#better call saul drabble

[samcrosfaith]

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[richeeduvie]

Lalo being horny and fucking obsessed with Princesa 😍🥰

Rounds

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.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.

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.

[depressopax]

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.

“If things were easier, maybe I’d actually have time to find love” Nacho sighed.

“You deserve to be happy, Nacho.”

“I am. With you.” He realized how it sounded and shook his head. “...Nevermind.” 

But you’d 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.

“We shouldn’t.”

“I know.” 

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.

“Stay.”

You nodded.

“I’m not going anywhere”

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.

“Yo! I’m glad you made it here.” After hugging you he dragged you along to the kitchen. “Something to drink?” 

“Yes please!” After handing you a beer, the two of you sat down next to Jesse’s friends and talked. They kept glancing at the two of you and grinning, like they knew something you didn’t. 

“Man… You’re so down bad for them, Jesse.” Badger mumbled whilst smoking his joint. Jesse looked like he wanted to murder his best friend on the spot, whilst Pete just laughed. So that’s what they were grinning about…

“Is that right, Jesse?”

“I…” He stuttered an explanation, but none was needed. 

“Maybe I like you too?” 

“If you’re playing with me right now…”

“Jesse.” You said firmly. “I mean it.”

After that, Jesse basically grabbed your hand and walked out of the house, with his friends whistling and laughing at the scene.

“Sorry ‘bout them. They’re such damn jerks.” Jesse muttered and looked at the night sky, his face turned away from you to hide the blush. 

“You like me.”

“And you like me, too?”

“Yea.” 

“Perfect.”

Without realizing it, the two of you had moved closer to each other. When he leaned down, you didn’t 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.

“We should have done that a long time ago.”

“Yea”

Kim 

Kim was overworking herself - as usual. And being her worried friend, you couldn’t stand the sight of it. During her lunch break, you went to her office at HHM only to find her buried in paperwork. 

“Kim, for fuck sake…”

She barely noticed your presence so you had to walk up to her and tap her shoulder.

“Hey…” she said absent-mindedly. 

“Kim…”

“I’ll be done soon, don’t worry”

“You’ve said that for days, Kim.” 

“Yea? Well why don’t you-” realizing she was about to snap at you, she went quiet really fast and looked at you in shame “I’m sorry.”

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.

“I’m worried for you.”

“That’s sweet of you… But really, I’m fine.”

You were not satisfied with the reply, and she noticed that - since you had stopped walking. 

“Hey… What’s the matter?” she said softly and threw the empty cup in a near bin before standing before you.

“I care about you, Kim. I don’t want you burned out…” 

She stroked your cheek, and you could no longer hold back the feelings you harbored. When you kissed her, she didn’t pull back. Rather, she pulled you closer to her. 

“Will you stop nagging if I take the afternoon off?” You could only nod in reply, still in shock after the kiss. 

Jimmy

“Are you even listening to me?”

“Hmmm? What?” you looked at Jimmy, who drove the car. “Yea, of course. You told me about some clients.” 

“...If I bore you out that badly, just tell me, sugar.” he muttered before parking the car.

“You don’t bore me, Jimmy.” 

“Sure seems like it.” 

He left the car and you had to run after him. 

“Look, I’m sorry… It’s just, I’m worried, I guess.”

“Worried? Why?”

“You should hear yourself sometimes, Jimmy.” You hissed. “You’re dealing with some dangerous people. And you always put yourself in shit situations!”

“I got this! Ok?!”

“Yea, sure you do. Sure.” 

He rolled his eyes and continued walking. 

“Why do you even care?” he grumbled. You had to bite your tongue to not say anything stupid. Because what could you even say? “...And you’re back to ignoring me. Thank you, sweetie.” 

“Because I just care, ok?” Tears burned in your eyes, and now he noticed.

“Hey… Sweetheart-” he sighed, seeming uncomfortable with your emotions. “I’m sorry, ok?” 

He squeezed your shoulder. 

