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Lalo being horny and fucking obsessed with Princesa đđ„°
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NSFW DRABBLE: 18PLUS - Smut, breeding kink, descriptions of cum and blood. feet stuff? Accidently hurt!Reader. Princesa cries and Lalo's horny about it, and also guilty. What a mix.
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You were drunk before you were out of it. With how Lalo fucks you deep.
Sleepy in how unsober you were.
"I can't wait for you to go fully grey. Don't tell me I said that when I'm not drunk."
He didn't do much with humor as you stumbled and mumbled in words, but you weren't going to be the one to notice how...heavily Lalo took to staring at you in the dark and silence. How much he would blame you for how you moved your hips on his lap. But you really were trying to find a good way to sleep on him.
You think, if he keeps fucking you, you'll fall asleep with his cock inside you. You don't think he'll stop stretching you out, making you leak.
It's wet, fast sounds of his balls slamming into you. Everything's messy. Maybe you'd be worried about the mess if you weren't whimpering, head thrown back. If he could just keep fucking you like this forever.
No, making love. Lalo finds it cute when you call it making love, if you're brave enough to refer to sex when you're not having it - even when his fingers are digging into you.
It's the third, or fourteenth position you've been in. You don't know, but you're sure you were kneeling at some point, your face is sticky with dried cum. But so is your stomach, so you'll just assume you've been fucked into nothing for the past hour or so.
Lalo's done with the dirty talk, the degradation you think. At least for now, he's keeping to heavy, even breathing with the sweat of his forehead pressed to yours.
You breathe your whimpers into Lalo, legs crossed and drawn up to your stomach as he leans over. It's a sharp pain along your neck with how his thumb presses in the jab of the throat. And the nape. But it feels beautiful. You're full again and again with how he fucks himself into you, his cock stretching you out with every quick, impossible thrust.
"There's nowhere you can go. Nowhere you can go."
Lalo's hips move into you, pressing his palm flat over your stomach.
Right where he wants to be. His little whore can just stay in this bed for the rest of her life. She don't need anything else. You're simple like that. His simple, perfect Princesa.
He's gonna fuck little Salamanca into you, make nowhere to go something even more true.
It's like he's saying to himself as his thumb runs over your belly button.
"Lalo."
Your toes curl and you clench down on Lalo's cock as he lifts himself from the lean over. He uncrosses your legs from your stomach, drawing them up to place your feet on his chest. Your knees are bent together, the way his cock feels inside you hits your used insides softer, but longer in the stroke.
He just needs more of this, more of Princesa. More of Princesa. More bebés to put inside of you so you don't go anywhere. But you wouldn't, you love him too much. You love him too much that you can't even say it - his shy whore of a woman he fucks.
More of Princesa.
Lalo's palm engulfs your knee, pushing your thighs into your stomach and breasts as his another hand comes up to his lips. He licks his thumb, your eyes only widen in only just realizing the shiny and white, thick coat of his seed comes to his tongue.
"I don't know how you drink that down, Princesa."
Lalo tilts his head back when you squeeze around his cock.
"You just like it so much, huh? Could drink it all day."
He wipes your cheek and presses his thumb to your lips. You suck, he coos. Your body jerks with a whining keen, but it's impossible to move with how he has your body against his. His thrusts slip in and out of you at a brutal pace that kills every thought that isn't how much you need this - how much of that little whore you are. You'll be every name in the book if it means Lalo will let you suck his thumb with his cock stretching you out.
It's a salty, warm taste on your tongue as you suck mindlessly. You feel something like that on the other end. A wet, warm tongue harsh on your toes.
Your heart, your body feels like a stupid-worn smile. But you do smile dazily. Stupidly - with every breath coming louder. One hot, big hand holds your knee, the other on your ankle before he stuffs your mouth with his thumb again. He sucks on your foot with his cock growing thicker inside you, every thrust in the deepest, wettest parts of your body.
More.
This is just where you belong, stretched and fucked out on Lalo's cock as he takes care of you. He's taking care of you. He's the handsomest man and he's so warm, his cock feels so good on your insides that you clench as tight as you think you can. You moan, whimper it out with the bite of your lip. More. Lalo's taking care of you. His tongue, his cock, his hands - it feels perfect in the heat of your body.
Your thigh tremble, the heat inside you boils low. Your body is begging for his cum again. And it will again when he spurts inside of you.
But then...even in how out of it you are with a dazy-stupid smile, Lalo's teeth becomes the thumb and finger bruising your neck. It's a focused sucking. There's no tease.
But something familiar comes with how he unfurls - how Lalo fucks you harder, pulling out and thrusting back in, the sounds filthy as he slams into you fast, sharp, but full pain at the hilt of your pussy. You moan long and low and press your thighs further into your stomach and breasts for when you cum on Lalo.
You bite down, whimpering.
Lalo bites down too and at first, it's not enough to get you sober. It's more of something to make your head roll and feel small, his submissive nothing of a person. His person. You can't be anything else.
But he's fucking your through his orgasm, hot and cum spurting into you as his teeth come down on your toes harsher - longer. No air in his mouth, just a wet bite.
Filling up your belly. More. Fucking whore. Perfect Princesa.
You're in need, in survival sorts of an aftermath for him to kiss you.
"Lal-"
But Lalo bites down.
"Ow!"
Even with you pulling your foot away in pain, it's like that strikes something in Lalo - you don't know what, it's just your foot.
...Your bleeding foot he can't let go of. He pulls you to his body, pressing you into his softening cock with aggression. Not knowing, you don't think? But you don't think.
You were taken care of and now...you're bleeding. It hurts.
Why did he do that?
"Lalo. It hurts."
You watch as Lalo blinks himself open. He stares at the red, the broken skin that stings. It hurts. You watch through this blurriness before you realize it's hot tears.
"Lalo."
"...Princesa. What did you do?"
...What?
"What?"
"...You were too pretty tonight, sweet girl. Your guy's sorry - what did I do to your poor little toes?"
You flinch at the sting when Lalo tries to manage the small, bleeding wound on your foot. It's sore. And he bit you.
"Lalo, why'd you do that?"
"I just-" You wipe your eyes, tears coming quicker. "Princesa, I didn't mean to hurt you. Don't stain your cheeks, I'll take care of you...I got like you for a second. I'm just stronger, hm?"
Lalo doesn't know he's like a shark to her blood, he doesn't know that goes up against the way his guilt sits hot in his chest - in the pit of his body. He didn't hurt you. He means...he did, but he was just too all over your pretty toes. He got caught up. The guy is sure he's allowed to be a fool sometimes.
That doesn't stop him from breathing hard when you try to leave him. Leave him hurt, where he can't take care of what he did to you.
"I have to clean it-"
"I'll clean it. I'll take care of you. I..."
Lalo holds your ankle up against his chest. You swallow in pain and in the silence. When he puts his forehead to your foot, something like being in thought. The hold on your ankle grows tighter.
"You know I didn't mean to hurt you. I wouldn't make you bleed on me unless you asked, Princesa."
"But you did."
Lalo looks up with a quick lift of his head.
His eyes are still, black - but something somehow shifts. It makes you cold in the wet, messy heat.
Lalo, after a long bit of nothing, crosses your calves on your stomach. Your knee presses into your breast as he leans over. You turn your head as he threads his hand on the side of your scalp.
You mm, something like a whine. Pathetic and tired, a half-sort of fight with your arm bent to curl your fist on his pec. Lalo holds you elbow.
"I'll take care of it, sweet girl."
You cry a bit more, eyes small with your lips thin.
You want him to, you want to give in so badly, but it hurts and it's because he got too caught up.
You can't cry without Lalo forcing you to look at him. He leans further, forehead on yours.
"You know I'll take care of my mess. You can stay mad at me all you like - but I'll clean it up, I'll...I'll get you soft."
