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theluckychemist · 17 minutes

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Finally got my vibrator replaced and have now been thinking about Lalo walking in on reader masturbating. Feel like he'd just watch quietly in the doorway for a while before making himself known ("Having fun there?") then edge them while making them talk about everything they were thinking about, until he finally decided that reader's begging is sufficient and fulfills every fantasy tthey just shared.

in honor of the vibrators i got on sale for black friday 😌

anatomical terms: cunt/pussy, dick

“Having fun there?”

You were, up until Lalo’s voice snapped you out of your fantasy. You screamed and dropped your wand vibrator on the floor, failing to turn it off before doing so, which made it sound like your bedroom was built on billions of belligerent bees. That thing was LOUD. You wouldn’t have thought to pull it out unless Lalo was gone, which he was supposed to be for a few more hours.

“Y-You… You’re home- uh…” You struggled to save face, “How long have you been watching?”

“Couple minutes now,” Lalo strutted over to your discarded sex toy and shut it off, before taking it in his grip and slapping the silicone head against his palm. “Is this what you get up to when I’m not around?”

You blushed and tugged the blankets over your exposed body. It was nothing he hadn’t seen before, but you wanted at least some of your dignity spared. “Sometimes…”

“Aw, qué lindo… (how cute…) You just couldn’t wait for me, huh?” He ripped the blankets off your legs and pushed them apart. Then, he knelt between them and shoved the vibrator up to your aching, needy cunt. “What were you thinking about, chiquito?” He asked, not giving you time to answer before he reignited the toy.

“Ah!~ F-Fuck! Nn!” You whined, biting your lip and closing your eyes, letting yourself succumb to the overwhelming pleasure of the wand. It felt so much better in someone else’s hands.

“Mírame, puto. (Look at me, whore.)” Lalo grabbed you by one of your cherry-red cheeks and pulled your face up to his. His trademark psycho eyes bored into your soul. “Tell me what you were thinking about.”

You gasped for air in between hasty, rushed words. “I… I was…” Lalo turned the vibrator up, making your legs tremble and forcing out a cute little cry of “Ohh, fuck!” You reflexively closed your eyes again, popping them open when you felt his coke nails prick your skin. “I-I was thinking about u-us!”

“Yeah?” Lalo mocked, “What was I doing to you?”

“Y-You were-“ He clicked the button again, “Fuuuck! Y-You w-“ and again, “Oh my god! Y-You were s-su-“ and once more for good measure. Truth be told, you didn’t even know it could go that high. “Oh! F-Fuck! Lalo! I can’t! I can’t take it! I’m gonna cum!”

“No you’re not,” Lalo scoffed and turned the vibrator off, snuffing out the growing flame of your orgasm. “Not until you tell me what you were thinking about.”

Your abused body slumped back against the bed, sliding out of Lalo’s grasp. “I-… I was…” You panted, trying to force the words out, “I was thinking about you sucking my dick…”

“Good boy. Was that so hard?” Lalo chuckled and pulled the vibrator off your pussy. He licked your juices off the toy and dropped it beside you both on the bed. Then, he laid down on his stomach and grabbed your thighs, hoisting them up onto his shoulders as he lowered his face to your throbbing, sopping wet cunt.

“Now let me show you why I’m worth the wait.”

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theluckychemist · 19 minutes

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oh shit bro!!! ok! ahh if you have time and you would like to, would you have anything at all in the realm of hurt/comfort for lalo and/or nacho? ngl im down in the pits and ur writing is like a grilled cheese sandwhich on a cold rainy day, its amazing.

idk, maybe the reader is kind of going through it mentally and hella withdraws from everyone which causes conflict bc ahhh cartel work or something (idk man i dont deal drugs) and so The Boys go and check up on u bc "dude did you die or something?" (bc cartel stuff yknow?) and YOURE like "no i didnt die im just vibing bro but the vibes are tainted and gross" and theyre like "cool lets fix that." yknow? idk man the world is your oyster, i trust you. go nuts. but only if you would like to and have the time, i dont wanna pressure you to do anything homie :,) i hope u have a good day.

by far the cutest ask i have ever been sent. i'm sobbing. ily. and i am a WHORE. for hurt/comfort. you just get me!

cw: this gets kind of heavy at parts! maybe releasing something subconsciously with this man idfk. some of talk of depression, anxiety, stuff of that nature. enjoy!!

you legitimately wanted to disappear. forever.

your brain was constantly scrambled, erratic, and loud. you thought of everything and remembered nothing 99.9% of the time. what you did remember was nothing short of miserable reminders of what got you to where you were. who you were. what you'd done.

the shaking of your desperate hands and shuttered breathing of your lungs were nothing compared to the mind-numbing, seemingly endless spew of unfortunate findings in the barren wasteland that was your brain.

you hadn't come into work in 3 days. it had been 3 days since you'd step foot onto the tiled floor of el michoacáno. 3 days since you'd showered. 3 days since you'd moved, besides the awkward shifting during the freezing cold in the middle of the night, when you attempted to sleep. you were miserable, and the worst part was you couldn't decipher why.

it had also been 3 days since you'd checked your phone. oblivious to the countless amount of mixed calls from some of the only contacts you had: nacho and lalo. when you finally made it to reaching your phone, shoved in the drawer of your nightstand, your eyes widened. you ruined something again.

the texts varied from

L: ¿dónde diablos estás?

N: lalo me está molestando.

N: hate to say it, but i miss you

L: come back pls

you felt terrible, throwing your phone back to its place with a groan, hiding under the covers like you could escape the tenderness of missing your coworkers. more specifically, your friends.

all you could try to focus on was the gentle beating of your heart, remembering the time that nacho calmed you down the first time you had a panic attack in front of him after nearly dying. his hands were ice cold against your hot cheeks, pulling the hands that were hopelessly wiping away the streaming tears all the way down to your chest.

"el corazón. no cesará. no te dejaré tampoco."

you can still recall the pattern of his slow heart that you heard while you cried against his chest.

you weren't sure how long it was until you felt a change in the air. minutes, hours, days? time was moving irrationally slow and fast all at once. you were still blankly lying against your bed, buried under your blankets. nacho felt like he was at your wake.

you were zoned out, eyes only focusing when the two men you were worried about had seemingly teleported in front of your bed. instead of dropping a sarcastic, self-deprecating joke (like you usually do), you merely turned to the other side with a dramatic sigh.

a pair of rough fingers jumped in front of your line of vision, snapping rambunctiously.

"hey, hey! what the hell, mi amigo!?" his tone was dripping with comedy. "you have no right to ignore either of us. we've been so good to you."

you knew it was lalo quickly, thanks to the delicious grandiose of his gravely voice.

you finally turned around, hearing your bones crack as you pushed yourself up to lay against your bedpost. nacho and lalo drank in your disheveled state, agitation on their faces quietly fading into a look you knew all too well: concern. you glimpsed down at nacho's hand, rubbing his thumb over something he was obviously nervous about before shoving it in his pocket.

"i-" you started, blood suddenly running cold at the what you thought to be shameful eyes staring right at you. for some reason, a lump that had been building for what felt like years finally exploded in the back of your throat, a quick tear that you attempted to wipe away slipping down your cheek, going to push away nacho's anxious hand that reached for your back.