After a minute of awkward silence, he tried lightening the mood with saying:

“You got a lil crush on good ol’ Jimmy, eh?” Your reaction told him everything. “You do??” he chuckled. 

“...Idiot.”

“Your idiot.” he murmured before stepping closer - he tilted your head up and forced you to look at him. 

“I knew you got the hots for me, sugar. Don’t worry. I feel the same.” 

And then he kissed you. At first, you wanted to pull away. You were still angry at him - after all. 

But it’s hard to be mad at someone that kisses you like that. 

And the way he smiled against your lips - Oh god…

Mike

You had just found out about Mike’s work, and just what he does for his boss Gus Fring. And you were not happy. Saying “you needed to think”, you rushed out from his place. 

“Can you at least let me explain?” Mike hissed, following you - one step behind. 

“Mike…” 

“Please.” 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.

“What?” you muttered.

“Please, let me explain.” 

And seeing how desperate he seemed, you couldn’t say no. So you listened to him, letting him tell you about his career and why he did it.

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

“Why would I?” he scoffed, but quickly realised how harsh it sounded. Before you had a chance to leave again, he grabbed your hand.

“Because I care about you. I’m not pulling you into my bullshit.” 

Your heart skipped a beat at his next words…

“I can’t lose you. Please.”  

And then… 

He kissed you. Just like that. And how could you pull away, when you’d been dreaming of this moment for so long?

The kiss said more than thousands of words. 

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. 

“Over here!” you saw him sitting by a two-person table at the restaurant, waving at you with a big smile. You joined him.

“Jeez, Howard! This place looks… Expensive!”

“Only the best lunch restaurant in town!” He said cheerfully, but you could sense some sort of… Nervousness? In his voice.  “Tell me about your day!”

“Well uhm… It was-” He looked at you intensely. It was both cute but a bit weird. “...Are you ok?”

“Of course!” 

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.

“Wait! I actually need to talk to you.” 

“Alright… Shoot.” 

“I…” he gathered his thoughts and cleared his throat before continuing - or at least trying to. “I kinda… Y’know…” 

You couldn’t help but smile. The blush said everything.

“Howard…” 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. 

“Was that what you were trying to say?”

“Y-yea…” 

“Well… I definitely feel the same.”

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

[bizarrebaby]

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

They’d been caught off guard. No use in denying it– it happens to everyone. It’s 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 fingers– a way to keep those silly little thoughts out of her head during the silence. He hates to put an end to her focus.

“Ai– gonna pull over, querida,” he hums, turning over his hand so he can loosely squeeze hers for a moment. “Been on the road for a while– gotta stretch those beautiful legs of yours, hm? Asegúrate de ser amable y flexible. And– not to be crude– but your guy’s gotta take a piss, cariño.” She hums in response, a little tired. Just how he likes her.

He stops by one of those old buildings, nice and gentle. He’d hate to jolt his girl when she’s just gotten so relaxed. He unbuckles himself, then her. “C’mon, mi pequeña niña dormida, let’s go for a little walk.” 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 he’s gotta stop thinking about pussies, or he’s 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 isn’t 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 ground– the fuck?

They must’ve been hiding out. Waiting for him– must’ve scouted out his way home fucking good to catch him off guard. No car around, either– guess they were dropped off. But they’re not getting picked up, that’s for damned sure. Lalo’s blood runs hot when he hears his querida’s muffled cries, the fabric rustling as she thrashes and kicks. He’s 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. He’s gonna wind up wishing he’d never been born, hijo de puta, for invading his girl– 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 staggers– she’s 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, she’s 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 she’s grabbed again. The bastard howls alongside his friend. A symphony of pain to Lalo’s 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 can’t understand, but that he’ll 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 Lalo’s side, an arm around her waist to greet her as he unloads a few more bullets into the guy.

Why couldn’t Nacho have been third wheeling them, for once? He’s not gonna wrestle this guy into his car for further interrogation. Not when his girl is needing him. He squeezes her hip. 

She spits out the finger. And a healthy amount of blood. Well, not healthy for the guy it came from. 

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, you’re not leaving. Not when you need me, poor little thing.

