, and honestly, you were glad, to have Lalo by your side supporting you every step of the way. 

Your fingers dug through the top drawer, searching for an outfit for today, just a pair of washed jeans and a black button-up. When you were finally done Lalo had traversed back into the room, checking up on your progress, he stopped behind you as you brought a belt through your pant’s loop. His hands circled around your waist and interrupted your own, tightening your belt and securing the clasp while he pushed his form into your back. His lips immediately started kissing down the shell of your ear and down your neck. Heated breath fanned your neck, a slight shiver ran up your spine as he gripped you closer with his hands on your hips. 

Your body instantly relaxed into his form behind you, he made a pleased sound as he nipped your throat, bringing a bubble of a moan from you, “I’d ravage you if you hadn’t just showered,” He gave a particularly hash bite as his fingers grazed down across your clothed stomach. He sighed and pulled away abruptly, leaving you to whine at his absence, “But, we’ve got some work to do, yeah?” He smiled while patting your cheek, you just glared at him highly annoyed by his teasing actions. 

You whined and walked after him, “That’s not fair, Lalo!” You trailed behind him, he just stared forward and whistled a little tune, “Should have woken up earlier, my little pup.” He teased and looked back at you to wink. 

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Can't fucking draw, I was trying to draw slutty Lalo and I can't even do that, gonna kill myself now.

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hey bestie you mikepilled me

Got 'em boys! Hit em with the "I like old men" stick!

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Anytime I wanna write I get the "I WANNA DO THIRTEEN THINGS AT ONCE AHHHHHH WHAT SHOULD I DO, AH I NEED TO LAUNDRY AHHHH I HAVEN'T EATEN, AHHHHHHH" and thus spiral into the fourth dimension