"what? you what?" lalo's posture had completely changed, eyes softening.

the tears were flowing fearlessly now, your eyes still dim and lifeless. you seemed to be fading away, in real time. it was melancholy.

"i am not-" you swallowed, putting a hand to your heart subconsciously.

"i am not ignoring you guys." you said firmly, staring lalo right in the eyes with your stoic, but unconvincing gaze.

the two exchanged looks at each other, nacho biting the inside of his cheek, lalo scratching the back of his neck. they had no idea what to do. they killed people for a living! even if you three weren't the most fond of each other at times, you obviously cared about each other.

"i'm just adjusting. i've got a lot going on. needed some rest." you explained, pressing your fingers together so hard that when you pulled them apart, the skin eased open slowly.

"haha." you were unconvincing, and unrelenting in how much you swore that everything was just fine.

lalo was already strutting his way into the kitchen, starting on something he knew you'd like: chicken noodle soup. when you went to scold him for barging in your home, he just pressed a gentle kiss on your head, making your eyes widen because that is so unlike him.

while lalo got to work in the kitchen, nacho cautiously sat at the end of your bed. when you went to talk, still tearful and messy, nacho politely put a hand up.

"you don't have to explain yourself all the time, you know?" he asked, genuine curiosity brewing in his deep eyes.

"i mean, especially not to me or him." he nodded towards the kitchen, past your doorway. "do you see how we have spent our lives?" he asked, pressing a tickling finger into your side, grinning ear to ear when you smiled the tiniest bit.

"listen. i know how it feels." he started, eyes searching around the floor to try and put what he wanted to say politely, into terms he knew wouldn't blossom into spouts of dangerous overthinking in your unpleasantly fragile mind. he looked just about as sad as you.

"i know what it feels like to have no one understand." he finally looked up at you, hands gently pressing into your shoulders. his eyes were almost watering. maybe you were hallucinating.

you started to cry more, and his frown grew.

"please, please do not cry." he started.

"estás muy cerca de romperme el corazón." was said under his breath. mumbled like an unforgivable sin at the altar.

while his hands wiped away at your tears, he just silently told you, "we care about you. we all care about each other. we have to."

his touches that were so comfortable against your tense body led you to your bathtub, and before you knew it he was sitting on the edge of your toilet and rubbing body wash against your spine. his grimace grew at your sorrowful, hunched figure.

"please do not cry." was uttered again, like you crying would shatter his world just as much as yours.

as soon as you were dressed in fresh clothes, and your messy hair was neatly pulled away from your face, nacho brought you back to your newly cleaned bed.

you felt like your only lifeline was his warmth surrounding what felt like the arctic that you had embedded yourself in.

lalo invited himself back in, pressing a beautiful tray of chicken noodle soup onto your lap, wrapping a blanket around your shoulders with an airy sense of comedy (he pretended like the job was a massive issue to him, groaning each time he had to move, watching you deeply to see you laugh).

you just stared up at both of them, like you had never experienced this kind of care before.

if you were being honest with yourself, you definitely hadn't.

"well?" lalo started, looking right back at you. "eat." he said, almost in a way that a mother does to their child. he scolded you, but in the way that you know had the purest and most loving intentions.

when you did, you noticed the sharp, grainy pain in your throat was instantly washed away. you couldn't stop. your nutrient-deprived body scarfed down the meal, chugging the glass of water he added on the side.

"thank you guys." was all you said, looking away with a gentle smile on your face.

"are you kidding me? of course!" lalo laughed. "you just need to come coddle me every time i get sick. deal?" he asked, rubbing your head.

after hours of hugs and distracting conversations, the pair decided you were well enough to leave for the night.

"get lots of rest, okay? don't need you to lose any focus at work." lalo pointed a demanding finger at you, chest raised like he was the king of the world. "be safe."

you nodded, your head leaning into your pillow with a grin. nacho situated himself in front of you once more, reaching into his pocket. he made his way out while you read the tiny slip of battered paper.

you noticed a gorgeous blue, dried flower pressed against the right edge. in his messy handwriting you could dechiper:

"el corazón. no cesará. no te dejaré tampoco."

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theluckychemist · 19 minutes

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HMMC drabble or thoughts on someone insulting Lalo's wife and calling her dumb/needy or something and Lalo gets angry bc only he's allowed to call her his pet and his sweet dumb girl

yesss ive been slacking with hmmc i need to create a prompt list to be able to have a steady queue with it bc i luvvv lalo i luv u lalo

Idiotic Audacity

Lalo hates when his wife gets involved - even in conversation. Even in passing.

ToxicoHusband!Lalo/Wife!Reader

WC: 1138

Warnings! gun violence and murder, undertones of machismo misogyny

“You got a wife?” the guy started casually, but the mention was enough to make Nacho tense. Enough to make Lalo pause, as he counted the money in his hands. He didn’t look up, but his nostrils flared from what he could see.

“What’s it to you?” Lalo countered in a voice devoid of interest, though the wording betrayed him: he didn’t like when you were talked about. Perceived. Acknowledged. The fact some guy thought you were a talking point over a deal almost made his spit come up. It made him want to hawk a loogie in his eye.

“Your ring finger. It’s inked,” he replied, leaning into his chair. It’s a statement, like the weather being nice or the color of his shirt. A pause, before the next bill is flicked as he counts it.

“Yeah.”

“I don’t know any other members who actually have a wife,” he kept going. Nacho palmed his forehead, watching the scene unfold. He never really pressed Lalo about his relationship to his wife. She rarely made eye contact with him, avoided touching him like the plague, and almost used Lalo as a tin can connected by string to the rest of the world; like you were a girl still stuck playing treehouse with a childish telephone.

“Well I do,” Lalo scoffed as he continued to flick through the bills before reaching for a rubber band.

“Your girl okay with it?” the man continues, head lulling back on the chair to watch the ceiling. Like he was bored. Bored talking about the wife of one of the most dangerous men south and now north of the border. The vein in his forehead twitched.

“Girl? She’s not a girl, she’s my wife,” Lalo huffed. The bills flicked again, a stack of paper crisp and without any hints of wear. Perfect.

“Girl, wife? What’s the difference? She’s a girl you married then, it’s the same -” “It’s not the same. She hasn’t been a girl since she was 17. She’s a woman, she’s a wife. Drop it, pendejo,” Lalo warned with a dense voice as he flicked through the bills with eyes that didn’t glance up.

“What’s wrong with asking about some girl?”

“There’s everything wrong with it, you don’t chat about a man’s wife, especially not mine,” he snarled, smacking the bills down on the adjacent table with a hard face: his nostrils flared, eyes wide, and chest tight. The conspicuous nature of the tattooed band usually confirmed him married but he hated the inevitable questions. The fact anyone but him acknowledged you was enough to piss him off; rarely did people see you. Even rarer did they speak to you. Never did they speak of you.

“Okay, I’ll quit bothering you about some dumb broad and we can get to -”

The next words never come. To is the last word. The firing of a gun forces the room into silence as Nacho stares at the scene: his jaw is clean off and the force of the bullet busting through his cranium left a big splatter on the wall behind him. The wall several feet away. Lalo treads near the body with his wild eyes, that hazy mind without rhyme or reason as he seethed with rage: Lalo kicks the body, toes of his loafer cracking at the skeleton in the corpse. The crack of his shins breaking and body shuffling, limp and lame, at the force of his kicks until Lalo slams the heel of his foot into the body’s chest and forces it back to the floor. Nacho is frozen, listening to Lalo as he fires more shots into the body, “Don’t-”

Shot.