You mm a denial when he tries to push his thumb past your lips, but he does it anyway. You think he groans something harsh out when your head moves back and forth to miss his finger. But Lalo presses his thumb a shush. It's so wrongfully...
Or rightfully, deservedly soothing. You're not sober enough to be insecure.
"I can't have you denying me, even if I'm being a bastard. But look, you're already feeling better."
Lalo rubs his hand over your hair. Sleepily, you hate to say you are. But then he's whispering things at your ear, his soft cock still inside you with the sting and smell of cold metal fading.
The dried red on his mustache in the morning is enough of a sign that he's taken of you, whether you know it or not.
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The first - Part 1
Fandom - Breaking Bad/Better call Saul
Pairing: Multiple characters x gender-neutral reader (Nacho, Jesse, Kim, Jimmy, Mike, Howard) Genre: Fluff, hurt/comfort, one-shots Warning(s): Mentions of sexual tension, weed and alcohol. Cuss words Words: 1.5k Summary: The first kiss with the BrBa/BCS characters English is not my main language, if I make any spelling mistakes please let me know so I can improve my writing! <3 »» AO3 link || Masterlist || Request ««
The first kiss
Nacho
You and Nacho had been friends for quite a while during this time. One day, you were chilling in his house and talking and it kinda just happened. Having a complicated life, Nacho was scared to drag you - one of the people he cares about mostly - into it. But the sexual tension between the two of you reached a tipping point when you got into the topic of relationships.
âIf things were easier, maybe Iâd actually have time to find loveâ Nacho sighed.
âYou deserve to be happy, Nacho.â
âI am. With you.â He realized how it sounded and shook his head. â...Nevermind.âÂ
But youâd heard enough to know you were not crazy. He liked you, too. Without another word, you pressed your lips against his. At first, he responded but soon pulled back.
âWe shouldnât.â
âI know.âÂ
Silence fell, and after a moment, you stood up, walking to the door before you felt Nacho grab your arm. Before given the chance to react - he spinned you around and pulled you into a kiss. With his palm cupping your face, he kissed you in a way no one had done before. It was passionate and needy. Afterwards, he held onto you, breathing hot air at you whilst your foreheads pressed against each other.
âStay.â
You nodded.
âIâm not going anywhereâ
Jesse
Jesse invited you to one of his parties and since you liked him, you decided to go. Little did you know, he felt the same⊠Opening the door to the house, you were hit by loud music, loud voices and the smell of alcohol, sweat and weed. At least 20 people in the living room vibing to the music whilst getting drunk and high. You felt a bit disoriented entering the place, directly scanning the place for Jesse. You found him sitting in the living room together with the friends Skinny Pete and Badger. When seeing you he smiled and greeted you.
âYo! Iâm glad you made it here.â After hugging you he dragged you along to the kitchen. âSomething to drink?âÂ
âYes please!â After handing you a beer, the two of you sat down next to Jesseâs friends and talked. They kept glancing at the two of you and grinning, like they knew something you didnât.Â
âMan⊠Youâre so down bad for them, Jesse.â Badger mumbled whilst smoking his joint. Jesse looked like he wanted to murder his best friend on the spot, whilst Pete just laughed. So thatâs what they were grinning aboutâŠ
âIs that right, Jesse?â
âIâŠâ He stuttered an explanation, but none was needed.Â
âMaybe I like you too?âÂ
âIf youâre playing with me right nowâŠâ
âJesse.â You said firmly. âI mean it.â
After that, Jesse basically grabbed your hand and walked out of the house, with his friends whistling and laughing at the scene.
âSorry âbout them. Theyâre such damn jerks.â Jesse muttered and looked at the night sky, his face turned away from you to hide the blush.Â
âYou like me.â
âAnd you like me, too?â
âYea.âÂ
âPerfect.â
Without realizing it, the two of you had moved closer to each other. When he leaned down, you didnât hesitate. It was like you could taste the smoke on his soft lips as you kissed. It was intoxicating. Afterwards, you both looked at the sky.
âWe should have done that a long time ago.â
âYeaâ
KimÂ
Kim was overworking herself - as usual. And being her worried friend, you couldnât stand the sight of it. During her lunch break, you went to her office at HHM only to find her buried in paperwork.Â
âKim, for fuck sakeâŠâ
She barely noticed your presence so you had to walk up to her and tap her shoulder.
âHeyâŠâ she said absent-mindedly.Â
âKimâŠâ
âIâll be done soon, donât worryâ
âYouâve said that for days, Kim.âÂ
âYea? Well why donât you-â realizing she was about to snap at you, she went quiet really fast and looked at you in shame âIâm sorry.â
After some convincing, she finally agreed to leave the office and let you buy her a coffee. Seeing her holding the warm paper cup containing cappuccino melted your heart. She looked so calm, for once.
âIâm worried for you.â
âThatâs sweet of you⊠But really, Iâm fine.â
You were not satisfied with the reply, and she noticed that - since you had stopped walking.Â
âHey⊠Whatâs the matter?â she said softly and threw the empty cup in a near bin before standing before you.
âI care about you, Kim. I donât want you burned outâŠâÂ
She stroked your cheek, and you could no longer hold back the feelings you harbored. When you kissed her, she didnât pull back. Rather, she pulled you closer to her.Â
âWill you stop nagging if I take the afternoon off?â You could only nod in reply, still in shock after the kiss.Â
Jimmy
âAre you even listening to me?â
âHmmm? What?â you looked at Jimmy, who drove the car. âYea, of course. You told me about some clients.âÂ
â...If I bore you out that badly, just tell me, sugar.â he muttered before parking the car.
âYou donât bore me, Jimmy.âÂ
âSure seems like it.âÂ
He left the car and you had to run after him.Â
âLook, Iâm sorry⊠Itâs just, Iâm worried, I guess.â
âWorried? Why?â
âYou should hear yourself sometimes, Jimmy.â You hissed. âYouâre dealing with some dangerous people. And you always put yourself in shit situations!â
âI got this! Ok?!â
âYea, sure you do. Sure.âÂ
He rolled his eyes and continued walking.Â
âWhy do you even care?â he grumbled. You had to bite your tongue to not say anything stupid. Because what could you even say? â...And youâre back to ignoring me. Thank you, sweetie.âÂ
âBecause I just care, ok?â Tears burned in your eyes, and now he noticed.
âHey⊠Sweetheart-â he sighed, seeming uncomfortable with your emotions. âIâm sorry, ok?âÂ
He squeezed your shoulder.Â
After a minute of awkward silence, he tried lightening the mood with saying:
âYou got a lil crush on good olâ Jimmy, eh?â Your reaction told him everything. âYou do??â he chuckled.Â
â...Idiot.â
âYour idiot.â he murmured before stepping closer - he tilted your head up and forced you to look at him.Â
âI knew you got the hots for me, sugar. Donât worry. I feel the same.âÂ
And then he kissed you. At first, you wanted to pull away. You were still angry at him - after all.Â
But itâs hard to be mad at someone that kisses you like that.Â
And the way he smiled against your lips - Oh godâŠ
Mike
You had just found out about Mikeâs work, and just what he does for his boss Gus Fring. And you were not happy. Saying âyou needed to thinkâ, you rushed out from his place.Â
âCan you at least let me explain?â Mike hissed, following you - one step behind.Â
âMikeâŠâÂ
âPlease.â Something in his voice had changed. It went from the usually calm but firm tone - to a pleading one. It caught you off guard and you turned around to look at him. He seemed stressed.
âWhat?â you muttered.
âPlease, let me explain.âÂ
And seeing how desperate he seemed, you couldnât say no. So you listened to him, letting him tell you about his career and why he did it.
âWhy didnât you tell me earlier?â
âWhy would I?â he scoffed, but quickly realised how harsh it sounded. Before you had a chance to leave again, he grabbed your hand.
âBecause I care about you. Iâm not pulling you into my bullshit.âÂ
Your heart skipped a beat at his next wordsâŠ
âI canât lose you. Please.â Â
And thenâŠÂ
He kissed you. Just like that. And how could you pull away, when youâd been dreaming of this moment for so long?
