#at least I enjoyed the hot dogs 😭 I'll try to think of that as I suffer for the next 6 to 18 hours

[undead-potatoes]

Just ate two hot dogs with a shitton of crispy fried onions, and THEN remembered I can't really eat onions bc it fucks with my IBS

help

[slamminslamminmcgill]

hii!! i love your lalo x ftm reader posts and i was wondering if you could do smut with a sick reader who’s head is just very foggy in a fever dream and lalo takes care of them 😵‍💫😵‍💫

not sure if this is what you meant by taking care of them (my SINCEREST apologies if not 😭) but lalo somnomanca my beloved 😌

warning: cnc, somno. dead dove: do not eat

anatomical terms: pussy

Yeah, I never sleep much. An hour, maybe two. It's enough. When it's like this... that's when I can think. I get my best ideas when everybody else is asleep. Some people, they call it a curse. I like it.

Lalo never slept much, but this past week, it seemed like the only thing you did. You'd gotten some sort of bug, nothing too serious, but it was beating the shit out of you. You ran a pretty high fever and you were exhausted 24/7. Lalo's people were great, making sure you had everything you need. His cook Yolanda made the best damn soup you'd ever had, and he even had a cartel doctor stop by and check on you. You'd be fine, just keep taking the medicine he prescribed you and you'd kick it in no time.

Of course, regardless of what any doctor would tell him, there was no way Lalo would let you sleep in the bed by yourself. You were worried about potentially getting him sick too, but he wouldn't hear it. He had to keep an eye on you. He had to take care of you. It was his job. God forbid you start vomiting in the middle of the night and you have no one there to help you, right?

At least, that's what he told you.

"I get my best ideas when everybody else is asleep."

You were conked out, curled up into his side with and arm wrapped around you. You were hot to the touch and yet somehow shivering. Lalo would brush your hair out of your face so he could watch you like a hawk, taking note of how your breath sounded, how your face scrunched up, how you tossed and turned to try to get comfortable, and how you'd mumble in your sleep. That last part was his favorite. He was twirling a lock of your hair around his finger, when suddenly, you called for him.

"Ngh... Lah... Lalo..."

"What is it, honey?" He asked, still playing with your hair. This was a one-sided conversation. He knew damn well you couldn't hear him, but he enjoyed acting like you did.

"Mm... Lalo... too hot..."

Too hot? Okay, sure. He knew what to do for that. He let go of you and peeled the blanket off, revealing how little you wore to bed. He could see a wet patch in the crotch of your shorts, and he salivated at the thought. But, he had to make sure you were taken care of before anything else. "Is that better, nene (baby)?" He asked no one in particular.

Your eyes were stitched shut, and you squirmed against the mattress. "Too hot... too hot..." You were panting like a dog.

"Okay, okay. I got you. I got you, sweetheart." Lalo slid your shorts down, exposing your boiling skin to the crisp air conditioning in the bedroom. He'd never tell you this; he'd take it to his grave, but he loved you like this. He loved you when you were helpless. He loved you when you were vulnerable, desperate, and completely reliant on him, and he'd do anything he could to keep you that way. He pushed your thighs apart and laid them on his shoulders. "I'll make it all better."

Some people, they call it a curse.

Your pussy was even more worked up than usual. Searing heat, dripping wet, practically pulsating around his fingers. Your body twitched and your hips swiveled with every kiss he planted on your dick, with every spot his fingers would graze. He was calculated, methodical in his approach. Chances were that you wouldn't wake up. Your body needed sleep, more so than it needed him. He was staring you down, making sure your eyes didn't open, and when they did, he was ready. He was off you in a flash, and you were none the wiser.

"Mmm... ngh... Lalo?"

"Go back to sleep, sweetheart." He laid a gentle hand on your chest and pressed you back against the mattress. "You need your rest. Just relax and go to sleep. I'm here for you."

I like it.