“Call-”

Shot.

“Her-”

Shot.

“Stupid.”

Nacho stands there as Lalo pulls back to reality, tucking his gun back in his pants and breathing hot uneven breaths as he paced in circles with his hands behind his head. Eyes closed. Breathing steadier, steadier, as the minutes of silence passed in the warehouse. Before Lalo leaves, he gestures to the mess to Nacho and sits in the car only after grabbing the wads of uncounted cash. His head in his hands, Lalo is like a child whose secret, most precious toy was discovered. His insurmountable and impossible desire to keep you unknown to the world like a precious painting mounted only for his eyes always seemed to triumph his senses. Nacho rustles the garbage bags in the back of the Monte Carlo and does not ask why he is being dropped off when he is. He just watches the screen in silence as Amber and Jo tentatively try to match the pieces of the puzzle; he can still see the red and hear the gunshot.

“So why does he call you stupid? You’re not stupid to him, he doesn’t know you like I know you. He knows I’m married so why does he call you stupid?”

You hum, slicing the steak on his plate before sliding it across the counter before rounding it to sit by him. He’s still annoyed by his audacity and strangely, at the idea that someone insulted you. To say your marriage was devoid of moments of Lalo saying hurtful things would be wrong; a good portion of it was Lalo asking if you were dumb or confirming if you were dumb. His nickname for you most days was “dummy.” Your little face screws in concern, watching him tentatively as he bit into the steak. Watching. He sometimes nitpicked the seasoning of it, depending on how long you left it to marinate as he was gone. But he didn’t. He chewed on the meat, seared to a warm brown, and nestled next to some greens. He drinks until the beer is gone and brushes his teeth with you. Showers with you, silent. Still brooding. You never talk much, so the sound of the evening is the dripping of the faucet and running water in the shower, and rustling of bristles of your toothbrushes. The sound of mouthwash hitting porcelain. The sound of the fan whistling into the nest of blankets you crocheted on the king bed. The hum of the air conditioner.

The rustling of him getting into bed with you, the cord of the lamp switching off, and his breath in your ear. The sensation of his hands pulling you closer to him and fiddling with the fabric of your nightgown (satiny and flowy; easy access). He mumbles into your hair as you start to doze off, your humming into his forearm, “I know you’re smart… you dumb girl…” The last sound of the evening is this: “I think you’re smart too, baby.”

You press your head into his bicep as he spoons you, hand still rustling with the nightgown. You were smart enough to only address him with sweet words, when the rage wore off.

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theluckychemist · 21 minutes

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fuck it lalo rimming drabble. whatever. it’s 2 in the morning

warning: spit kink, degradation, face-slapping, mentions of face-sitting

“You want me to do what?”

The way he snarled around that last word caused shame to boil in your stomach, blood to rush to your cheeks. You immediately regretted saying it, and tried backpedaling hard, “I-If you don’t want to, it’s fine, just-!”

“Shhh…” Lalo pressed his thumb to your lips, forcing them closed. His other fingers swept under your chin and tilted it up to him. He craned his neck closer, his predatory eyes never leaving your face, studying every minute twitch and blink that graced your features for even a millisecond. His thumb dragged from your lips to your cheek, and swirled in circles of affection. “Qué cara tan linda… (Such a pretty face…)”

You squeaked and closed your eyes, trying to ignore the feeling of his burning into you. Or maybe that was the heat of your own embarrassment cooking you alive. Whatever it was, it was unbearable. You stayed willfully blinded, shielding yourself from reality and just focusing on the tender touch of his calloused hand. It was working. You stopped trembling, your breathing started to regulate. It seemed like everything was gonna be okay…

“You really want me to sit on it?”

…and then you were slammed face-first into reality like a fucking brick wall. Wake up, asshole.

“C’mon. Look at me.” Lalo tapped your cheek repeatedly until your eyelids just barely propped open. You slowly hoisted them up all the way up, then blinked away your shame until you could see him in focus. His expression was unclockable, only adding to your anxiety. “Tell me what you said.”

“I-, uh…” You swallowed hard, the words weighing much heavier when they weren’t rolling off your tongue in a brainless blip of passion. “I want you to sit on my face, Lalo.”

He chuckled in response, enamored by the way your depravity seemed to take priority over your dignity. You doubled down, and that was more than enough for him.

“Nasty fucking bitch.” He growled in approval, shaking you by the jaw to flaunt his literal and psychological grip on you. And if that wasn’t enough, he spat in your face, the heavy glob of spit draping over your nose and gradually dripping downwards. It went flying off your face when he slapped it. Then he threw you down against the bed with a firm command.

“Lay down on your back, whore.”

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theluckychemist · 22 minutes

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♥Lost in Translation♥

The Salamanca mansion in Albuquerque was a place of power, secrets, and a world that operated in shadows and whispers. Amongst the intricacies of their lives, you, his beloved, found yourself in a unique situation. Lalo Salamanca, the charismatic and enigmatic drug lord, often spoke to you in Spanish, a language you were still learning and far from fluent in.

As you sat together in the opulent living room one evening, the soft glow of the chandeliers casting an intimate ambiance, Lalo leaned in closer, his eyes locking onto yours. He began to speak in rapid Spanish, his words flowing effortlessly.

"Mi amor, hoy fue un día largo y agotador," Lalo said, his voice filled with a mix of weariness and affection.

You furrowed your brow, struggling to grasp the meaning of his words. "Lalo, can you please repeat that in English?"

Lalo chuckled, his smile warm and indulgent. "Of course, mi amor. I said, 'My love, today was a long and exhausting day.'"

You nodded, grateful for the translation. Learning Spanish had been a slow and challenging process, but you were determined to become fluent, especially when it came to understanding Lalo.

As the evening continued, Lalo continued to switch between Spanish and English, sometimes forgetting that your grasp of the language was still a work in progress. He would share stories, express his emotions, and even tease you, all in Spanish.

"Mi cielo, eres mi razón de ser," Lalo whispered, his eyes filled with sincerity.

You blushed at the intensity in his gaze, but couldn't help but ask for clarification. "Lalo, what does that mean?"

Lalo leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear as he repeated the phrase, "My heaven, you are my reason for being."

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, the sentiment behind them not lost in translation. It was moments like these that made you appreciate the beauty of the Spanish language and the depth of Lalo's emotions.

As the night wore on, you and Lalo engaged in conversations that spanned a range of topics. He shared stories from his past, his experiences in the cartel, and his hopes and dreams for the future. Each word he spoke in Spanish was a glimpse into his world, and you listened attentively, doing your best to understand and respond.

At times, Lalo's animated gestures and expressive tone helped convey his meaning, even when the words were unfamiliar. His laughter was infectious, and you found yourself laughing along with him, even when you weren't entirely sure what had been said.

"Te amo más de lo que las palabras pueden expresar," Lalo said, his gaze never leaving yours.

You smiled, touched by the depth of his affection, even though you weren't entirely sure of the translation. "I love you more than words can express too, Lalo."