The kiss said more than thousands of words.Â
Everything made sense now.
Howard
You had known Howard for quite a while and he invited you out for lunch during one of his breaks.Â
âOver here!â you saw him sitting by a two-person table at the restaurant, waving at you with a big smile. You joined him.
âJeez, Howard! This place looks⊠Expensive!â
âOnly the best lunch restaurant in town!â He said cheerfully, but you could sense some sort of⊠Nervousness? In his voice. âTell me about your day!â
âWell uhm⊠It was-â He looked at you intensely. It was both cute but a bit weird. â...Are you ok?â
âOf course!âÂ
After lunch - which he insisted on paying - you tagged along when he walked back to HHM and his office. Before saying goodbye, he stopped you.
âWait! I actually need to talk to you.âÂ
âAlright⊠Shoot.âÂ
âIâŠâ he gathered his thoughts and cleared his throat before continuing - or at least trying to. âI kinda⊠YâknowâŠâÂ
You couldnât help but smile. The blush said everything.
âHowardâŠâ you cooed, and then leaned in and kissed him. He was startled, but then kissed you back and sighed in relief at you initiating this.Â
âWas that what you were trying to say?â
âY-yeaâŠâÂ
âWell⊠I definitely feel the same.â
AHSHSHS this is prob one of my cheesiest one-shots yet- HOPE Y'ALL LIKED IT EITHER WAYS <3 Next part will be "First date". If you like this concept like, comment or reblog! Would mean a lot. :) MWAHHH
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Lobita | Lalo Salamanca/Reader
Pairing: Lalo Salamanca/Reader (third person, female pronouns) Warnings: blood, somewhat graphic violence, NSFT. Usual Lalo warnings lol Summary: You and Lalo are on the road back to Mexico. Back home. But long car rides are never uneventful with Lalo, are they?
Author's notes: This is basically all for @richeeduvie who has BEWITCHED me with her writing for all the BCS characters. This was based pretty heavily on Lalo and Princesa in Madman, but I gave her a different pet name to differentiate because I wanted to make her a little more unhinged and violent, even if she's still Lalo's helpless sweet girl <3
Theyâd been caught off guard. No use in denying itâ it happens to everyone. Itâs been one of those long, quiet drives between New Mexico and, well, Old Mexico. Just Lalo and his girl (the way it should be, no?) and nothing around for miles except for an old farm or the remains of some abandoned building in the desert. He keeps one hand on the wheel, relaxed for the stretch of lonely road, a hand on her thigh so she can play with his fingersâ a way to keep those silly little thoughts out of her head during the silence. He hates to put an end to her focus.
âAiâ gonna pull over, querida,â he hums, turning over his hand so he can loosely squeeze hers for a moment. âBeen on the road for a whileâ gotta stretch those beautiful legs of yours, hm? AsegĂșrate de ser amable y flexible. Andâ not to be crudeâ but your guyâs gotta take a piss, cariño.â She hums in response, a little tired. Just how he likes her.
He stops by one of those old buildings, nice and gentle. Heâd hate to jolt his girl when sheâs just gotten so relaxed. He unbuckles himself, then her. âCâmon, mi pequeña niña dormida, letâs go for a little walk.â She rubs at her eyes as she nods, fuck, does she have any idea what that can do to a guy? You would think she does, seeing as she does cute shit like that all the time.
He opens the door to help her out, holding her hand for a bit while she stretches and yawns like a gatita. His little kitty. But heâs gotta stop thinking about pussies, or heâs not gonna last the drive home without being all over her. She just walks and twirls a little, loosening up while he undoes his belt to take care of things. The side of this building sure as fuck isnât gonna mind.
Night has fallen over the desert, but the headlights of his car are on. His eyes adjust quickly anyways. But not before some boar of a guy tackles him to the groundâ the fuck?
They mustâve been hiding out. Waiting for himâ mustâve scouted out his way home fucking good to catch him off guard. No car around, eitherâ guess they were dropped off. But theyâre not getting picked up, thatâs for damned sure. Laloâs blood runs hot when he hears his queridaâs muffled cries, the fabric rustling as she thrashes and kicks. Heâs just barely able to see past his own assailant to witness a knife flick open as he covers her mouth with his free hand.
With all of her twisting and squirming, one of his fingers finds its way into her open mouth. Heâs gonna wind up wishing heâd never been born, hijo de puta, for invading his girlâ his pequeña querida that way.
And then her teeth find their way into that sacred space, where tendon and cartilage separate bone from bone. And they sever.
Hot red fills her mouth while the attacker staggersâ sheâs able to pull from him and grab the knife from his hold, slicing open her palm in the process. By some miracle, fumbling and bleeding in the dark, sheâs able to pass the knife to her other hand and push herself forward just enough to plunge it into the back of el cerdo on top of him before sheâs grabbed again. The bastard howls alongside his friend. A symphony of pain to Laloâs ears, and they grant the few precious moments he needs to reach into the holster at his side and start unloading point blank into the sternum of the man on top of him.
Lalo rolls him off into the dirt as he becomes a corpse, training his sights on the man with his arm around her neck, cursing you with insults she canât understand, but that heâll regret. He squeezes the trigger when she pulls him into the blinding beams of the headlights, granting Lalo a clean shot into his shoulder. She shrugs him off and scrambles the few feet it takes to get to Laloâs side, an arm around her waist to greet her as he unloads a few more bullets into the guy.
Why couldnât Nacho have been third wheeling them, for once? Heâs not gonna wrestle this guy into his car for further interrogation. Not when his girl is needing him. He squeezes her hip.Â
She spits out the finger. And a healthy amount of blood. Well, not healthy for the guy it came from.Â
Tears spring to her eyes as their minute-long battle draws to a close. She curls into him, like always, and sniffles against his shirt. She tries to pull away after a moment, gasping as Lalo keeps her close. No, youâre not leaving. Not when you need me, poor little thing.
âLalo, I-Iâm sorryâ the bloodâ Iâm getting it a-allââ Of course his sweet girl is worrying about making a mess at a time like this. So silly.
âAi, queridaâ I have a closet full of these. But thereâs only one of you, pretty girl. Which one you think Iâm concerned about, hm?â Heâs able to say with a smile. His smile drops when he feels the blood continue to soak his side, and he remembers her palm. He peels it off of himself so he can take a look, and she peeks from his shoulder, eyes shiny with tears. Poor little querida. He scoops her up so he can take her back to the car. Fuck, his pants are still undone. He hears a quiet little sniffle against his neck, and it makes the blood surge so hard he can feel his own pulse.
He sits her down in the passenger side, pulling the first aid shit from the glove box. Never hurts to be prepared, huh? He kisses her palm, and canât help himself from licking it once or twice to clean her up. He pulls open the gauze packet with his teeth before wrapping it around her cut. He glances up to see the drying blood around her mouth.Â
Lalo feels heat rise and burn in his chest at the thought of her consuming a part of another man. Of drinking something made by someone other than him. His blood is hers the same way her blood is his.
He wipes away the blood with his thumb. Her tears make it easy. He shushes her, leaning up to kiss her cheeks and taste her salt. âI have myself a little wolf girl, huh? Una lobita. Tearing into people for me, Dios mio⊠You know how to make a guy feel special, huh, querida?â Her tears slow with her bleeding.
Lalo sighs, pulling her into his lap as he takes her place in the car seat. He holds her so theyâre chest to chest. His heart thrums as he feels the tiny little kisses being placed on his jaw. His pretty girl starts to rub herself on him, the way sheâs so used to. Her skirt rides up, one hand on her hip to help her along while the other strokes her hair. Just needs her guy to take her mind off of things, hm? Heâll let her use him whenever and however she pleases.