“Lalo, I-I’m sorry– the blood– I’m getting it a-all–” Of course his sweet girl is worrying about making a mess at a time like this. So silly.

“Ai, querida– I have a closet full of these. But there’s only one of you, pretty girl. Which one you think I’m concerned about, hm?” He’s 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 can’t 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. 

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. “I 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?” 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 they’re 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 she’s 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? He’ll let her use him whenever and however she pleases.

He’d 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. He’d never been able to bring himself to call it that before her. Didn’t feel right. But with his girl that’s the only thing it can be. He coos at her.

“That’s right, gatita… Just use your guy. Take what you need, hm? Papi’s got you, baby. I’ve got you.” 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.

“Lalo, I– Papi– I’m gonna cum,” she confesses quietly into the fabric of his collar, as if she were afraid that anyone but him would hear.

“Go ahead, querida. Take what you need. Get yourself nice and relaxed. Cum on me, sweet girl.”

With a shiver and a sharp inhale, she does, like such a good girl, it makes Lalo’s 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 lobita’s first trophy.

He eyes the bodies in the dust without much thought. He’ll call someone once she’s asleep– 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.

“Lalo, will we be home soon?”

Home. Her home. Their home. Seems a little empty with just the two of them, but he’ll fix that soon.

“Before you know it, querida. Just close your eyes. You’ll dream a good dream for me, no?”

[sardonic-the-writer]

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 entered—most 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 back—not 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 them—you 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 inside—much 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 and—again, from the little they could see—strong 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.

[purplelupins]

What Kind of Man

|Better Call Saul|

Lalo Salamanca x fem!reader

Summery: Reader waits for Lalo to come home and takes the feeling between her thighs into her own hands…and 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 not…figuratively or not.

The clock ticked again.

You sighed. He was usually home by then…he’d 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 didn’t 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 weak…so be it.

It wasn’t as if he didn’t 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 “do as I say”…it 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 didn’t 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.

“Lalo…lalo…laalo.” You murmured his name to yourself, trying out difference sounds as a distraction.

It wasn’t 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 you…

Your cheeks began to burn as you thought of the man. It wasn’t as if he kept you under lock and key…you 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 box…you 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-

“Look at what we have here…”

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.

“Don’t stop for me, pretend-“ he got up, dragging the chair with him and spun it, “-like I’m not even here, niña.” 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 wasn’t about to let you off the hook instantly.

“Off you go.” 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 wasn’t as if you had a choice, but his charm had defibeky made the transition much easier.

If it hadn’t been for your father owing Lalo money, you wouldn’t be there. If Lalo hadn’t brought up what a pretty little thing you were; if your father hadn’t jumped at the chance to settle the debt with you in place of the cash…you 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.

“Ah, ah…show me.” He said, pointing to the fabric covering you. The older man’s 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 wasn’t the same without him…but 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 wasn’t enough. Evidently your creased brows and pout were enough for Lalo to know exactly what torture you were experiencing.

“Nothing like papi’s cock, is it?” 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 didn’t 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.

“How about I show you how to do it, pequeña? You’d like that, hm?” He murmured casually, as if his large, calloused hand wasn’t already pushing your thighs apart even more.

You nodded. “Y-yes please, Pa-Papi. Please.” 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, “Get them nice and wet for me.”

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.

“Look at you…all ready for me.” His voice had gained an edge to it as he stroked through your soaked folds.

“How’s that, niña?” 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 “G-good…”. 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 wasn’t 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. “Such a good girl…feels good, huh?” 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.

“Cum for me…make papi proud, niña.” 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. “That’s it…there you go…atta girl.” 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 didn’t even hear him start to unbuckle his belt. “Now why don’t you keep those legs open so papi can feel good too, hm?” He rumbled against you.

All you could do was nod.

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@mandowifey

@theroadreader2

[slamminslamminmcgill]

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 he’d love exploiting you 🥺🥺🥺 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 you’re talking and you gasp. oml you would NEVERRR hear the end of it 😭

alsoooooo saul dragging you by your hair over to his desk and slamming you down on it……. ur fucking MIND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i def think he has a thing for messing ur hair up

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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."