As the night drew to a close, Lalo wrapped his arms around you, holding you close. "Eres mi todo," he murmured, his voice filled with tenderness.

You nestled into his embrace, feeling a sense of contentment and love. "You're my everything too, Lalo."

Language barriers may have posed occasional challenges in your relationship, but they also added a layer of complexity and depth. The love you shared transcended words, and you knew that with time, you would become more fluent and better able to understand Lalo's world.

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theluckychemist · 23 minutes

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Nacho and Lalo both showing interest in the same girl and trying to woo her so they can share her?

notes: render is female, pre-throuple, Lalo is Lalo and Nacho tries to keep up with him. words: 930

It was a strange night in an even stranger club. Lalo didn't seem to be in sync with how his dealers were having fun, let alone the chicanos working for Tuco. But since Tuco wasn't there anymore, it was Lalo's turn to take charge. That included attending those out-of-place gatherings where everyone drank and looked for any girl to hook up with quickly and smoke something together. Lalo was probably too old for those things, but there was no excuse for Nacho. He was so uninterested in attending that he just stayed in a corner, talking and drinking with Lalo about business. It was the only thing they talked about, as if they truly had no interest in wasting their time on trivial matters.

Lalo kept watching the people around him while Nacho was more interested in staring at the liquid in his beer, moving the bottle back and forth as he listened to reggaeton playing in the background.

"Eh, cabrón. Mira a esa vieja"(Hey, man. Look at that lady) Lalo's voice snapped Nacho out of his trance, with a pat on his shoulder and a nod with his lips, Lalo pointed at you.

You were near the speakers, trying to ignore the guy who wouldn't stop hitting on you despite your persistent refusals.

"Está bien chula la cabrona..."(She's quite hot, damn...) Lalo mentioned with a smile on his face, quickly glancing at Nacho and realizing that he seemed interested too.

"Es bonita" (She's pretty) Nacho was somewhat reserved. He had seen you before and exchanged a few words with you in the past, but nothing too serious.

"¿Bonita? No mames, es un pinche mujerón" (Pretty? Damn, she's a fucking bombshell)

Both of them kept looking at you for a few minutes until you decided to move from that spot and walk towards the bar, resting your arms on the counter and turning your back to them. Lalo chuckled, and Nacho looked away when he realized he was being too obvious. However, Lalo wasn't exactly the most subtle guy in the world, so he soon got up from where he was and walked over to the bar to stand next to you. He wasted no time ordering a tequila on the rocks and offering you a drink.

"You look a bit bored, darling" Lalo mentioned as he leaned on the bar and observed you closely.

"More than bored, somewhat disappointed" you said as you took a sip of your drink.

"Disappointed?" he asked with a more interested tone. "And why is that, princess?"

"I thought the men here would be more interesting, but all they do is brag about their money and their guns."

Lalo noticed how you briefly glanced at the revolver he had on the edge of his jeans and made a comment with an obvious hint. Perhaps he thought you were already shutting him down to prevent him from trying to flirt with you.

"You should have gone somewhere else, sweetheart. What were you expecting living in a place like this?" he teased, and you saw something in his eyes that sparkled in the darkness of the club.

"Not you, definitely" you replied playfully. Lalo noticed your wit and smiled. "Aren't you a bit too old to be in clubs like this?"

"Don't let the gray hair deceive you, darling." Instead of getting offended, Lalo became even more interested in you. Not many girls mentioned his age and avoided his flirting. "Don't you like mature men?"

"It depends..."

"Depends on what?"

"Depends on whether he can buy me another whisky or not."

Your words made him burst into laughter due to your straightforward way of speaking. If Lalo was literally interested in you before, now he had your undivided attention.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the club, Nacho watched as Lalo made moves on you and seemed to be succeeding. Something inside him bothered him. He didn't precisely know what it was, but he felt uncomfortable seeing how easily Lalo managed to get close to you when Nacho had previously struggled to approach you with intentions of flirting. Nacho took one last sip of his beer, got up from where he was, walked towards the two of you, and positioned himself next to you to order another beer.

"Nachito" Lalo caught Ignacio's attention, also making you look at him. "Don't you want to join the conversation? Here, our lovely... What's your name, sweetheart?"

After telling him your name, Lalo smiled and continued. "Here, our little princess thinks Mexican men are boring. What do you think about that?"

"No, no. I didn't say they were boring" you laughed as you shook your head.

Nacho furrowed his brow and smiled at you, leaning a bit closer to get a better look at you.

"We're boring?" Nacho's voice had a playful tone.

"I didn't say you were boring... Your friend here is just misinterpreting my words" you excused yourself while pointing at Lalo, who simply raised his hands and feigned innocence.

"So... the princess thinks we only show off money and guns, huh?" Lalo added as he took a sip of the new beer he had ordered.

"Well, only idiots boast about those things" Nacho added, looking at you, and you looked back at him. You revealed a certain chemistry between the two of you.

"I think you need to meet real men, darling..."

Lalo exchanged a knowing glance with Nacho, and he understood what he meant. They both moved a bit closer to you, and you felt Lalo's warm hand resting on the lower part of your back.

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theluckychemist · 23 minutes

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↳ ❝ [ignacio ‘nacho’ varga x f! reader ] ¡! ❞

✧. ┊ ⁭ ⁭ ⁭ ⁭fluff/angst ; i love nacho sm ; headcanons

༶•┈┈⛧┈♛ PART ONE: falling in love

.ೃ࿐ you met nacho at your favourite restaurant ‘los pollos hermanos’. your friend set you up for a date, because she thought that you needed a boyfriend (she doesn’t care that he was a random guy from a gas station) she just wanted you to be happy, because all of your relationships were toxic and you were tired of being used by everyone. you didn’t want to go to this date, you just wanted to stay in your bed and watch some stupid movies. but your friend was so dear to you, so you decided to go on this dumb date.

.ೃ࿐ the date was horrible; the man was a total creep and jerk, and you felt anxious. but you had a rescue, and your hero was nacho. he was sitting at the restaurant with lalo, because he needed to do some business with the owner. he saw how uncomfortable you were, and he couldn’t stand this man, his attitude, or how he spoke to you. varga has respect for women, so he couldn’t just ignore this situation, because he would have remorse.

.ೃ࿐ after nacho told this guy ‘nicely’ to leave you alone, you felt how your muscles relaxed. you were glad that someone in this world actually cared about others, because you knew that you alone would never win with this creep. you thanked your ‘hero’ and introduced yourself, as he does the same thing. you were intrigued by his person and mostly his look, and because you had never met that attractive man, you knew that you would want to try to have something with him.

.ೃ࿐ it's been a few days since nacho gave you his phone number; you received a message from him asking if you wanted to come over to his house and probably get to know each other better. you agreed to this invitation, and you wondered if he was finally the right person to be with. maybe you have been kind of weird, but you cannot stop thinking about him. you didn’t know why; maybe you were just naive, and he is going to be another person who breaks your heart? maybe. but at this moment, you didn’t care about it.

.ೃ࿐ the little ‘date’ at his house was incredible; you couldn’t remember when you laughed as much as with him. you two were just talking about life. nacho was a great listener, and he preferred to listen to you talk about yourself, because he thought that you were more interesting than him. he was a charming but also very intelligent man, and you were glad, that he was interested in you. all your life, you have met dumb men, but somehow you were falling in love with them (even if they didn’t love you back), or maybe you never had been truly in love; it was the question you asked yourself for years.