Heâd fuck her now, but he wants to stay alert. And besides, she deserves a real bed, their bed, to be under her the next time they make love. Making love. Heâd never been able to bring himself to call it that before her. Didnât feel right. But with his girl thatâs the only thing it can be. He coos at her.
âThatâs right, gatita⊠Just use your guy. Take what you need, hm? Papiâs got you, baby. Iâve got you.â The fabric of his jeans catches on her clit, just like always, making her mewl and whine in a way that nearly forces a growl out of him.
âLalo, Iâ Papiâ Iâm gonna cum,â she confesses quietly into the fabric of his collar, as if she were afraid that anyone but him would hear.
âGo ahead, querida. Take what you need. Get yourself nice and relaxed. Cum on me, sweet girl.â
With a shiver and a sharp inhale, she does, like such a good girl, it makes Laloâs hand flex against her hip. She goes more or less limp against him. He waits a few moments before pulling her out of his lap. He swears he can see her wetness string from the cotton of her panties to his jeans. He smoothes out her skirt, kissing her forehead before buckling her up. He does his own pants back up after he closes her door, walking around to the other side to get in. For a second, he sees the finger on the ground and thinks of taking it. His lobitaâs first trophy.
He eyes the bodies in the dust without much thought. Heâll call someone once sheâs asleepâ get someone to come here and check it out. He starts to pull back onto the road, giving his hand to querida for her to hold.
âLalo, will we be home soon?â
Home. Her home. Their home. Seems a little empty with just the two of them, but heâll fix that soon.
âBefore you know it, querida. Just close your eyes. Youâll dream a good dream for me, no?â
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Nacho X reader. Please
Nacho flirting with a customer at his father's shop. Him leaning over the counter to get close.
aAAArgHHHouhhh going insane over this
Dropplets of sweat were dripping down the tip of his nose.
The beams of hot New Mexico sun spared no expenses today, even indoors where walls of brick and plaster would normally provide some sort of shelter. And it was only growing hotter from what Nacho could tell.
Many of the employees both inside and outside had unbuttoned the first couple levels of their work uniform down to expose their chest to the rare breeze that would bless them. That wasn't limited to Nacho Varga, the lone man currently occupying a wooden front desk, whose golden chain bounced against his chest if he sat down too quick.
A slow trickle of perspiration on his skin made Nacho itch to rub it off. But be sighed softly, continuing to thumb through a stack of twenties in his hand.
"Here you go, sir." The sound of a register opening and change clanking ripped through the not so silent shop as he took out a few ones in exchange for placing the twenties in the box. "Have a nice day." He offered a faint smile while holding out the extra money, palms turned up toward the sky.
The man who has been standing opposite of him across the counter for the past couple minutes offered a grunt and nod of his head, turning to walk out the glass double doors behind him. Probably to his newly repaired car; curtosy of Nacho's Papa.
Nacho sighed, finally taking a moment to wipe the back of his hand over his face, only to bring it back coated in a shean of sweat. He frowned. He had been meaning to get around to looking at the lobbys air conditioning, but simply hadn't found the time. Balancing two different jobs wasn't always easy and for more reasons than one. He tried not to think about that too much when he was at his Papa's shop. Still. That didn't change the fact that this place would start feeling more and more like an oven if he didn't take a look at the metal box sometime soon.
Eventually Nacho caved. He wasn't one to put things off a lot. And it didn't seem like any customers would be stopping by for a moment.
The quiet man disappeared to the back for a quick bout of silence only to emerge seconds later lugging a six foot ladder behind him like it was nothing. He was careful to keep it a ways of the ground before setting it down with a clank, keeping in mind the freshly waxed floor that his father had stayed out late doing last month.
Quick work was made of the activity. Just a few twists of a screwdriver, poking his head around to try and see what was going on, and reassuring his dad at one point that he would be okay standing on a ladder without anyone to hold it for him.
He was hoping that he could go the evening without anyone walking in, maybe moving on from the air conditioner (which had thankfully started working again after a couple hits to the side) to fixing a few other things around the place. Something that he knew his dad would appreciate.
Clearly that wasn't going to happen though. At least not in that moment.
Cool gusts of wind blew across Nacho's back, accompanying the ones in his face from the air conditioner as he screwed the top of it back in place. Shuffling behind him and the jingling of car keys told him that someone had enteredâmost likely to pay for a part they needed or some repairs.
"I'll be with you in a moment." He called out over his shoulder, voice as soft as always. No one answered him backânot that he expected them to. People tended to mind their own business around here.
Still. Nacho hurried to get back behind the counter.
You really wished you had listened to your last mechanic about buying a new car.
According to the stout man that had been assigned to fix up your rust bucket, you were just better off hurting an entirely new car at this point.
"I don't know if I could even do anything more but waste your time." The gruff man had said through a bushy mustache. "I can give you the address to another shop just across town that could handle this make and model better, but really, you're just better selling it for parts."
You'd taken the small card with the adress on it anyway, thanking him with a sigh before paying for the little bit they had been able to do.
He wasn't entirely wrong by saying those things to be fair. Unable to buy even the smallest of things beyond groceries in your fruitless quest for a decent paying job, you had been stuck driving the same blue colored tin can everywhere ever since you were sixteen. Not that you really minded. The only time it gave you trouble was when a road had one too many potholes. Most of the time people would come up with excuses to have ride in their own car anyways, not particularly enthusiastic to strap themselves down into the confines of your vehicle.
At least it smelled nice and was clean enough. You hoped that the people at this other dealership would give you some brownie points for that.
The employees had been nice enough upon you pulling in, if looking a little bored. And sweaty. Not that you could blame themâyou had felt the blast of heat in stepping out of your car.
One had met you, shaking your hand firmly as you explained why you were there. From the way he ordered the people around your car to pull it around the back, you could only assume he was the owner. Or at least a manager. Nonetheless, he seemed nice enough.
"Ah Emelio needs to stop sending people here." The scruffy man had barked out a laugh as he released his grip on your hand. "He's going to start running out of clients! More for me and my mijo, I suppose."
You had politely smiled your way through a few more minutes of conversation until he gave you the instructions to the cash register, along with what you might have to pay for. (According to him, you were lucky that he even had enough parts laying around to upgrade your car, much less fix it.)
So you had walked into the small looking building sat smack dab on the drab premises. It wasn't much, but it was good enough considering you were someone who had been driving a car around looking like it had been tossed off Mount Everest
It was cool insideâmuch to your relief. Looked cozy as well. Had a few worn chairs and a funny color scheme, but you liked it. Seemed more genuine than the stuffy car dealerships sprinkled all around the upper side of town. Where the air felt like you were inhaling febreez stright from the can and the costumer service smiles looked way too fake.
There was a man too. Your neck tilted a little to get a better look, but from his position on a rusty ladder, you weren't able to see much than the back of his uniform.
"I'll be with you in a moment."
His voice was soft, which was a suprise. With broad shoulders like that andâagain, from the little they could seeâstrong arms, he looked like he would have a rough edge to him.
"What can I help you with today?"
You took a second to sweep your eyes across his face, observing the way his jaw clenched when you did so, quickly snapping your eyes away when you noticed. The last thing you needed to do was make someone feel uncomfortable by staring at them. Even if he did have attractive features.
"I was sent here to pay for a tune up, I think? I don't really know but they sent me in here to talk to you."
He hummed, leaning into the counter with his elbows.
"Well, I can try and help you out if you want." The corner of his lips tilted up a little, a small smile blossoming on his face. "I'm Nacho."
"Like the chip?"
Nacho let out a breathy laugh almost inaudible to you, his eyes crinkling at the corners joyfully. You couldn't help but smile back yourself.
"I guess you say that."
"Last name Cheese?"
Another slight chuckle.
"Sure."
He liked the way your eyes shone at him when he leaned toward you. And you liked the way he laughed at your terrible attempts at a joke
Maybe your shitty car wasn't such a bad thing to happen to you after all.
