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slamminslamminmcgill · 4 months ago
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hi i’m back to laloposting and im being disgusting about it
perrito lore btw
warning: intox (weed and poppers for reader, coke for lalo), anal, oral, rimming, dubcon/noncon, ass to pussy (⚠do not try this at home⚠), gaslighting, petplay, the tiniest hint of transphobia for flavor
anatomical terms: pussy/cunt, t-dick
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“So this is my family’s latest strain. Tell me what you think.”
Famous last words that Lalo uttered while packing a bowl for you, cradling an obscenely large bong in your lap with you seated in his. He knew damn well that a few rips of this would nuke the speech center of your brain. No way you’d be able to tell him what you think. The stickiest of the Salamanca icky was an indica hybrid that would shut you down. It’d have you under complete couch lock. You’d get so high that you wouldn’t be able to tell your leg from your arm.
And that’s exactly what he wanted.
For you, though. Not for himself.
No, he needed to stay fully cognizant for this to work.
And what better way to lock in than with some hard-hitting, sucker-punch type bumps of luxurious cartel-grade nose candy, brushed into a few delicate lines on a compact mirror.
About 3 bong rips, 2 lines, and maybe 15 minutes later, your pants were off, and two of Lalo’s fingers were lubed up and stretching your ass out.
“Good, right?”
“Guhhh-huh, ha—hahaha
 yeeeahhh
” You gurgled, twitching and squirming in time with his fingers. But then they went still.
“I meant the pot, dummy. How’s it treating you?” He asked, tenderly ruffling your hair with his unlubed hand.
You giggled, let your eyes flutter shut, and nodded.
“You feeling like a good doggy?”
Another nod from you.
“Prove it. Get me hard.”
You tumbled off his lap and onto the floor between his legs, pawing at his jeans to get them off him. Once his soft cock was out, you immediately shlurped it into your mouth, nursing it to make it grow big and strong, and long enough to fuck your throat.
“Yeah, yeah, mmm, choke on it.” Lalo said, taking a fistful of your hair, a handle to hold your head like an unfastened briefcase. Your jaw hung open for him to thrust into your throat as easily as any other hole. “Choke on it. Choke on it, mijo, cïżœïżœmon. You got it.”
When he got bored of that, he scooted to the edge of the couch and held his legs up.
“Lick,” was all he needed to say for you to stick your tongue inside his asshole. He loved watching you degrade yourself. He couldn’t help it. You’re just so cute when you do that for him! Especially when you bounce up and down to tonguefuck him, all with a huge smile on your face.
He returned the favor, of course. Not long after, he had you bent over, face pressed into the dark, plush corner of the couch cushion, his dexterous tongue teasing your rim. Tracing circles, up and down, but not in. Not at first. So that when his tongue did push in, you could feel it radiating up your spine.
“Fuck! Fuckfuckfuck, oh my god, ohmygodohmygodohmygod, Lalo! Fuck!”
Though the words left your lips in rapid succession, you weren’t processing their meanings. They were mere vocalizations, not conscious words that you decided to say. Your body said them for you. Or rather, his tongue made your body talk. And his fingers, pinching and rolling your t-dick between them, made your body shake with need.
All of this was to work you open for his thick cock. No matter how many times you’d taken it up your ass, it was always a test of your abilities.
Lalo handed you a small glass bottle that rattled when he shook it. Poppers.
“Take big hits, puppy. You’re gonna need ‘em.”
You uncapped the bottle and huffed the noxious fumes inside, a few second inhale for one nostril, then the other. You barely got the cap on the bottle before you started to feel the effects. Your whole body was warm, soft, pliable. Your head was spinning, asshole pulsating, inviting him inside. A swipe of cold lube was the only warning you got before his blunt head breached your ring.
“A-Ah~! Fuck! Fuck!!!”
“Shhh, sh, sh, you got it. You can take it. Good boy.” Lalo cooed as he pushed in, making room for himself inside you. He got in up to the hilt, and sighed contentedly. “Mmm, so tight, perrito (doggy). Told you, you can take it.” He praised you with two gentle pats on your ass cheek. “Ready?”
“Mhm
” you whimpered.
Lalo withdrew his hips, sliding almost all the way out, keeping only his tip inside, and snapped them forward, pulling a pitiful cry from you. He did it again, a gradual retreat, and a hard hit back in. The slow tempo and high impact served to relax your tight hole, loosening you up until he could thrust a steady tempo. You’d gape so beautifully for him later.