.ೃ࿐ this fantastic date was only the beginning. you started to hang out with ignacio more and more, and your feelings for him started growing stronger. you admire everything about him, even the little things like how his nose wrinkles while he is smiling. you were in love with his smile. he admired you as well; he loved how innocent you were, and even if you were hurt by every person in your life, you still were positive, and he loved that energy.

.ೃ࿐ nacho was confused by how easily you gained his trust; of course, you didn’t know about his specific business, because he wanted to keep you safe. but he felt comfortable with you, like he could finally be himself without being judged. he never felt that with anyone; even if he had his ‘girlfriends’ it just wasn’t the same. he doesn’t need to have sex with you to want to spend time with you. to be honest, he was happy just watching you sleep on his lap or hearing how you laughed at your own jokes.

.ೃ࿐ after almost two months of your relationship, you decided to confess your feelings to nacho. you were sure, that you wanted a serious relationship with him. you also wanted ignacio to know that he was your safe place, even if you had known him for only a few months. your confession wasn’t super creative; you just kissed him, praying that he would kiss you back (of course he kissed you back; he wanted to do this a long time ago). you & nacho could never have been happier.

༶•┈┈⛧┈♛ PART TWO: ‘betray’

.ೃ࿐ your relationship with ignacio was a dream come true. he was the first man in your life to treat you like a princess, and it was nice to finally have someone you deserved. he remembers every single thing about you, even the smallest ones. you knew that you were truly in love with him; only when you were with him your eyes have this beautiful sparkle. and you knew that nacho felt the same way; he just wasn’t this kind of person who would say that he loved you every second; his actions were enough for you.

.ೃ࿐ but even in paradise, there could be troubles. it was unexpected, because you thought that you could finally be happy. but the universe has another plan for your happiness. you hadn't seen nacho for a long time, and you needed to spend time with him, but you wanted to surprise him, so you didn’t send him a message that you were coming over. you knew where his house was, because it was the place where your first date happened. with a smile on your face, you knocked on the door and waited for nacho to open, but you didn’t see a nacho. you saw a brunette girl with only a t-shirt on her; she looked like she just woke up.

“oh, who are you? where is nacho?” you asked with a shaky voice.

“i’m nacho’s girlfriend, but he isn’t at home right now. and you are?” you felt a pain in your chest, but you forced a smile anyway.

“i’m no one important; say hi to ignacio” you said, and you went back to your car. when you was sitting in your car, you just broke down into tears. you cannot believe how he was lying to you.

.ೃ࿐ when nacho came back to his house and gave jo & amber weed, he headed up to his bedroom. all he needed at this moment was to hear your voice. he had been stressed all week, and you were his therapy. but you didn’t answer any of his calls. he got back to the living room, overthinking why you don’t send him any messages; he would be happy with even the stupid ones. he looked up at amber who was calling his name to wake him up from a trance.

“some weird girl was here; she was asking for you” nacho knows immediately that she meant you, but if you were at his house, you could just text him.

“and what did you tell her?” ignacio started to feel anxious about this situation, he knew about your trust issues and everything. he just hoped that amber didn’t say something inappropriate.

“i told her that i’m your girlfriend, and she said to say hi from her” amber shrugged her shoulders and puffed on her joint. nacho’s face started to be pale. he wanted to kill amber for these words; they weren’t even a real couple. now he knew that he had messed up.

༶•┈┈⛧┈♛ PART THREE: happy again.

.ೃ࿐ it was a few weeks after your meeting with amber. you were heartbroken. you cannot understand why every single person you felt safe with needs to hurt you. you thought that nacho was your soulmate, but you were just his casual, that was what you were thinking. but nacho loved you, even if he didn’t say it out loud. he needed you. the weeks without you, were a nightmare. he couldn’t focus on work, he wasn’t happy at all. lalo saw the change in nacho’s behavior, but he didn’t comment on it, even if he wanted to; they were here to work, not exactly to complain about privacy problems.

.ೃ࿐ nacho couldn’t just sit there and act like nothing happened; he needed to explain himself and tell you about everything he was hiding from you. he doesn’t expect that you would forgive him; you would be his only love anyway. he also wanted to see you; he missed your laugh and smile; he missed everything about you. so after work, he heads over to your house.

.ೃ࿐ when you saw nacho, for a few seconds, you just stared at him. were you mad at him? definitely. but did you miss him? so bad. and that was a reason why you hugged him and put your head on his chest; you didn’t even notice that tears started to fall down on your cheeks, wetting nacho’s shirt. he hugged you back, kissing the top of your head.

.ೃ࿐ after you sat on your couch, you didn’t say anything; you were just listening to ignacio’s stories. about who is amber for him, what is his real job (because suddenly he wasn’t working with his dad) you appreciate that he was honest this time. you weren’t scared of his job, because you knew his real side — this side that he was showing only in front of you. after hearing all of his explanations, you were no longer mad or sad. you loved this man, and you were happy, that he wanted to fight for your relationship.

.ೃ࿐ all you said to him was ‘thank you’. the rest of the night you spent making up every second you didn’t spend with ignacio. you were happy that everything was finally alright and that you could be happy again, with the only man you wanted in your life. with nacho.

.ೃ࿐

“i love you, cariño, only you” ignacio said, kissing your temple.

“i love you ignacio”

the end.

thank you for attention! i hope you liked this headcanons, it was so fun to write this!

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I'm up to no good lately

(I do this just for his tummy)

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theluckychemist · 28 minutes

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Can we get some more somno Lalo with Princesca? I loved your HCs and I can see Lalo getting really intense with sleepy/sleeping Princesca especially because he gets his best ideas when everyone else is sleeping

Bite Down

Lalo Salamanca x Reader NSFW, SOMNO, Biting, Very slight actual PIV smut at the end.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.

Your neck is bare. Lalo laughs to himself.

You're naked from the neck down - all of you just open to him. He's betting you're cold, his sleepy girl. The things the man does to you...a bare neck shouldn't get to him.

But Lalo's watching your skin there and an idea pulses against his teeth. He laughs, or just exhales out the nose before he feels his face just come....just come to nothing. A nice stare on you.

You don't even know. He could do anything to Princesa and you wouldn't know. No, you'd just wake up with those little noises that don't help to stop him. But you never want him to stop, do you?

Lalo presses his thumb against his tooth.

Then again, maybe it's not just the skin of your neck tilted getting to Lalo, maybe it's all of you coming together on the bed. Mumbling, sleepy. And you're his girl, it'd be wrong for there to be times where he doesn't want your body.

Sweet, sleepy little body.

The heavy pit sets in, cause of course it does. It's night and Lalo's alone in his thoughts - it was either sooner or later for his eyes to come on you, making sure that he'll have you. He has you like this all the time.

Maybe it's just the heat of the night that's getting Lalo heavier with his thoughts, heavier with his eyes. He'll have to make sure to not squeeze so tightly.

Lalo brushes his nose along Princesa's cheek and his chin follows after. He hums low. He likes to hum, you like to hear him hum. You're probably dreaming about it - all those mumbles humming along with him.