[thekimspoblog]

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.

_________

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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[onlyalittlebookworm]

i know it’s over (still i cling)

Saul after the breakup.

Read on AO3.

[samcrosfaith]

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[richeeduvie]

…..okay now lalo pre-ejaculation drabbles please 🙏🏼 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. 

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-” 

His chest flexes with this breath that looks…hurried. 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. 

You want him everywhere and all over. It’s only been fifteen seconds or so of how Lalo’s stuffing you and this should be some sort of forever. Everywhere. You smile in a hot breath. 

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. 

And now, it’s different. There’s this struggle you can’t describe, a guilt you have because you’re noticing it. But he’s 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.

You’re full of him as your walls clench at how he drags the shaft of his cock almost all the way out of your pussy. 

“Fuck.” 

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. 

Lalo curses again. 

“Lalo,” 

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 you’re being fucked on the bed. 

“Don’t do that.”

“...Lalo?” 

“Just keep crying out, Prin-Fuck.” 

Your walls clench around him when he begins knocking his body against yours in a fast, wet rhythm. 

Lalo makes a lower noise, something like a grunt - it trails along your spine and makes you shiver. 

“Don’t do that. Chingado, don’t-”

He makes himself come into you softer, but you watch as Lalo’s head is thrown back, something like curses and frustration in Spanish, you think. It’s only a soft fucking for a moment before you clench around his cock again. 

You feel him throb inside you once, then twice - then something grunt-like punches out of Lalo’s throat. You hold his hand. 

You’ve lost the way you’re gone, the way you usually are when you’re under or over Lalo and he’s inside you, how you get so lost in how good it feels, how you want him inside you all the time. You’re just watching how he…cums. 

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. 

You swallow and watch as his cum fills your pussy, and you think his low-lidded eyes are trying to stare into yours. But Lalo’s pumping you full of cum, hot. 

…He’s cummed. Early. Oh. 

This hasn’t happened in a long while. At least you don’t think so. Lalo’s always able to get himself ready and on you again so quickly that it usually doesn’t matter. But that was…that was really quick. 

Which is okay. That’s okay, that doesn’t mean anything except that he enjoyed you. It’s stupid the way your heart drops. 

You swallow, trying to come off of Lalo’s leaking cock. But it’s just his hands holding your thighs so tightly to press yourself back to him, body to body. 

“What did I say?” 

“What?” 

Lalo’s looking down on you. He scratches his mustache. 

He scoffs looking fully down to where he’s finished. 

“I said, don’t do that.” 

…You don’t know what you did, but Lalo looks angry about it - because it would be your fault? But you don’t know what you’ve done differently than all the other times you’ve made love to him. 

“Look what you di-” 

You blink fast at Lalo breaking his words by breath. He’s trying to catch himself, you think - and it’s beautiful in the light, but you don’t get it. What you did. You’re still buzzing and you’re confused. You want more. But Lalo’s not moving or using you to get ready and heavy again. 

How are you gonna get more?

“Why are you pouting?” 

You did feel the worry come onto your lips and brows. 

“Lalo-I’m sorry, I just-” 

You take his hand from your thigh to kiss. You can do that because it’s the only thing you know how to do in this position, and you’re selfish. You want his hands against your lips. 

You’re pulling him towards you in the kiss. 

“It just-it happens, sometim-ow! Lalo!” 

He’s pinched your nipple hard with his other hand. 

“It happens? Is that what you’re telling me?” 

Lalo’s mouth is parted, slightly bared and it’s like disbelief in the way he stares at you. 

You look away, hand still pressed to your mouth because you need it here. In the confusion and fading pleasure. Lalo goes silent. 

Then you hear a breath, something long. 

“Princesa, you did that on purpose, huh?” 

You turn your head back to see Lalo’s face lighter in the mouth. He comes down onto you and you almost sigh out of pure…bliss. It feels like a childish word in something so simple, but you’ll take all of his body like this if you can’t take it any other way. 

