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    frantic fanfic but w wine

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    i now realise i want these to be a playlist

    (kerry x cary)

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    Will is the only member of the party who has no experience in the wonderful world of not-your-own-left-hand.
    Mike wants to show him what he’s missing.

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    Mike says again, “Let me show you.”

     

    Fuck him. Oh, what the fuck. Fuck them both.

     

    “What do you mean?” he asks.

     

    “Will, come on,” he says. “You know what I mean. Do you want to?”

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    24 Dec 2025

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    Because they are his, the girls, aren’t they. They live in his house. They smoke his meth and eat his food and spend his money and sleep in his bed and sometimes they fuck him, though it’s not really about that. He just got sick of coming back to an empty fucking house, every single night. So here they are. Does that not make them his?

    Apparently that means they’re Lalo’s, now, too.

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    16 Nov 2025

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    cutting just a little into the muscle of his bicep like it’s on purpose, like, look right here.

    The movie flickers across the perfect mirror of his eyes.

    She whines. Turns her head to try to kiss Lalo’s neck, can’t quite reach. Have they done this before? They must have done this before. Still neither one of them is looking at Nacho. Even though they’re talking about him. It’s like he isn’t even fucking here.

    Smiling, smiling. Sometimes it’s like the motherfucker has rigor mortis. Often Nacho wonders what he’ll look like when he finally bites it. Nacho spends a lot more time wondering things about Lalo than he’d like to. It pisses him off that he takes up so much space inside his head, that from the moment he stepped into it he’s consumed so much of his life, but it—what’s he supposed to do about it. It’s Lalo. Wherever he goes he just expands outwards, eats up every spare inch of space. He’s like a human black hole. Like a tar pit. Everything eventually falls into him.

    He’s seen coyotes with that same look in their eyes.

    And in the next second or two he’s gonna do what Lalo wants him to. It’s just a matter of forcing himself to move.

    That Lalo doesn’t have to apply any force at all. Never has to threaten him. Never has to put a gun to his head, metaphorical or otherwise. The force is already being applied elsewhere. Nacho is already, always, on his knees. Someone else is holding him there.

    He stands up first. He is not going to fucking crawl.

    He wears his pants so fucking tight. His dick isn’t even hard and that feels offensive, somehow. Feels like, what’s even the point of this then.

    God, he used to do this all the time, likes doing it, or at least he did when sex was still something he did because it turned him on, felt good, and wasn’t just a habit or way to get out of his head or put himself to sleep or just pass the time or fill up some kind of void. Not that it ever did. Nothing ever even touches the sides. The hollow places inside him are growing.

    His eyes have darkened, pooling black and liquid and there’s a focus there, narrowed in, and there’s a smear of colour across the high points of his cheekbones.

    Somehow it feels almost worse that she’s into it. That Amber is, that they both are. That nobody here except him seems to realise he isn’t here because he wants to be.

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    “They had to leave the bullet in,” he says. “When I got shot.” 

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    16 Nov 2025

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    Lalo nudges his knee between Nacho’s thighs and he realises with a sharp jolt that he’s hard. How. From what, from this? From Lalo, trying to dig a hole in his shoulder and breathing in his face? 
    Maybe he drugged him. It’s not impossible.

    Nacho thinks, hopes, at least, Christ, because if he’s into it, really into it, at least Nacho can use this—can get something out of it

    “Is this what your girls are into? This dead fish pillow princess thing?” 

    Could’ve held him face down on the counter and fucked him like that, let it be rough and mean, let him hate it, plain and simple. 

    Never been like this on his own, or with girls, not quite like this, no matter how wound up he’s been—he wonders is this how it feels for them, for women, this, this starving void. Or maybe it’s just him

    “Wait.” Nacho puts his hand on Lalo’s stomach, feels the muscle under there, tense through his shirt. Lalo looks up at him, questioning, impatient, maybe. He wants this. Nacho holds onto that, through the fear, through the hatred, the humiliation. Grips it tightly. Lalo wants him.

    Nacho wants to break his fucking fingers.

     

    also this from joyride:
    There’s a tremor in his thigh where Lalo’s hand was.

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    Negan's less than thrilled about the arrangement he has with the Croat, especially since the man is more than willing to intervene in his life when it suits his needs. And when the Croat's newest intervention gets Maggie involved, things take a turn for the intense.

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    16 Oct 2025

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    It's a good kind of pain. Maggie gave it to him.

    "But I guess I could beg for you, since you wanna hear it so bad."

    Maggie shifts under him, flushed and breathless, and she pushes his head away from her soft skin, hands falling away from him. Negan looks up at her and sits back on his heels, his eyebrows raised in the slightest expression of amusement.
    "And you think your place is anywhere near me?" she asks, a biting tone lurking just beneath the surface.
    He moves back farther, situating himself over her knees. "I think my place is wherever you want it to be."

    Maggie twists herself to the side, and Negan moves with her, totally willing to let her use him how she sees fit.

    It's not forgiveness, but, as far as he's concerned, it's in the same goddamn family.

    "You want this?" he asks. If she says no, he's gonna have to find a way to jerk off without making this awkward

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    Maggie just wants a break, a way to forget everything that's happened. Negan is more than willing to be her relaxation method of choice.

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    16 Oct 2025

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    "You don't want me to beg?" Negan's hands are up, showing off his empty palms. His tone has a touch of humor, but there's a twitch of frustration in his jaw, maybe exasperation at their constant circling. She doesn't care. "It wouldn't tickle you, not the littlest goddamn bit, to have me begging on my knees, just so you could say no?"

    The eagerness is almost enough to put Maggie off this whole thing

    "It feels like it might be a little bit about me."