He smiles when you lean into the scratch of his mustache on your skin. Pretty pretty, untouched skin. Nothing's ever broken through.

Just the one time. Just that one time that he wasn't there for, but that wasn't his fault, Princesa. Nah, you were making mistakes and you were alone. You don't do good alone.

Lalo takes a hand between your legs, petting your inner thighs.

"There you go, Princesa."

You're rolling your hips into his touch, cause of course you are. You need him too much, even in your sleep.

Lalo kisses and kisses, making himself gentle against the pulse of his teeth. Your soft curving jaw. You smell good.

You smelt like grease the first time he met you. He'll never tell you that unless you ask, cause even with a tease you'll get all pouty. Hurt and you'll start thinking too much. He'll have to soothe you.

He groans. Lalo feels his cock twitch, blood rushing down. Body on fire - he can laugh again cause you've got him bad. Lalo will admit to that.

Maybe teasing you isn't the worst thing. But he smelt that vanilla under all the grease of the kitchen, the warmth of a shy, mumbled thing who needed someone to keep her so badly.

"That's a sweet thing. Sweet Princesa."

He'd do anything for you, Princesa, like keep this going. All the way until you wake up whimpering. Ay,

He rolls his back and hushes you when you make soft, struggled sounds. But you roll up into his touch, so open for your guy.

"I've got you. Papi has you...you left your neck so open, Princesa. What for, huh?"

Lalo grips your other thigh, rough touch on your skin. In his grasp. He presses his forehead into yours.

He holds your jaw and neck with a palm, breathing a hot breath on you because you're just too much. You gotta know. Little slut. Just a whore - you want all the ensangrentada things as much as he does. You've never denied him and hell, sometimes for your own safety, Lalo has to deny you. When you've got yourself in a tunnel while he's fucking you.

Not surprising, you're here dreaming of him.

Lalo comes down to suck on your jaw, then your neck - something you get so heated about. Grasping at him and wrapping your legs around his waist, needy whore. He wouldn't have it any other way, huh?

Not as he laps at your sweat. Can't be cold when your guy is the one to take care of you. He takes care of you, like how your little sounds can take care of his cock and get the pit red.

...La-" Lalo...Lalo doesn't know, he's not one to think deep in his movements, he just moves his mouth to bare his teeth along your skin, hand gripping your thigh to come up to squeeze hard at your breast. "La..."

Lalo.

He pinches your nipple. Not careful, but he's not gonna care - you'll wake up and he won't have one thought on the way he just...bites down.

"Princesa."

Lalo tastes perfection. He tastes why the night should last forever.

"...Lalo?"

He opens you up, perfect pussy bare when he bends your legs against his stomach.

You're breathing hard. So confused.

The image sits hot in Lalo's head - he just bites harder.

"Lalo!"

He's not gonna come up, but he has to cause he's a gentle man with you, he wants his cock inside you and he wants it to feel good for you. Lalo will have to let go so he can get you wet - but just one bite more.

"Ah - Lalo!"

He bites harder when your arms come around his back, pulling him in. Confused and warm Princesa.

His hand slips down from your breast and he smiles.

"Already wet, what were you dreaming about?"

Lalo licks at your little bite mark, it tastes like the rest of his goddamn life. God willing, but Lalo...

And forgive him, lord, but he can fight the unwilling.

Lalo breathes with your gasps. Keep gasping, Princesa. Little whore, so wet already.

You're more than willing, you're his.

Lalo bend your legs against your body, kissing your toes. He presses his cock against your pussy.

You moan out when he fucks himself inside of you, cock slipping in his sweet girl.

Instead of rolling his head back or breathing harder than a man like him is supposed to, Lalo bites back down, the rest of his life tasting like red.

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Tell Me

Pairing:: Eduardo "Lalo" Salamanca x Reader

Warnings:: reader getting jumped, violence, gun violence, Lalo being Lalo, angst

Gif not mine, credit to the owner

You walked in the front door, holding your side tightly. The pressure of your arm squeezing over your probably broken ribs helped take the pain away. The room was dark when you walked in and you were ever so grateful for that. In the darkness, the bruises and the swollen eye and the busted lip wouldn't be as visible as you snuck your way into the bedroom.

Closing and locking the door as quietly as you could, you let out a shaky breath. You were safe at home, his home. You shouldn't have ever left, something you were kicking yourself for the whole way back. As you hobbled around, your right leg needing to limp, you were hoping Lalo was asleep. If he was, you only had a small window of opportunity before he woke up.

They didn't know who you were, the importance you held. You were just walking down the street as they called for you, whistling and calling you names. You kept walking, stepping a little faster. You had never been in that part of town before, so you were all turned around and the added panic of the six men following after you wasn't helping.

Slowly, they caught up to you in a dark alleyway. One of them grabbed your arm and you spun, punching him hard, breaking his nose. His screams echoed down the alley and his friends weren't too happy with you. The other five grabbed you, slapping, punching, kicking, doing everything they could to hurt you.

You were laying on the ground as they picked up your belongings. The blood under you looked thick and dark, dark red, redder than you ever imagined. They took your wallet, noting how much cash you were carrying, your diamond bracelet Lalo gave you on your first anniversary, your diamond necklace he gave you on Valentine's Day, your Rolex watch he gave you for your birthday, your engagement ring he gave just two months ago.

It felt like hours had gone by as you laid on the hard concrete. Everything hurt and you just wanted to die instead of facing Lalo. You were beyond embarrassed that you couldn't protect yourself like you thought you could. Sitting up slowly, you felt liquid run down your cheeks and you didn't know if it was blood or tears. It was probably both. You picked yourself up, fixing your bloody clothes and began heading towards home.

It was a long walk and each step made it feel so much longer. The sun was gone and the night was turning cold. You were thankful they didn't take your keys as you walked up the driveway and pulled them from your pocket.

The lamp flicked on beside the fireplace and you stopped, seeing your own shadow against the wall. Your back was to him; he didn't know the damage that had been done to you.

"Where the hell have you been?" he asked, a cross because anger and concern. "It has been two hours."

"I went for a walk," you said softly, weakly. "I'm really tired, baby, I wanna go to bed." His chair squeaked and you listened to his footsteps getting closer. You started to take a step toward the bedroom and he grabbed your arm.

You yelped and started crying, yanking away from him. As you spun, he saw not only the horror on your face, but the bruises, the swollen eye, the split lip, every cut that was gushing out blood. You cried and backed into the wall, sinking down to the floor.

He knelt in front of you, rage coursing through his veins. Someone not only touched you, but they hurt you. You were his and someone put their hands on you and touched you. He shushed you softly, needing you to calm down. You slowed your sob to a cry, letting out a low whimper like a beaten dog.

"Who did this?" he asked softly. You shook your head, looking down at your legs. He reached out, cupping your cheeks gently. "Who...did...this?" he whispered.

"I don't know," you whimpered, crying harder. Tears fell from your eyes and he caught them with his thumbs as he shushed you again. "There were...six of them. I couldn't get away. They...they...I think they..." You shook your head and sobbed, leaning forward and falling into him.

"Okay," he said, breathing heavy as he rubbed your back. "Okay." He placed a kiss on the top of your head and sighed, "Let's get you cleaned up." He shook you from him and stood. Those few seconds away from him, you wanted him back. He leaned down and picked you up, carrying you into the bathroom.