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What Kind of Man
|Better Call Saul|
Lalo Salamanca x fem!readerïżŒ
ïżŒSummery: Reader waits for Lalo to come home and takes the feeling between her thighs into her own handsïżœïżœïżœand gets a surprise.
Warnings: daddy kink(word papi used, but not daddy) sort of pet play, ownership of a person, use of a person as payment for a debt, fingering, obedient reader, older man/ younger woman, obsessive Lalo, possessive Lalo, unhealthy relationship dynamics
Notes: Look I was messy as hell and talking to my friend and she gave me a prompt to get my horny out and this happened. Enjoy!
MINORS DO NOT ENGAGE THIS IS A NSFW STORY HOLY HELL GO AWAY
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There was a stillness to the air that made your skin feel akin to static charged velvet. You mind spun and dragged simultaneously leaving your chest feeling uncomfortable and tight. You watched the clock on the wall as it ticked to 4:17 pm; it had been nine hours since you had seen that enigmatic menace of a man who kept you as his.
There was a certain kind of fear he inflicted in those around him- a predisposition of sorts that he had. You had always supposed part of it came from his last name, but you knew that was barely it at all. No, Lalo Salamanca didnt need his last name to drive horror and anxiety into the hearts of even those close to him. All he needed was his unmatched charm to mask his lack of remorse and a gun to sit comfortably in his rough hands.
And while you too used to feel that uncomfortable edge in his presence, you loved those hands of his- blood on them or notâŠfiguratively or not.
The clock ticked again.
You sighed. He was usually home by thenâŠheâd have you wrapped in his arms, sat at his desk on his lap or beside him in his car with his hand on your thigh.
But not today. You didnât like to think about how quickly that man had shouldered his way into your heart and mind; it made you feel weak. But if having Lalo as the man to care for you meant you were weakâŠso be it.
It wasnât as if he didnât give you what you wanted. He did, mostly. All he asked for in return was your simple obedience. To Lalo, however, obedience did not just mean âdo as I sayââŠit was a lifestyle. It was about loyalty.
Should you ever get taken, you were to be killed rather than betray Lalo Salamanca.
Should anyone ever attempt to lay a hand on you, violent or sexual, you are to remain loyal to Lalo Salamanca.
Should your life be in danger with Lalo by your side, you are to listen to only the words of Lalo Salamanca.
You were his, and he took his role very seriously. Lalo didnât take your relationship lightly. He might have laughed about you being practically a pet when someone made a comment, but that night said person wound up dead. You were a contract, and he intended to maintain his end.
If you did this, he let you feel as if he held the world in his palm for you. His little princessa.
The thought alone had you clench your thighs as you wandered back through the house to your room.
The soft mattress dipped under you as you laid down.
You missed him. You always missed him.
âLaloâŠlaloâŠlaalo.â You murmured his name to yourself, trying out difference sounds as a distraction.
It wasnât your fault you belonged to a man like him, but you did belong to him, and keeping yourself entertained was a part of it.
You missed his brown eyes that glittered even in the darkest rooms. You missed his scent that would engulf you; his arms that held you or braced him above you as he slipped inside youâŠ
Your cheeks began to burn as you thought of the man. It wasnât as if he kept you under lock and keyâŠyou had plenty of space to roam within the compound, but you missed his company that would bring the place to life. You swore even the birds chirped louder when he was there- they were his too. Everything was his.
You placed your hands on your stomach, and played with the fabric of your sun dress. It was a pretty little yellow one Lalo had brought you one night after being away longer than usual. You thought about what he had done to you after you had opened the boxâŠyou had had to wash the entire bed spread that night.
As your mind wandered you felt a familiar warmth begin to burn in your lower tummy, right under your belly button. You could feel your clit begin to pulse as if on instinct as you thought of the man who owned you. Your hand began to wander down your stomach to your hips where you drew up your dress around your waist; your finger trancing the top of your sweet little white panties that were now almost transparent with how much you were soaking them.
The image of Lalo leaning over you entered your mind, and you bit the inside of your cheek as you slipped your hand under the waistband. You gasped as you traced around your clit- already so sensitive. It was a mindless movement to slip your hand further down to your slit, which was now a soaked mess. You mewled in the quiet room, your hips bucking up into your hand as your other one squeezed your breast and smoothed down your stomach. Every touch sending your skin alight, your muscles twitching.
You eased your finger inside your cunt, and whined sadly at how poorly it filled you. Trying to add a second one did almost nothing to satisfy-
âLook at what we have hereâŠâ
You bolted up and withdrew your hands from yourself like you were a child caught with her hand in the cookie jar.
Lalo was already fully seated in a chair across the room, his eyes bright and playful. You noted a few splashes of blood that were now turning brown on his yellow shirt. No wonder he was in a good mood.
You hoped he noticed you had chosen to match him after he left that morning. The colour of sunshine.
âDonât stop for me, pretend-â he got up, dragging the chair with him and spun it, â-like Iâm not even here, niña.â He straddled the seat and rested his arms on the back that now sat against his chest, leaning forward to gaze at you intently.
Your cheeks were flushed, and your body ached to jump into his arms to soak in his warmth; the worst part was he knew it. He knew you wanted to get yourself drunk on his scent. He knew you wanted him to make you cum, wanted him to murmur filth into your ears. But you had touched yourself without him, and he wasnât about to let you off the hook instantly.
âOff you go.â He nodded his head, eyes alight and smile dangerous.
You nodded and sat up on the pillows, the setting sun had turned the room orange, and you suddenly felt so much warmer; perhaps his honeyed gaze had something to do with it.
Who were you kidding? Of course those eyes had something to do with it.
They had everything to do with it.
Those fucking eyes were why you were where you were in the first place. After he had hooked you with those eyes months ago, all he had had to do was flash you that smile of his and you had been done for, whether you liked it or not. It wasnât as if you had a choice, but his charm had defibeky made the transition much easier.
If it hadnât been for your father owing Lalo money, you wouldnât be there. If Lalo hadnât brought up what a pretty little thing you were; if your father hadnât jumped at the chance to settle the debt with you in place of the cashâŠyou would have still been in your own home. Hell you might not have been alive if you father put off paying Lalo back another week.
Your gaze met his as you slipped your hand back under your soaked panties and he tutted you.
âAh, ahâŠshow me.â He said, pointing to the fabric covering you. The older manâs scolding tone made your head dizzy with the need to please him.
You obediently moved them to the side so he could see you fuck your fingers back inside yourself. The feeling just wasnât the same without himâŠbut having any touch there was better than none. Your breathing began to get heavier, and a shiver ran up your spine when you noticed his did too.
Your fingers spread you open as you fought to pleasure yourself; you barely reached your gspot, making you buck up into your palm to gain some friction on your clit. The little touch had you gasping after teasing yourself so much, but it wasnât enough. Evidently your creased brows and pout were enough for Lalo to know exactly what torture you were experiencing.
âNothing like papiâs cock, is it?â He rumbled, pupils blow wide. Lalo liked seeing you whimpering for his touch; not that be needed the validation, it was simply amusing to him.
You shook your head, but didnât dare stop. Lalo smirked, and slowly stood, walking around to where you laid and sat beside you. His stare had you entranced as he took your wrist and pulled your fingers from your cunt, and brought them to his mouth. Your lips parted as he sucked your slick off, his warm tongue gently lapping.
âHow about I show you how to do it, pequeña? Youâd like that, hm?â He murmured casually, as if his large, calloused hand wasnât already pushing your thighs apart even more.
You nodded. âY-yes please, Pa-Papi. Please.â The voice that came from you was barely a squeak.
He grinned, and held the index and middle fingers of his left hand up to your mouth, âGet them nice and wet for me.â
It was almost embarrassing how quickly you welcomed them into your mouth, lapping at them like you would a lollipop or other candy. Lalo took his hand from your lips and leaned over you as he dipped his hand under your panties; the heat from his large hand made you twitch into his palm, and he chuckled at your neediness.