“Eso es, eso es, te putito. Me estás tomando tan bueno. Buen chico. (That’s it, that’s it, you little whore. Taking me so well. Good boy.)” Lalo said, mainly to himself. He didn’t really care if you understood him or not. You’d get the message, especially when it was punctuated by a sharp spank.
Whining into the cushions and gripping onto them for sanity, you bounced your ass backwards to meet his thrusts. The pain of the initial stretch had long since subsided, and you were able to enjoy the intense sensations of getting ass-fucked.
That is, until he pulled his cock out and stuck it in your pussy.
You gasped, head poking up and spinning back to look at him. “La—Lalo! That’s—mm!—That’s my pussy!”
“Hm?” Lalo hummed, quirking an eyebrow in response to your obvious proclamation. “No it’s not. I’m in your ass, baby.”
What? What the fuck is he on about? Did he not just pull out and switch holes on you? Was it an accident? Did he just not notice? No. Bullshit. It couldn’t have been. There’s no way he didn’t realize. The distinct squelching of your sopping wet cunt as he fucked it was proof enough to the contrary. Also, it’s your body. Your pussy he’s lucky enough to be inside of. Even if he couldn’t feel the difference, you did. How could he even try to argue that?
“I told you, we’re only doing anal tonight. Don’t you remember? Silly boy. Silly little puppy,” Lalo sneered as he continued to fuck your pussy.
You shook your head, and bravely tried to correct him, “N-No, Lalo, I’m—ah! I’m telling you, it’s in my—“
But he managed to correct himself, and stick it back in your ass. As if it never happened.
“Listen to me, mutt.” Lalo barked, grabbed you by the hair, and yanked you up until your back hit his chest. His hot breath ghosted over your ear as he growled, “Like I said,”
He continued to fuck your ass as he lectured you.
“I’m only
”
Then your pussy.
“fucking
”
Ass.
“your ass
”
Pussy.
“tonight.”
Ass.
“If I wanted your pussy,”
Pussy.
“I’d take it.”
Ass.
“But I don’t.”
Pussy.
“Because, tonight
”
Ass.
“You’re gonna get fucked
”
Pussy.
“Like a real man.”
Ass.
“Okay?”
“Okayyy
”
He pressed a tender kiss to your temple, and said, “Good boy.”
You lost track of the switching soon after that. Oh well. Whichever hole he fucked felt good regardless, and the sensation of switching between them was incredible. Lalo could take whatever he wanted from you, and you’d let him. He knew you so well.
Despite his insistent words to the contrary, you went to bed with his load leaking out of both holes. Someday you’ll learn not to think you have him all figured out.
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richeeduvie · 6 months ago
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Lalo being horny and fucking obsessed with Princesa đŸ˜đŸ„°
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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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depressopax · 10 months ago
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Being in a relationship with Jesse Pinkman would include...
SFW version only + extra headcanons (Smut version can be found here) Pairing: Jesse x gn!reader Genre: Fluff Warning(s): Breaking bad spoilers!  Mentions of alcohol, drugs and injury Mentions of trauma Words: 1336 Summary: What would dating Jesse Pinkman be like? English is not my first language so please let me know if I make any mistakes so I can evolve as a writer! :)
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He would just LOVE having you around. All the damn time.
For example: When he throws parties in his house, he’ll have you by his side all the time. 
“But Jesse
 I need to work!” “Work can wait, babe. I’m having a party!” “But
” “Pleaseeee! It’s not a good party if you’re not around
” “...Fine.”
When he falls in love, he falls hard.
Even if you’ve dated him for a short while, he would express his love for you early on.
He would be very insecure at the beginning of a relationship, so he needs lots of reassurance that he’s doing the right things etc.
He’ll brag about you for everyone, ALL THE TIME.
Jesse: “I’m telling ya! My partner is the best. Skinny Pete and Badger: “...Here we go again.” Walter: “I literally don’t care. We have work to do!”
His love language is touch. Every opportunity he gets, he wants to touch you (with consent ofc) This includes:
- Holding your hand when walking
- When sitting down, he’ll either make sure your legs are touching
- 
Or have his hand resting on your thigh. 
- He loves having you sit in his lap, so he can cuddle you and rest his face against your neck. It relaxes him.
Jesse doesn’t mind PDA. He likes showing his you off. He often feels like you are “too good for him”, and therefore wants to brag, because he has such a wonderful (and hot) partner. 
He tends to get awkward when you call him nicknames or show him affection around his friends, since they tease him for being “a simp”.
You like it tho. 
Sometimes you’re extra “lovey-dovey” towards Jesse when his friends are around, just to tease him and watch him blush. 