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. 

“It’s okay, you just wanted to see. You got me. You happy?” 

“I-” 

Lalo drags his nose over your collarbone, tongue flicking over your skin when he licks his lips. 

“My little whore. It’s okay - you just play too much. Making me a damn mess.” 

You swallow. 

“...I’m sorry.” 

You card a hand through his hair, swallowing down any pleading whine to get him fucking you again. 

“I know, Princesa.” 

You think it’s easier for him to pretend it was something you wanted. So, you just…wrap your legs around his waist. You’ll keep it that way, if it’s easier for the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen. If he keeps himself on you like this for the forever he couldn’t make. 

You feel Lalo’s smile on your cheek.

[depressopax]

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 !! ♡

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 💀 Will do a part 2 tho!  Oh well, enjoy these cheesy Jimmy headcanons 🥹🫶

Jimmy McGill relationships headcanons

Fandom - Breaking Bad/Better call Saul

Jimmy x gn!reader || SFW HC's

Pairing: Jimmy McGill/Saul Goodman x gender-neutral reader Genre: Fluff, headcanons Warning(s): 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: 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.

That’s why it took him a while to realize he’d fallen in love with you. 

It’d take some time for him to accept what he’s feeling though.

Homeboy would be in denial at first. He’s scared to fall in love with someone, in fear of commitment and getting hurt etc…

But he’d show interest in other ways, without realizing it himself.

We’re talking about cheesy stuff: - Always looking good (and that’s not so difficult, HE GORGEOUSSSSS 👀) - Trying to impress you with his knowledge about things - Making sure to say something funny and make others laugh when you’re around, to let you know how funny and amazing he is lol - Compliments and teasing 

Noticing his attempt, you straight up ask him about it. “...Do you like me, Jimmy?” “What?? I-” … “Yes. I do.”

Once it’s 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, there’s something about you that makes him nervous.

What you think about him and how he comes across matters to him.

That’s 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. 

He takes you out to some fancy restaurant (RIP early season Jimmy’s wallet 😭)

The date goes well and he is very smug with his effort.

After a few dates, Jimmy realizes he’s fallen for you.

At first he tries to hide it. He doesn’t want to come across as “desperate” or “needy”. 

But then again… He’s not good at hiding his true feelings.

Luckily, you feel the same and eventually you become a couple for real. 

He was the first one to say “I love you”, and did so without realizing it.

You were leaving for work or something and he just goes: “Bye, love ya!” Completely flustered when he heard what he just said.

When you say it back, he feels a wave of relief. 

After that, he makes sure to say ILY as often as he can.

He won’t shut up about you. Like ever. 

“So then my partner said…” “My partner brought me this shirt!” “I’m taking my babe out on a date tonight” And everyone else will eventually be like: 😐”Shut up”😐

He’ll refer to you as his spouse/wife/husband, watching everyone confused “You’re married?” “I will be soon” 🤭

Jimmy’s a sucker for cute pet names. And yeah, some of them are probably “cringe” but that won’t stop him 

Baby, Boo, Sugar, Sweetie, Hot stuff, Doll, Kitten (😭)

He loves it when you wear his shirts. Especially as lounge clothing or when sleeping.

Jimmy also finds matching outfits adorable. 

Would probably take you shopping for either suits/blazers or just hoodies that you can match. 

He also buys matching jewelry, towels, morning robes etc etc… He’s one of those guys 😭

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. 

…And 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 he’s very careful with who he chooses to trust when it comes to talking his love to you.

He prioritizes your safety over anything else. 

Ofc he’s scared for his own safety too, but pretty much puts it aside to make sure you’re safe first off. 

If danger comes up, he’d 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- 😭

No but literally, you’ll sometimes have to stop him from acting out on his weird revenge ideas or stuff that could get him into trouble.

“I was just gonna-” “No.” “But…” “Jimmy, no.” 

Sometimes you succeed, sometimes you don’t. 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 lol 

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. 