âLook at youâŠall ready for me.â His voice had gained an edge to it as he stroked through your soaked folds.
âHowâs that, niña?â He purred, breathing in your air as he began to weigh down on you, enjoying how you bucked your hips while he swirled his finger around your already swollen clit.
You tried your best to get a sound out but the most you could get out was a whine and a very breathy âG-goodâŠâ. Lalo grinned wider, and leaned down to lick into your mouth as he continued to play with your aching cunt like a little toy. The older man could feel you begin to quiver and shake. He inscreased the pressure his finger had on you and steadily mapped out your entire cunt like his thick cock wasnât straining painfully in his jeans. Leisurely. Slowly.
An intense pressure began to build inside you where the heat used to be, and you began pawing at his shoulders. Lalo sunk down onto you, his chest against yours as he continued to tongue-fuck your mouth. âSuch a good girlâŠfeels good, huh?â He rasped, his accent coming thicker and thicker as he began to lose his composure.
You nodded and whined helplessly while that scolding hot coil inside you tightened like a vice. Strangling your insides.
âCum for meâŠmake papi proud, niña.â The older man eased his index finger inside you, and stroked your gspot effortlessly as he filled you, and before you could nod frantically, you were seeing stars. Your moan was swallowed into his throat as you clenched around him impossibly tight, rabbiting your hips up to fuck your self on his thick finger. âThatâs itâŠthere you goâŠatta girl.â He murmured pressing his hard cock against your thigh absentmindedly.
You cried out as he continued to stroke you through your orgasm, your cum drenching his hand. Then, as your whines settled, he stopped his movements, and pulled away from you. You didnât even hear him start to unbuckle his belt. âNow why donât you keep those legs open so papi can feel good too, hm?â He rumbled against you.
All you could do was nod.
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OH WORD U TAKE PROMPTS??? time to thinly veil my self-indulgence
so. i've had the recurring thought of saul taking the reader by the hair-- dragging them around, picking them up, grabbing on while plowing from behind, BUT THEN also playing with the reader's hair in public just to make them think of all the times he's had a fistful of those locks
FUCKYESFUCYKYESFUCKYES THATS SO GOOD!!!!!!!!!!!! he totally would pavlov you like that and heâd love exploiting you đ„șđ„șđ„ș esp at the worst possible times like the two of you are in a meeting with a client and he just nonchalantly reaches over and brushes your hair out of your face while youâre talking and you gasp. oml you would NEVERRR hear the end of it đ
alsoooooo saul dragging you by your hair over to his desk and slamming you down on itâŠâŠ. ur fucking MIND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
i def think he has a thing for messing ur hair up
#okadaizoirl#ask#i may write a drabble if i have time school is kickin my ASS!!!!#saul goodman x reader#saul goodman smut#jimmy mcgill x reader#jimmy mcgill smut#brba#bcs#better call saul x reader#breaking bad x reader
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I'm feeling in a creative mood today, so send in drabble requests to my ask box.
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Can I request a platonic fluffy drabble with Juice from Sons of Anarchy set in his apartment using the sentence
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Lalo comes to Nacho's rescue at the end of it all and takes him somewhere safe, tending to his injuries.
He's cleaning Nacho's bloody and bruised face tenderly, humming a joyful tune under his breath.
"Who dared fuck up this pretty little face of yours?"
Nacho doesn't even hiss as Lalo drags a wet cloth under his nose and the rough fabric catches the open wound on his upper lip. He keeps a stoic face even though his eyes are wet with tears. Tears of frustration and grief. Not of pain. He doesn't give a shit about pain anymore. He isn't sure if he can register pain ever again.
The thought is oddly freeing.
"I won't let anyone fuck up my face," the hoarseness in his voice catches him off gaurd. He had been ready to die, letting go of everything that made him feel alive one dissociative thought at a time. And now he has to relearn how to feel human again. He's not exactly thrilled at the idea and let it show in the deep crease between his brows. "Unless I agree to it."
Lalo gives out an amused chuckle and puts a finger beneath Nacho's chin, tilting his head up to meet his eyes. "Oh, Nachito. I didn't know you were a masochist."
"I'm not. I just have rotten luck."
#the thought just occured to me#the two times we saw nacho terribly beaten up#were staged and he agreed to let them beat him up#i think otherwise nacho wouod never let anyone get close enough hurt him like that#lacho#nacho varga#ignacio varga#lalo salamanca#Eduardo salamanca#bcs#better call saul#lacho drabble
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September, 2029.
*Iris playing video games*
*Jimmy sits down on the couch next to them*
Jimmy: Hey, it's a beautiful Saturday. Let's go do something. I found this place on the Delaware river where you can rent everything, even the fishing poles.
Iris: You want to go fishing?
Jimmy: I dunno. You said sometimes you felt more like a son than a daughter. This is me trying to do the father-son bonding thing. Am I doing it wrong?
Iris: You know what? I'd love to. Sounds fun.
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Supply Rental Cashier: Ok Mr. Polastri. You're gonna go down to the banks, between the rowboats and the kayaks. The safety instructor is going to give you a brief orientation about the life jackets and whatnot. Then you and your granddaughter can shove off!
Iris: Hey! That's my dad! (These kinds of misunderstandings were never not embarrassing)
Supply Rental Cashier: Sorry. In any case, enjoy your trip.
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Jimmy: Alright now I know you might be a little squeamish using live bait. But you know worms actually have nine hearts. And it's debated whether they even can feel pain in the same way that we-
*Iris stabs the hook clean through the worm perfect on the first try*
Jimmy: Oh look, you got it. Actually, can you do mine? Mine's off-center and it looks like it's already starting to wriggle off the hook. To be honest, I closed my eyes doing it.
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Jimmy: So I don't want to be over simplistic about it, but I have to ask. What does this mean in terms of... you know... bringing someone home? I mean girls? Boys? You're almost twelve; I assume you have some idea of who you like by now.
Iris: I dunno. There are some pretty girls I've noticed I guess... What's that look for?
Jimmy: I'm a little relieved, is all. If you had a girlfriend, I'd have advice on how to treat her. If you were my daughter and you had a boyfriend, I'd have advice on how he should be treating you. But two boys? I'm not homophobic or anything; I'd just be out of my depths. I've always gotten along better with women. All the relationships I've had with other men were...
*Jimmy trails off, laughing darkly*
Iris: Dad, I'm still figuring out what gender I am. Let alone whether I'm "gay" whatever that would mean in this context. And besides, I've got too much on my mind right now. Too many things I want to do with my life. Love would just feel like a distraction.
Jimmy: Yeah this is definitely a conversation you should be having with your mom.
Iris: *Loud sigh* You should have seen the look on her face when I came out to her.
Jimmy: You're more alike than you might think.
Iris: I can just tell she doesn't believe me.
Jimmy: Well she has less experience than I do dealing with freaks. And I mean that as a compliment! But seriously, I'd be lying if I said I fully understood it either. But I'm adding a 'yet' to that statement. I'm not a grammar nazi; you want to say 'they/them' is a singular pronoun, who am I to argue? I promise, your mother might not get her head around it, but she'll respect the ground rules you lay down. I think she's just scared. No matter how you look, I think she'd want to tell you not to walk the streets after dark, and to keep your hand over your drink when talking to strangers.
Iris: Her neuroticism is going to crush me.
Jimmy: She's not wrong though.
(Silence)
Jimmy: Come to think of it, I did have one male friend. I've told you about Marco, right?
*Iris nods*
Iris: I've always liked that ring. Can I have it? I mean... when I go off to college or something?
*Jimmy looks off into the sunset pensively, then begins to take the pinky ring off*
Jimmy: Hell, you can have it right now.
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*Both admiring the boney minnow they caught*
Iris: Those pole rentals are a rip-off. Next time, we should just buy our own.
Jimmy: You mean it?
Iris: Why did you wait for me to be tomboy before you thought to try this?