Since Jesse earns lots of money in the meth business, he would buy you expensive gifts. 

And make lots of impulsive purchases. 
You try making him stop spending so much money on gifts, but even if he promises to stop, he doesn't
 
He LOVES seeing you wearing his clothes. And if you don’t, he would probably ask you to wear his shirts, when sleeping etc. He just enjoys the sight of it, and for him, it’s the most adorable thing.
His phone would be full of selfies of you and him, but mostly pictures of you. He’s the guy to make you his lockscreen.
The two of you have a playful banter. There’s lot of teasing going on, and you have inside jokes (most of them are mocking Walter together)
He likes playing video games with you. This would be the one of the few times he’s rude. He is very competitive and tends to take games a bit too seriously. 
If he wins the game, he won’t shut up about it. He’ll tease you for it, until you tell him to shut the hell up

If he loses, tho
 He’ll be a baby about it. 
“Impossible! You cheated!” “I’m just better than you, Jesse!” “Yeah, right
” “...Are you mad at me?” “...Maybe”
If you don’t like alcohol and drugs, he would try to not use it in front of you. He would try quitting, but it would be a long journey. He hates seeing you worried for him, and that would be a motivation for him to quit, or at least try.
When cuddling and sleeping - He doesn’t care if he’s the big or little spoon. Whichever you prefer.
Comforting each other. 
Whenever you’re sad or angry, Jesse does everything to cheer you up. He tends to get awkward when someone cries, so he doesn’t know how to react. But he always does his best to cheer you up. 
He would want to introduce you to his friends. He wants everyone to know how amazing you are. 
He also likes the idea of being able to hang out with his friends and his partner at the same time.
But this would also include jealousy and Jesse being overprotective. 
He doesn’t like being the possessive boyfriend type, but if one of his friends tries hitting on you, he'd stare them or “playfully” threaten them. 
If someone flirts with you when he’s around, he either gets really insecure, or will just simply walk up to you and be affectionate (basically his way of saying: “They’re mine, back off bitch”)
This also includes his work. In dangerous situations, he prioritizes your safety before his own. 

Although you’d probably end up being the one protecting him.
He would probably try keeping the relationship with you a secret, since he’s scared you’ll become a target.
At first, Jesse tried to lie about his career, but him being away for such a long time everyday made you suspicious.
The last thing he wanted was for you to think he was cheating. Afraid of losing you, he decided to tell you the truth.
You were shocked, of course. 

But most of all, you were concerned. Knowing how dangerous his work is, and how he risks going to jail or getting killed, you got very worried for him.
It would probably lead to arguments, since you both are so concerned for one another. 
Learning he’s too stubborn to quit, you give up the attempts to convince him.
But he would definitely make promises to you, that he will be careful, and not shut you out.
Jesse wants good communication with his partner, and the two of you would always be honest, and never keep secrets from each other. 
In his free-time, he spends a lot of time with you. 
If you guys don’t share the same interests, that’s ok with him.
He tries being a supportive boyfriend, and you’re the one to decide where to go and what to do. 
This includes small, simple things, such as: Food, movies, music and games.
Even if he’s bored, he’ll try to not show it. (...Although he would fall asleep against you when watching your favourite/”boring” movies)
Date nights include going to loud parties and getting wasted, going to a bar or restaurant etc

But it can also be “calm” dates - watching movies at home and eating snacks or playing video games. 
This man gets beaten up ALOT. He tries hiding it from you (but fails in every way). You are the one that patches him up and cleans his wounds.
At first, he thought it was embarrassing that his partner had to take care of his wounds, but he grew to like it.
Having you tending him feels good.

And he loves watching your focused face when you clean his wounds and patch him up if needed.
Jesse also enjoys hearing you mutter threats against the person that beat him up. 
He may be protective over you, but you’re also very protective over him. 
His “enemies” are your enemies. 
When moving to Alaska, you would come with him.
He refused at first, since he was scared that something would go wrong.
But it was the opposite. You both got a fresh new start, and under new identities, you guys could finally have a normal life.
He wants to take things slow, but he also wants to marry you one day.
And eventually start a family too, if you want to. He wants to have children with the person he loves, and be able to give them the life he never had.
He would be such a good dad omg
After all the stress and trauma he’s been through, he just wants to “settle down” and live a calm life together with you. 
He would also want pets lol
I see him as a dog person, so he would definitely, with or without your liking, buy a dog. 
(Going out on long walks at winter with the dog <3)
He has lots of trauma, and has moments where he doubts himself and has breakdowns, but having you around helps him alot.