He is ambitious and serious about work, but after you and him became a couple his priorities changed. 

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 you’re 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 you’ve had a long day at work.

He makes sure to be a romantic bastard too. 

Candlelit dinners, taking baths together, picnics… You name it. He loves spoiling you. 

He wouldn’t admit it to anyone else but hear me out… Home-spa dates 👀

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.

That’s 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!

[bizarrebaby]

Pillowcases | Lalo Salamanca/Reader

Pairing: Madman!Lalo Salamanca/Reader Warnings: NSFT. Lalo is a straight up freak in this. Blood kink EXTREME. Unsanitary. Summary: The dry season has hit Mexico, and it's not doing you any favors. Three times you get a nosebleed around Lalo-- and what he's gonna do about it. Notes: The Madman!AU belongs to @richeeduvie (let me know if you want me to stop tagging you every time I rip off your content lol). This contains references to Madman but can be read as a separate thing.

1– You lean forward a little too suddenly for Lalo’s liking, hand cupping the bottom half of your face. He’s caught in a trance for just a moment, seeing the red drip between your fingers and onto the ceramic floor with a quiet plat plat. He grabs some tissues from the box on the coffee table, his free hand finding the small of your back.

“Ai, pobrecita– it’s the dry season now, baby. You must not be used to it, huh?” Lalo brings the tissues up to your face.

He helps you over to the sink so you can remove your hand, the pooled blood splattering against the steel. He can’t help the anger that simmers in his gut as you turn on the sink, and the blood swirls with water down the drain. Part of his princesa, lost.

Lalo cups your chin, turning you to face him. He presses his lips to yours, pulling the red tissues away. He licks the blood from your lips.

“Lalo!” you gasp. He laughs, low in his throat, wiping his thumb above your lip.

“Look at that, princesa. Your nose stopped bleeding, hm?” a calm covers his voice. Disappointment? You’re not sure.

“I-I don’t think it’s good for you to lick that stuff,” you confess quietly. “It’s not, uhm… I don’t know, sanitary? I think…” 

Lalo grabs a paper towel and wets it under the sink just barely, wiping at the blood drying on your face, his other hand around your waist to keep you close. He laughs at how you scrunch your nose at the sensation of the cold water.

“You don’t sound so sure about that, pretty girl. And besides�� how could it be bad? la sangre de la mujer que amo? Don’t worry so much, princesa.”

2– Lalo feels like such an old fuck, falling asleep for once. Maybe dozing is the better term. He groans, stretching out as he sits up. Today was one of those days that he wanted to get a good look at his girl before he went back to holding her.

Red fills his vision.

A large stain under your face, a few reddish streaks around from when you’d moved in the night. He watches as another rivulet of blood rolls down your cupid’s bow, joining the rest. Lalo knows it can’t be good for you, but before he can stop himself, he’s kissing just above your lip. The blood fills the gap between his lips before finding its way into his mouth and onto his tongue.

He groans like a sick fuck, feeling the taste of copper force his own bloodflow elsewhere.

It’ll be fine as long as he cooks you a big breakfast, yeah? Something with steak.

Like a man possessed, Lalo finds himself undoing his pants, pushing up your shirt (really one of his, now complete with your signature red on the collar from your tossing and turning). He reaches down to feel you bare cunt– his sweet little pussy– just about as warm and sticky as the blood flowing down his throat from you. Lalo pulls out his cock and rubs it against you gently, smiling beneath the red when he feels your arousal coating him. Never took much with you, did it? Not when it was him. And god help the world if it was ever someone else.

He parts from your stream of elixir vitae just in time to see you blink. His sleepy princesa, dazed and staring at him from beneath her lashes. You whine at the taste of yourself, eyesight focusing as Lalo’s tongue pokes out of his mouth to catch some of your blood from the corner of his lips.

“Still sleepy? Poor princesa. Don’t worry– Papi’s taking care of it, huh? His girl’s just too sweet. Qué hermoso y jodido lío de sangre.”