Jimmy: If you haven't noticed, I try to avoid the great outdoors whenever possible.
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Most people voted for yes, which means I'm giving it a try! Kinda nervous now đ
. If you have a request, SOA and BCS/BrBa fandom only, leave it in my ask box and if you have specific wishes (look/name/storyline/etc for the character) just let me know. I'm a bit busy at the moment and want to finish three of my fanfics first before I start working on the requests, so it can take a while before they get published. Also, let me know if you want it to be a drabble (100 words) or a one shot (between 500 and 2000 words). đ€âïž
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âŠ..okay now lalo pre-ejaculation drabbles please đđŒ i love rome, but us lalo girlies are s t r a v i n g
Early in The Morning
Lalo Salamanca x Reader NSFW BLURB
The bed creaks under you as the sun comes up. Warm colors break through the curtains - on the way Lalo presses the head of his cock against your pussy.Â
You roll your head as you bend back your knees to the sides of your stomach. You hold them there as Lalo's hip slot into place against yours. Over and over and over again as he pushes his cock inside you. Over and over and over.
Lalo presses a hand against yours, both curling just below your knee. It's warmth fizzing in your stomach and your clit as he takes his other hand to rub there. Sparks of fire in the dark, because it's like you're gone in how good you feel.
"Perfect little pussy, Princesa. Perfect-âÂ
His chest flexes with this breath that looksâŠhurried. Like the first time, but you never remember the first time Lalo took you so well, you just relive it every time he fucks you. Stuffs you. You moan out. You want his hands inside you - or holding yours, or maybe in your mouth.Â
You want him everywhere and all over. Itâs only been fifteen seconds or so of how Laloâs stuffing you and this should be some sort of forever. Everywhere. You smile in a hot breath.Â
You watch the way he fucks his cock inside you and the way his ribs expand with his breathing. Lalo stretches you wide, as he does every time - but it always feels new. Like the first time. He looks so beautiful every time.Â
And now, itâs different. Thereâs this struggle you canât describe, a guilt you have because youâre noticing it. But heâs rocking himself into the cradle of your hips harder, wet slapping sounds sounding out and getting you heated on the cheeks, like the muscles of your face are pushing on your skin as the warmth deepens inside you - coiling.
Youâre full of him as your walls clench at how he drags the shaft of his cock almost all the way out of your pussy.Â
âFuck.âÂ
And he drags the shaft of his cock almost all the way out of your pussy, only to thrust to the hilt in one, hard thrust. Your pussy is full and leaking and you whimper watching.Â
Lalo curses again.Â
âLalo,âÂ
Lalo grunts. His pelvis keeps grinding against your swollen clit as he holds himself on another one thrust. Your wetness smears onto his skin and trimmed hair. Your brows come down, trying to hold the way youâre being fucked on the bed.Â
âDonât do that.â
â...Lalo?âÂ
âJust keep crying out, Prin-Fuck.âÂ
Your walls clench around him when he begins knocking his body against yours in a fast, wet rhythm.Â
Lalo makes a lower noise, something like a grunt - it trails along your spine and makes you shiver.Â
âDonât do that. Chingado, donât-â
He makes himself come into you softer, but you watch as Laloâs head is thrown back, something like curses and frustration in Spanish, you think. Itâs only a soft fucking for a moment before you clench around his cock again.Â
You feel him throb inside you once, then twice - then something grunt-like punches out of Laloâs throat. You hold his hand.Â
Youâve lost the way youâre gone, the way you usually are when youâre under or over Lalo and heâs inside you, how you get so lost in how good it feels, how you want him inside you all the time. Youâre just watching how heâŠcums.Â
His head comes back, bending low as the dark of his hair clings with sweat to his forehead. Lalo breathes hard, his hips hitting the backs of your thighs and ass.Â
You swallow and watch as his cum fills your pussy, and you think his low-lidded eyes are trying to stare into yours. But Laloâs pumping you full of cum, hot.Â
âŠHeâs cummed. Early. Oh.Â
This hasnât happened in a long while. At least you donât think so. Laloâs always able to get himself ready and on you again so quickly that it usually doesnât matter. But that wasâŠthat was really quick.Â
Which is okay. Thatâs okay, that doesnât mean anything except that he enjoyed you. Itâs stupid the way your heart drops.Â
You swallow, trying to come off of Laloâs leaking cock. But itâs just his hands holding your thighs so tightly to press yourself back to him, body to body.Â
âWhat did I say?âÂ
âWhat?âÂ
Laloâs looking down on you. He scratches his mustache.Â
He scoffs looking fully down to where heâs finished.Â
âI said, donât do that.âÂ
âŠYou donât know what you did, but Lalo looks angry about it - because it would be your fault? But you donât know what youâve done differently than all the other times youâve made love to him.Â
âLook what you di-âÂ
You blink fast at Lalo breaking his words by breath. Heâs trying to catch himself, you think - and itâs beautiful in the light, but you donât get it. What you did. Youâre still buzzing and youâre confused. You want more. But Laloâs not moving or using you to get ready and heavy again.Â
How are you gonna get more?
âWhy are you pouting?âÂ
You did feel the worry come onto your lips and brows.Â
âLalo-Iâm sorry, I just-âÂ
You take his hand from your thigh to kiss. You can do that because itâs the only thing you know how to do in this position, and youâre selfish. You want his hands against your lips.Â
Youâre pulling him towards you in the kiss.Â
âIt just-it happens, sometim-ow! Lalo!âÂ
Heâs pinched your nipple hard with his other hand.Â
âIt happens? Is that what youâre telling me?âÂ
Laloâs mouth is parted, slightly bared and itâs like disbelief in the way he stares at you.Â
You look away, hand still pressed to your mouth because you need it here. In the confusion and fading pleasure. Lalo goes silent.Â
Then you hear a breath, something long.Â
âPrincesa, you did that on purpose, huh?âÂ
You turn your head back to see Laloâs face lighter in the mouth. He comes down onto you and you almost sigh out of pureâŠbliss. It feels like a childish word in something so simple, but youâll take all of his body like this if you canât take it any other way.Â
Lalo kisses your cheek before tucking his warm face into the crook of your neck, hand coming onto your breast to make you respire with his finger circling your nipple.Â
âItâs okay, you just wanted to see. You got me. You happy?âÂ
âI-âÂ
Lalo drags his nose over your collarbone, tongue flicking over your skin when he licks his lips.Â
âMy little whore. Itâs okay - you just play too much. Making me a damn mess.âÂ
You swallow.Â
â...Iâm sorry.âÂ
You card a hand through his hair, swallowing down any pleading whine to get him fucking you again.Â
âI know, Princesa.âÂ
You think itâs easier for him to pretend it was something you wanted. So, you justâŠwrap your legs around his waist. Youâll keep it that way, if itâs easier for the most beautiful man youâve ever seen. If he keeps himself on you like this for the forever he couldnât make.Â
You feel Laloâs smile on your cheek.
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Hi!!! if it's okay (and if your request is still open) I was wondering if I could request a fluff scenario for Jimmy McGill? :D where he gets all soft and loving sjdjdj can be both sfw and nsfw ... thank you !! âĄ
Thank you for the request!!! <3 Been meaning to write about Jimmy for quite a while, so this was the perfect sign to do it lmaooo I was gonna do a NSFW too but realized that the SFW version was at 1K word already đ Will do a part 2 tho! Oh well, enjoy these cheesy Jimmy headcanons đ„čđ«¶
Jimmy McGill relationships headcanons
Fandom - Breaking Bad/Better call Saul
Jimmy x gn!reader || SFW HC's
Pairing:Â Jimmy McGill/Saul Goodman x gender-neutral reader Genre:Â Fluff, headcanons Warning(s):Â None that I can think off?? Cuss words maybe, slightly angsty Jimmy lol. Reader is gender-neutral and referred to as "partner" and gn!pet-names. Words: 1.1K Summary:Â Being in a relationship with Jimmy McGill would include... English is not my main language, if I make any spelling mistakes please let me know so I can improve my writing! <3 || AO3 link || Masterlist || Request || NSFW version ||
Jimmy is not good at figuring out his feelings.