Of course, you are always there to support him and help him through difficult times. 

Basically: Your relationship would be so pure, dramatic but sweet.
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fattylime · 1 year ago
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happy pride <3
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couldtransitionsaveher · 1 year ago
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JESSE PINKMAN from BREAKING BAD
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JUSTIFICATIONS (there are multiple this time):
"this is a very simplified version of my whole "Jesse Pinkman is transfem theory" but; Jesse is a person that is living in a role that deep down he doesn't exactly want to be in (even if he's not fully aware of that) but he is trapped there because it is currently his best means of survival. the drug trade Jesse's involved in is heavily coded as masculine within Breaking Bad and while he tries to play its game to varying levels of success, the idea of manhood and the drug trade does nothing but hurt him, also the narritive makes it easier to compare Jesse to the women of the show than the men by putting Jesse in roles more closely associated with women more than once." - Anonymous
"She survived the toxic masculinity that killed every man on that show I just think it'd make her happy getting to live as herself" - Anonymous
No justification submitted - Anonymous
Reminder: Submissions are always open!
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sheena-isa-punkrocker · 1 year ago
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nacho varga x cartel!reader nsfw hcs
sfw hcs [pt 1] & [pt 2]
🔞MDNI 🔞
btw i hc nacho as demiromantic pansexual 💖💛💙
ignacio varga is a service dom 💯
loves loves LOVES fingering you so much that it's a fetish at this point
nacho just holding your waist down while he's thrusting his thick digits inside you, making you squirm
loves to overstimulate you in this way
if you squirt? man goes feral 💩
bonus points if you squirt in his mouth đŸ„Ž
no surprise ignacio loves eating pussy
he takes his time enjoying the taste of you, letting his tongue slowly lick over and over... only to build up speed and have you crying out only to slow down again <3
same thing if you have a dick, nacho likes to take his time, enjoys sucking balls too
he would love for you to overstimulate him during oral as well
overstimulation kink confirmed
isn't fussy about which position you're in, as long as you're comfortable and being pleasured
has a thing for holding your hands while you ride him đŸ„ș
loves doggy tho
gripping your hips hard while he gives a strong thrust from behind really gets him going
also perfect position for spanking 😏
majority of the time sex with nacho is sensual and passionate
he's afraid to be super rough with you
he knows he's a strong guy and doesn't want to accidentally hurt you
you'll have to convince him that he can go harder especially if he's had a frustrating day at 'work'
always asks for your consent first before he uses you as a stress reliever
is waaaay more rough and dominating during those moments
nacho isn't a super talkative guy in general but he's not dead silent either
he whispers soft praises into your skin for being a good girl/boy 💜
you'll catch him mumbling into your hair in spanish
one time he let out a " mmmh... mi cariña/o~" while he came inside you <3
speaking of cumming đŸ€­
likes to mark your ass the most 👀👀👀
is more into praise than degradation but if you really want to be degraded, he'll make accommodations
is VERY INTO aftercare~ almost as much as the main event
will run you both a bath or shower
his large hands softly running over your body as you clean each other up
a big fan of cuddling in bed afterwards
sometimes there's pillowtalk, sometimes not, it doesn't matter either way with him
as long as he can hold you in his arms <3
loves to gently stroke up and down your body
you pressing a soft kiss to his chest
ignacio doesn't want to be anywhere else than be here with you
will stay awake a little while after you fall asleep for your 'protection' but really he likes your sleeping face
presses a soft kiss to your forehead before he too drifts off to sleep
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yourfaveisomegaverse · 11 months ago
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Saul Goodman from Better Call Saul is an Omega
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mcwexlie · 1 year ago
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old
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lovecrimeagh · 2 months ago
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New lacho hc!
Lalo discovers that Nacho likes mangoes, but he's pretty much shit at anything cooking-related. So, Lalo does the scary dirty work and cuts some up for him. Nacho is so happy but especially quiet for the rest of the day.
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scythelordsucks · 1 year ago
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slippery jommy
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v7n5 · 5 months ago
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Howard Hamlin mood board
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slamminslamminmcgill · 1 year ago
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random thoughts... saul fingering you while hes on call with someone ... placing his hand tightly over your mouth to shut you up ... dhdjhejshrntg..f..g.. getting bent over that damn desk and him taking his tie off to choke you with it ...
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anatomical terms:
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"We're sorry we missed you! Saul Goodman and Associates is out to lunch. Leave your name and phone number at the tone, and we will return your call before the end of the business day. Thank you!"