Your cheek is blushed and ruddy from laying against the pillow as you bled. Lalo dives back down to press his lips to yours, licking into your mouth as the blood drips in. Your faces must be patterned with the same rorschach by now. One of his hands pins your thigh back as he pushes himself into you– always so fucking warm and ready for him, he never wants to leave.

You twist your head as the taste and heat becomes too much, but his free hand grips your chin to keep you in place. His sweet girl wouldn’t leave, would she? Not when he still has to clean her up. Sick. No one else can have her this way. Esta dulce sangre es toda mía.

Your moans are muffled by his mouth. Lalo’s hips snap into yours, not nearly as gentle as he usually is this early in the morning. He wants to get as deep as he can. His cock pulses as he remembers the state of the sheets after he took you for the first time. Lalo wants your azoth, his libation, to keep flowing. He’ll pray at your altar for as long as he has to.

You curl up, face drawn in as little hot breaths escape your lips. Poor princesa. His sweet girl is just so sensitive under him, he can’t help but want to push her. So cute.

Yeah, he’s not gonna last, try as he might to make this go one forever. He slaps your cunt, leaning up and spitting where your bodies meet so he can see some of your red coating him. Lalo’s thumb finds a steady pace against your clit that has you mewling.

“Fuck, so good for Papi, hm? Be a good princesita, cum all over my cock. Déjame pintar tus entrañas, princesa.”

You don’t hold yourself back with Lalo, not unless he’s telling you to. When you cum, he sighs like this is what his whole life has been leading up to. Maybe it is. He keeps his thumb on you until you start to sob, and he can’t stop himself, not when the sound of his girl being all helpless and needing him fucking chars his heart an awful black.

Lalo fills you like it’s what he was born to do, growling like a rutting wolf on top of you. Between the sobbing, the blood, and the sounds he makes– an outsider looking in might think he was killing you.

You sniffle, and what must be love makes his chest heavy, like his ribs are going to crack.

Lalo cups your cheek while his other hand goes beneath you, pulling you up so he can hold you, chest to chest. So early in the day and you’ve already had so much more than you can handle, huh? Good thing your guy doesn’t have anywhere to be today. Nowhere but your side, where he should be.

“There, baby. Está bien, princesita. Your guy just couldn’t help himself, you know? Seeing you looking so pretty like that. Goteando y rojo…”

“I… I f-feel like such a mess, Lalo.” The first thing you say to him this morning, and it’s that. But he can’t be mad, he did make a fucking mess of you.

“You’re still my pretty girl, princesa. I’ll run you a bath… cook you something good, huh? Don’t worry. You got me to do all of the worrying for you.” Lalo rubs your back as you start to quiet and calm again. Maybe he’ll get you back into bed after you’ve had something to eat. And after he changes your pillowcase.

3- You pad down the stairs near silently. It’s the middle of the night, and Lalo’s on the couch, taking a phone call. If you were in a better mood, you might’ve found it funny how quickly he whipped his head around when he heard you sniffle.

“Call me back tomorrow, yeah?” he says, not waiting for a response before shutting and tossing his phone to the side. Blood is dripping down your face in two telltale tracks, over your lips and down your chin. A large crimson stain blooms from the collar of the shirt you’re sleeping in– one of his plain whites (which he’s surprised he owns). Tears drip down your cheeks, making a wet shine on the skin of your neck. 

Lalo’s heart and cock swell so much and so quickly that he should’ve passed out.

“Ai– come here, sweet girl,” he coos, beckoning you into his lap. You perch on his thigh easily, naturally, but avoid curling up into him the way he knows you want to. He’s not having that.

Lalo pulls you into his embrace. He wouldn’t be in the business he was if he cared about blood on his shirt. And the fact that it’s yours…

“Another nosebleed, huh, princesa? Poor baby… Why the tears, hm? You know your guy doesn’t care if you make a mess, mi pequeña niña sangrienta.” He brushes some hair away from your face so he can see his pretty girl.