He sat you down on the closed toilet and grabbed a washcloth. As he wet it with warm water, he stared down at you while you hid from him. He knelt on the floor in front of you and brushed your hair from your face gently. You tried to look away from him, ashamed, but he cupped your chin and pulled you back.

"Don't," he whispered. "Hold still." He gently dapped the dried blood off your skin, holding your chin between his finger and thumb. "Tell me what happened."

"I don't want to," you sighed, tears filling your eyes.

"Tell me," he said.

As he wiped the blood off your skin, his touch was so light and delicate, you forgot who he was. You told him everything that happened, ever name they called, everything they did, everything you didn't do.

You cried quietly as he rinsed the blood out of the cloth. "You're safe now," he said as he wrang it out. "It's okay." He knelt in front of you again and lifted the side of your shirt you were babying. As he looked over the large bruise, he clicked his tongue and said, "I don't think anything is broken, but I don't know."

He pressed his fingers along your side and you winced slightly. It hurt but you thought it was only from the bruised skin since it wasn't a ten.

"Do you want to go to the hospital to make sure?" he asked. You shook your head and lowered your shirt. "Are you sure?"

"I want to go to bed," I said, your voice sounding tired and weak.

He nodded and helped you up and into the bedroom. He helped you change your clothes and get into bed. He laid down beside you and held you in his chest as you cried yourself to sleep.

What you didn't know was that once you fell asleep, he called Nacho and told him to come sit with you. Half an hour later, Lalo left and walked the streets, going to the exact place you told him you were. He looked around for any clues as to where they went. He found a tipped over beer bottle with beer still wet on the sidewalk. He followed that to a still smoldering cigarette butt about ten feet away.

He heard them before he saw them. "His nose is busted, yo!" one of them laughed.

"He's gonna need that cash to have that shit stitched back to his face," another said. Lalo heard a beer bottle smash against the pavement as he kept walking slowly.

"That bitch..." one sighed. "That bitch fought like hell."

"You would too if you had that many diamonds and cash, yo! I mean, we can get like thirty g's for those rocks!" the first one said.

"Church," another added.

Lalo stopped in front of the lawn they were congregating on. He stared at them as they slowed realized he was there.

"What'chu want, vato?" one scoffed, lifting his shirt to show off the gun he stole from someone else.

"I want my money," he said, calm as could be. "And the bracelet, the necklace, the ring, and the watch."

"Get outta here before we cap yo' ass!" the one yelled. "You don't want to mess with us!"

He looked over to the guy with the very broken nose. "What happened to you?" he asked.

"Bitch threw a nasty left hook," he said. Lalo nodded and smiled, proud of the fact that you remembered what he taught you.

"I want my money," he repeated, looking straight ahead again. "And the bracelet, the necklace, the ring, and the watch. I'm not leaving here without them."

They stood up and walked over slowly to him. Anyone else would be afraid of the six men heading in their direction, but not Lalo. No, he saw it as a challenge. He took a step back, what they thought was a step in fear. No, it was a step to give him more room.

The one guy grabbed the handle of the gun and he became Lalo's first target. He pulled his own gun and shot him in the knee before he could get it out of the waistband of his sweatpants. As their friend fell to the ground, the five of them stopped and looked at Lalo.

"My money, the bracelet, the necklace, the ring, and the watch," he repeated. He smiled and stood there and waited. One of them took a large step forward and Lalo shot him in the foot and then the side. He hit the ground screaming. "I'm not going to ask again."

By the time Lalo got what he came for, all of them were on the ground bleeding. He slowly dropped each item into his pockets as he listened to them, crying, wailing, screaming in agony. They didn't know what pain was, he thought as he stepped over to them. With each crunch under his steps, the boys whimpered, trying to get away.

"Which one of you is the leader, huh?" he asked, pointing to each of them, one at a time. "Is it you?" he asked the one with the broken nose.

"N-no, I don't think so," he said, wiping his tears away.

"You don't think so?" Lalo scoffed. "Who do you think is the leader? Whose bright idea was it to attack mi amor?" No one answered him and he exhaled heavily. "Well, guess I'm just going to kill all of you anyways, doesn't matter who I start with."

The boy with the broken nose cried, yelling, "No, no, no, no!" as Lalo squatted down in front of him.

"Shh, shh, shh," he sighed, sitting him up a little. "Now, I'm assuming, based on the state you were in when I got here, you started it, no?" The boy nodded, regretting everything that he did. "I figured. I have something special planned for you." He patted his shoulder as he stood up.

As he raised the gun, aiming at the first boy's head, his phone began to ring. He groaned and flipped it open, staring down at the boy who was clutching his knee.

"Yeah?" he answered. He didn't know who was going to be speaking on the other line.

"Come home," you whispered. When he heard your voice, he looked back at his phone, confused how you know just what he was doing. "I'm sure whatever you did to them was enough."

"I need to fix this," he said softly. The gun was still aimed steadily at the boy's head. He stared up at Lalo, hoping whoever was on the other end could save him. "I need to kill them for touching you."

"No, Lalo, I'm sure what you did was enough," you said. He chuckled, shaking his head at the mercy you had. "Please, just come home." Lalo smiled and told you he was on his way.

When he walked in the front door, Nacho was sitting on the couch watching an old soccer game. He stood up and waited for his next order, which was to go home. Lalo didn't tell him where he had run off to, but the state you were in and the blood that covered Lalo, he could put it together.

As Lalo walked into the bedroom, he was busy pulling out each piece of jewelry and the six thousand dollars from his pocket. You stirred and looked up at him. "Did you...kill them?" you whispered, your voice raspy and your throat scratchy from crying.

"Don't worry about it," he smiled, sitting on the edge of the bed. He picked up your left hand and slid your ring back onto your finger. He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead and said, "They won't be bothering you again." He rubbed his thumb over where he had kissed you.

"Will you...come to bed?" you sighed, looking up at him.

"Si, Si, por su puesto," he said. "Let me change and wash up, yeah?" You nodded and laid back down as he stood up.

In the darkness of the room, you didn't see the blood that covered his shirt and arms and hands. You would never see what he did for you.

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theluckychemist · 35 minutes

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How would Saul and Lalo react if reader had no experience with head😳 I imagine they’d coach them through it but ahhhhhh my brain can’t even handle the thought of all the praise

CUUUUUUUTE 🥺🥺🥺

Saul

"Ow! Watch the teeth, kid!"

You pulled your mouth off immediately once you heard Saul hiss in pain. "Oh, shit! Sorry! Are you okay?"

Saul smoothed your hair as he collected himself. "Yeah, yeah, I'm good, no worries. Just, uh... just open your mouth a bit more, I guess? And maybe, like, keep your tongue over your bottom teeth. Covers the chompers, ya get me?"

You took a quick catch breath and accepted the criticism in stride. "Okay, I can do that. So, uh... was I doing okay otherwise?"

"Oh yeah! I mean, for your first time, not bad! I'm impressed, actually. Suckin' dick is harder than it looks..." He smiled, then backtracked immediately once he realized how gay that sounded, as if having another man sucking his dick somehow wasn't gay, "...so I'm told."