If anyone were to contact the office between 1-2PM, Monday-Friday, that's the message they would be greeted with. Guaranteed. That was when Saul took his lunch break. During that time, he'd eat out and get whatever he was craving: burgers, Mexican, Thai, you. That last one was his favorite.
You were laying down flat against his desk, legs dangling over the edge, with Saul nestled between them as he ate you out. Your hand grasped at strands of his thinning hair and guided his movements. He appreciated the help, but he didn't need it. He knew what he was doing, and what he was doing was a great job.
Hs firm hands and thin lips brought you up to the precipice of an orgasm. You begged for release in the soundproof office. "Saul... Saul, please... so... so close... God, fuck, please... Please!"
Surprisingly, the next thing you heard was not your own voice shrieking in ecstasy, but that of a telephone screeching for attention. You both froze in place, your climax shot down and reduced to rubble.
Saul pulled off of you and groaned, his mouth quite literally dripping wet. "Son of a bitch..." He stood up, brushed himself off, and leaned over you to hit the intercom button. "Francesca! What time is it?"
A flat, no-nonsense voice came through the other side. "2:04" was all it had to say.
"Oops! Sorry, lost track of time there. Thanks HT!"
"Don't call me tha-"
Click.
Saul silenced her dissent by releasing the button. He sat back in his chair and grabbed the ringing phone, one of many piled up in his drawer. Holding the cell in one hand, he beckoned you over and slapped his thigh with the other. A silent cue for you to take your seat.
You slid off the desk and propped yourself on his lap. He flipped the phone open and finagled it between his shoulder and his ear to keep both of his hands free. "Thank you for calling Saul Goodman! What can I do for ya?" He answered with perfect poise and nonchalance as he wrapped his arms around you and groped your chest.
The voice on the other end was frantic, low, and gravelly. You didn't hear specific words, just tone. Saul rolled his eyes as it spoke, lazily dragging one of his hands lower and lower, until it rested between your legs. "I see... That sounds very troubling." He answered with mock sympathy as he pressed his fingers inside you again.
You threw your head back and moaned, probably for a fraction of a second before Saul slapped his hand over your mouth. "Quiet. You just sit back, relax, and let me handle this, okay? I don't need your input."
The party on the other line must have heard something, because Saul's response was more anxious. "Oh! Nothing, nothing, don't worry. Now, let me check my schedule and I'll see where I can fit you in." He twisted and turned his fingers inside you, stretching you out, probably making sure you could fit him in. "Hm... looks like it's gonna be a tight squeeze..." He emphasized those words by pushing up into your g-spot and making your legs tremble, "...buuut I can get you in tomorrow at 4. Would that work for you, Walt?"
His voice stopped for a moment to let "Walt" speak; his fingers didn't do the same. Regardless of who "Walt" was and what he needed, it wasn't as important as this. At least, to you two it wasn't. "Walt" was shouting into the phone like he might burst a blood vessel.
Saul replied incredulously at the mysterious figure's behavior. "What?! Absolutely not! I have a waiting room packed full of clients who need to see me just as much as you do! I'm not your little callboy!" He leaned in close to whisper in your ear. "You on the other hand..."
He turned his attention back to the petulant voice shouting in his ear. "Y'know what? I'm done talking about this. Mr. White, I'll see you at 4PM tomorrow and not a moment sooner." He took his hand off your mouth to snap the flip phone shut.
"Sorry about that, sweetheart, now..." He pumped his fingers even faster, priming you for another release. "Let's get back to the task at hand."
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richeeduvie · 7 months ago
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..okay now lalo pre-ejaculation drabbles please đŸ™đŸŒ 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.
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cm2tfemotd · 1 year ago
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Todays Canon Male to Transfem Headcanon is Nacho Varga from Better call saul!
She is a mean lesbian transfem that uses she/her!
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bettercallroasty · 1 year ago
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MY GOD HES AN ICON
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couldtransitionsaveher · 8 months ago
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JIMMY MCGILL/SAUL GOODMAN from BREAKING BAD/BETTER CALL SAUL
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JUSTIFICATIONS:
"jesse we need to go to los PRONOUNS HORMONES to cook ESTROGEN for saul GOODWOMAN!!!" - Anonymous
"breaking bad if it was woke: jesse we need to go to LOS PRONOUNS HORMONES to make ESTROGEN for saul GOODWOMAN !!!!
^ except im being so fr. i think if she knew she was a woman she would still be living in lesbian slippin jimmy bliss with kim, like, none of that other stuff wouldve happened." - Anonymous
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