“This, i-it keeps happening, and I keep ruining your things… you’ve had to get so many new pillowcases for me, Lalo.” He tries to keep his amusement to himself– at the fact that you think that could possibly bother him. Especially when he’s kept each and every one of the things you’ve ‘ruined’. Ai– but he knows you’re so sensitive. Laughter from him would bring more tears. Not that he minds those, but his princesa needs to calm down so he can clean her up and tuck her back into bed.

“To be honest, princesa… I just can’t bring myself to care about those things you ruin. And my sweet girl, she can’t help being so sensitive to the dry air, hm? You can’t help it, baby, Papi knows you can’t.”

Lalo kisses your cheeks, wiping away some of the tears, tasking them. Because when he tells himself that he’s a man of great restraint when it comes to you, it’s a lie. He nearly purrs what he says next.

“And Papi is so proud of you for coming to him, princesita. I know you get a little stupid when I’m not around– getting stuck in your head, thinking you don’t need your guy. But you came to me this time, no? I’ve got you. Your guy is gonna take care of his sweet, bleeding girl.”

As much as Lalo would like to see you bleed some more, he can see the tiredness in your eyes. And these nosebleeds are getting a little excessive– he’s worried you might start running out, not that he would ever mind giving you some of his. He grabs a tissue from the box on the table by the couch, pinching your nose with it. Your brows draw together in discomfort, huffing gentle little metallic breaths through your mouth. His other hand spreads your legs, leading you to mindlessly straddle his thigh. He knows what his girl needs.

“Papi,” you murmur, your voice a little funny from your covered nose. Lalo slowly pulls the tissue away, setting it on the table once he sees the bloodflow has stopped.

“There, see? You’re fine, pretty girl… Just a little red, that’s all.” His hand on your hip guides you to start rocking yourself against his thigh. Got him feeling a little nostalgic, you know? He remembers the first time you used him to make yourself cum, and him thinking it had to be a trick. His sneaky girl, just trying to distract him from all of the lying she did back then. That was before Lalo knew just how helpless and sweet you really were. He finds it harder and harder to believe such a time existed as the days go on.

You mewl, hiding your face in his neck as you take what you need from him. The way you should. His hand flexes, squeezing your hip, helping you quicken the pace just a little. He loves you in his lap like this, but he likes seeing you at peace in bed even more, especially this late. Lalo’s free hand drifts, this thumb settling on your clit, feeling your wetness cling to his finger through the thin cotton.

Your moans get pitchy– his girl is so tired, so overwhelmed. Needs to be held and pleasured, or she just can’t relax. Lalo chooses not to think about the sleepless nights you suffered through before he met you.

Your orgasm hits you in a way that makes a shiver run up your body, your panties and Lalo’s jeans sticky with the evidence in a way he’ll never fucking get tired of. He wants to wear your clear on his jeans for the rest of his life.

You settle against him, like a good girl, and that’s how he knows you’re ready to go back upstairs in his arms. If you never wanted to walk again, he’d be fine with that. Lalo sets you down on the bed, leaving for a few moments to grab a washcloth and wet it with some warm water. The room is dark, but he’s worked in less ideal conditions.

You hear the soft sound of rustling fabric as Lalo undoes the buttons on the shirt your wearing, tenderly shrugging it off of your shoulders before tossing it aside. He wipes at your face and chest with the washcloth. You blink slow at Lalo, and his hands burn for every second he has to keep you awake. He picks a new shirt out of the closet, dressing you like a doll. Pulls your panties off, stuffing them shamelessly in his back pocket. He’d keep you naked, but he knows his sensitive girl gets cold at night.

Lalo doesn’t wipe the slick from between your legs for the same reason he doesn’t put a new pair of underwear on you. He swaps your pillow for his– it’s not like he’s using it. And he’d rest his head on hot coals if it meant his princesa was comfortable. He’ll rescue your old pillowcase tomorrow. A kiss lands on your temple as you’re laid back, comforter tugged over you. 

“Mi niña bonita y dormida,” Lalo says to the darkness. He sighs, laying himself beside you, pulling you against him. You sleep better that way, and he likes having something soft and warm to hold onto.

[sardonic-the-writer]

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