Thatâs why it took him a while to realize heâd fallen in love with you.Â
Itâd take some time for him to accept what heâs feeling though.
Homeboy would be in denial at first. Heâs scared to fall in love with someone, in fear of commitment and getting hurt etcâŠ
But heâd show interest in other ways, without realizing it himself.
Weâre talking about cheesy stuff: - Always looking good (and thatâs not so difficult, HE GORGEOUSSSSS đ) - Trying to impress you with his knowledge about things - Making sure to say something funny and make others laugh when youâre around, to let you know how funny and amazing he is lol - Compliments and teasingÂ
Noticing his attempt, you straight up ask him about it. â...Do you like me, Jimmy?â âWhat?? I-â ⊠âYes. I do.â
Once itâs said and done, he eventually asks you out on a date.
Listen⊠Jimmy may be overconfident, especially when it comes to his seduction skills
However, thereâs something about you that makes him nervous.
What you think about him and how he comes across matters to him.
Thatâs why he plans a date weeks ahead, trying to make everything perfect
He tries figuring out what you like and dislike so he can use that to make a good impression.Â
He takes you out to some fancy restaurant (RIP early season Jimmyâs wallet đ)
The date goes well and he is very smug with his effort.
After a few dates, Jimmy realizes heâs fallen for you.
At first he tries to hide it. He doesnât want to come across as âdesperateâ or âneedyâ.Â
But then again⊠Heâs not good at hiding his true feelings.
Luckily, you feel the same and eventually you become a couple for real.Â
He was the first one to say âI love youâ, and did so without realizing it.
You were leaving for work or something and he just goes: âBye, love ya!â Completely flustered when he heard what he just said.
When you say it back, he feels a wave of relief.Â
After that, he makes sure to say ILY as often as he can.
He wonât shut up about you. Like ever.Â
âSo then my partner saidâŠâ âMy partner brought me this shirt!â âIâm taking my babe out on a date tonightâ And everyone else will eventually be like: đâShut upâđ
Heâll refer to you as his spouse/wife/husband, watching everyone confused âYouâre married?â âI will be soonâ đ€
Jimmyâs a sucker for cute pet names. And yeah, some of them are probably âcringeâ but that wonât stop himÂ
Baby, Boo, Sugar, Sweetie, Hot stuff, Doll, Kitten (đ)
He loves it when you wear his shirts. Especially as lounge clothing or when sleeping.
Jimmy also finds matching outfits adorable.Â
Would probably take you shopping for either suits/blazers or just hoodies that you can match.Â
He also buys matching jewelry, towels, morning robes etc etc⊠Heâs one of those guys đ
He has a picture of you standing on the desk in his office, as a way to carry the sweetheart with him all the time.Â
âŠAnd also to brag about you to anyone that enters his office (but he puts the picture away when dealing with some of his unpredictable clients, homeboy is overprotective)
Speaking of being overprotective: He deals with a lot of shady people, so heâs very careful with who he chooses to trust when it comes to talking his love to you.
He prioritizes your safety over anything else.Â
Ofc heâs scared for his own safety too, but pretty much puts it aside to make sure youâre safe first off.Â
If danger comes up, heâd make sure to find somewhere safe for you to stay whilst he deals with it.
He would go so far as hiring a bodyguard for you tbh.
Being with him might be a struggle too
Homeboy is a bit unpredictable and impulsive
Doing stupid things is his speciality- đ
No but literally, youâll sometimes have to stop him from acting out on his weird revenge ideas or stuff that could get him into trouble.
âI was just gonna-â âNo.â âButâŠâ âJimmy, no.âÂ
Sometimes you succeed, sometimes you donât. But you love him either ways. <3
He also likes talking shit about people with you *cough* probably Howard *cough* - sure, a bit rude - but he finds it hilarious lolÂ
Lot of in-jokes between you and him
Jimmy is a daydreamer and is easily distracted
Especially by you.
He sometimes gets stuck thinking about you when doing boring work.
Until Francesca tells him to pull himself together lmao
Jimmy spends all possible time together with you.Â
He is ambitious and serious about work, but after you and him became a couple his priorities changed.Â
He finds time to spend with you. Last thing he wants is for you to feel like he cares more about work than he does for you.
If youâre adventurous and like being outdoors, he does too.
But honestly? He prefers cuddling at home and watching movies with you.
He is not a good chef, so he buys a lot of food from restaurants and brings it home if youâve had a long day at work.
He makes sure to be a romantic bastard too.Â
Candlelit dinners, taking baths together, picnics⊠You name it. He loves spoiling you.Â
He wouldnât admit it to anyone else but hear me out⊠Home-spa dates đ
He did use to have his office at a nail salon, so he knows his way around those things
If you allow him to, he likes painting your nails - with him choosing the color
Like I said, Jimmy enjoys cuddling you.
He has a lot of feelings, traumas etc pent up, which he dares to let out around you.
He has learnt that he can be vulnerable with you and not get judged, which he appreciates.
Thatâs why he loves coming home to you after a long day and simply resting in your arms.
He prefers being the little spoon - to feel protected and loved by you. <3
To summarize: It might take him a while to put the pieces together and actually confess his feelings for you - but once he does he spends every day letting you know how much you mean to him.
I just remembered why I love Jimmy sm AHHH he deserves love and happiness <3<3 Part 2 soon!
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Backstitch | Nacho Varga/Reader
Pairing: Nacho/Reader Warnings: none. its a little spicy. Summary: Nacho is helping you learn how to sew.
âYouâve got the bobbin the wrong way around,â Nacho remarks evenly, having to suppress the urge to just quickly put it right for you. Youâre supposed to be learning.Â
âIt matters?â You mutter, taking it out from the bed of the machine and turning it around. You pout when you concentrateâ itâs cute.Â
âYes it matters, chiquita. Direction is everything in sewing.â Anyone else might not be able to see the subtle smile playing on his lips. You smile back.Â
âSorryâ I must not be a very good student, huh?â
âNah,â he scoffs, âyouâre quick. Pretty soon you wonât need me anymoreâŠ. And even if you werenât, I donât mind,â he hums with a quick kiss to your temple. âItâs nice, you know? Having someone to teach this to.â
Nacho takes a lot of pride in the skill he has with his hands. You know that all too well. But he can really talk to cartel guys about fucking sewing. Heâs been getting shit about that since he was a kid.Â
âYou think if things had been a little different⊠if youâd never been a part of the game. You wouldâve wanted to take over the family business?â He mulls it over, like heâs done lots of times before.Â
âWhether I wanted to or notâ itâs what I wouldâve done. Itâs what you do, as a son. I dunno.â
âWell, if we still met in that world, I wouldâve been happy to do it with you. Not that Iâd be any good at leatherworkâ I can barely handle linen,â you snort, laying another set of sewn squares onto your little pile of imperfect puzzle pieces. Ignacio stares at you for what feels like forever, and not long enough at all.Â
âYou got a good eye, though. You know colors,â he says a little lamely, quick to speak up again when you start to laugh. âI mean it! What was that color you said my shirt was the other day?â
âPrussian blue,â you say with your teeth showing through your smile.Â
âSee? I donât know shit like that⊠you wouldâve been great. Wouldâve made my papĂ so proud.â You take your foot off of the pedal of the machine, turning to kiss him. He meets you, suddenly open mouthed and hungry after a few moments against your lips. You push him to lie back on the couch.Â
Nacho smiles, sparks in his eyes and running through his hands as he moves them over your body. âAiâ what about your quilt?â
âWe live in fucking New Mexico. The quilt can wait.â
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i know itâs over (still i cling)
Saul after the breakup.
Read on AO3.
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