You snickered and went back to work, starting by pressing a few wet kisses to his balls. When you did that, you could feel him tense up and whimper, louder than he had been the whole time. Oh? That seemed to be a weakness of his. You'd have to come back to that. You licked up the length of his cock and gave it a few pumps with your hand before you took him back in, taking his advice to heart. It seemed to be working, if his noises of pleasure were any indication.

"Oh, that's it..." He sighed, gently patting your hair. "That's my boy... That's MUCH better..."

You pulled your lips off him and spit on his tip. From there, you spread your saliva down his shaft and lowered yourself back down to his balls. You wanted to test your theory and see if that really was his weakness. Sure enough, he started whining and singing your praise once you ran your tongue across them.

"Oh! Oh my god, yes! Yes!" He panted, "God, fuck, kid, you're..." You took one into your mouth and gently sucked on it. "Ngh! Ohhh, you're gonna be the death of me..."

Lalo

This was terrifying.

You could feel Lalo staring down at you, almost evaluating you. He was quiet. Eerily quiet. Shouldn't he be like moaning or something? Oh god, were you boring him? You totally were, weren't you? The thoughts raced in your head until his deep voice drew them to a halt.

"You don't have to be so nice, y'know."

You froze and looked up at him in confusion, your mouth still full of cock. "Hmm?"

Lalo chuckled and nudged you off him. "I mean you're being too careful, baby. You nervous or something? It's not gonna bite you, sweetheart."

You drew your eyes away from him and sighed. "Well, I mean... kinda... I've never really done this before..."

Lalo cupped your face in his hands and gave you some words of encouragement. "Really? Well, for a first-timer, you're doing alright. You want some help?"

Help? What, was he gonna suck himself off? Give you a demonstration? You answered hesitantly. "Wh... What do you mean?"

Lalo smiled and caressed your cheek. "Well, for starters, don't be afraid to get messy. Like, the wetter the better, y'know? And don't worry about making it pretty. You're cute either way. I'll enjoy the show."

You blushed and laughed nervously. "I... Yeah, okay... So like... be messy?"

"Yeah! Really messy. And take it deeper, if you can. If you gag, you'll actually make more spit and it lubes it up for you." Lalo ran his fingers through your hair and held his cock against your lips. "Do you want me to show you?"

You could tell what was coming. You were staring it right in the face, and you liked what you saw. "I... Yeah... Not too crazy though, alright?"

Lalo chuckled again. "Of course. Just relax."

Apparently, he must have had a different definition of crazy, because you were thoroughly unprepared for him to start. He knotted his fingers in your hair and used your mouth to jerk himself off, hard, fast, and relentless. He forced you down to the base and held you there as you gagged. He seemed to be enjoying himself, throwing his head back and cursing under his breath as you drenched his cock in drool.

"Oh, eso es. Está bien, cariño... Carajo, tu boca de puta me siente tan bueno... (Oh, that's it... That's good, sweetheart... Goddamn, your whore mouth feels so good.)" He pulled you off him and let you breathe after coughing up more spit. He laughed at the sight of you. "There you go! Good boy! Are you sure you haven't done this before?"

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…..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.

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theluckychemist · 38 minutes

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can you PLEASE write some jealous lalo hcs!! tysm!!!

jealous lalo? you're speaking my language

cw: a little nsfw but nothing crazy

this man has absolutely zero shame in his game

if he sees you talking to someone he even remotely considers a threat, he’ll sling an right over your shoulder and press the fattest kiss on your cheek!!

definitely soooo petty. “oh i see you’ve met my amorcito!” “nice to meet you, i’m their boyfriend!” he’d say this with the most mischievous glimmer in his eyes.

he’d keep a smug grin on his face, even with the sassy undertone.

10000% leaves hickies in the most noticeable areas if he’s feeling particularly jealous. he would brush your hair over or “adjust” your shirt just so they’d be more visible for people to leave you alone.

not overly clingy, but keeps a rough hand on your thigh or interlinks your hands. he makes it visible enough to where you two aren’t clingy but everyone knows you’re together

this man is still crazy. if someone won’t leave you alone or is being particularly touchy, you might never see them again. or when you do find them they’ll be… roughed up.

it’s not that he doesn’t want you to have friends! he just wants you all to himself (his words)

he can be extremely possessive or just simple (dropping a ‘back off’ to whomever is speaking to you) every now and then… depends on his mood.

if you two are going out and you look really good, he’ll just drop by behind you when you’re in the mirror, locking one of his gold chains around your neck or spritzing some of his cologne on you. then he’d press a kiss into your neck and lock eyes with you in the mirror, a greedy hunger in his eyes. “gotta let them know, hm?”

he’s really threatening to people who try to mess with you. if someone won’t leave you alone? apologies to them in advance. he’d be the most grandiose motherfucker about it, grabbing the person by the collar and pushing them away. so extra!

all in all, he really really REALLY loves you and will let it be known whenever is necessary

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theluckychemist · 39 minutes

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I can't choose who I want to see this prompt written for, so you can choose (or maybe do all of them idk 😳)

reader asks Tuco/Lalo/Nacho if she can watch him jerk off (don't ask I just have a problem) and he agrees. nsfw ensues

notes: render is female, lewd, male masturbation. words: 559 - 602 - 353

⸻Tuco

Definitely, Tuco was surprised by your request.

Maybe he had a wrong image of you, but that didn't bother him, on the contrary, your boldness truly hardened him with just the question.

Tuco wrapped his arm around you and pulled you closer, planting a soft kiss on your forehead as he arrived home and found you awake. He seemed still a bit animated from the kitchen, you knew it by how dilated his pupils were and his breathing faster than usual. That was when your question snapped him out of his trance.

"I was wondering if you'd like… Well… If you want to masturbate while I watch…"

Tuco smiled mischievously, his eyes lit up with a mixture of excitement and lust. He had always enjoyed exploring your desires together, pushing the boundaries to create an exhilarating experience. "Mmm… You know how to tempt me, my love" he responded in a low, seductive voice. "The idea of you watching me pleasure myself… excites me."

He grinned wickedly, his eyes gleaming with anticipation of revealing his most intimate desires. He loved embracing your fantasies and sharing them with him, and he was eager to take a raw glimpse into your thoughts.

"All right, my love," he purred, his voice low and seductive. "I'll show you exactly what goes through my mind when I indulge myself."

He reclined on the couch, slightly parting his legs as his hand began to travel toward the bulge in his pants. With deliberate slowness, he unbuttoned and slowly lowered the zipper, revealing glimpses of the hardened length beneath.

As he freed himself from confinement, he looked deeply into your eyes with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. The confident way he exposed himself to you was exhilarating. Quickly, he wasted no time in licking his own palm to lubricate it, taking hold of the base of his hardened and almost pulsating member. Under your critical gaze, everything felt much more pleasurable. Tuco didn't take long to move his hand up and down, just the way he liked it: fast and rough, as if trying to quickly release himself, seeking pleasure as fast as possible. His grunts were low and guttural, usually Tuco didn't hold back his excitement and was as loud as he was vulgar.

"You're enjoying watching me like this, aren't you?" he grunted as his hand moved forcefully over his cock, his hips reacting to the stimulation and moving against his hand. "You're a dirty girl, asking me to masturbate in front of you."

The room filled with moans mixing with the erotic sound of his masturbation, his pleasure intertwining with yours even though you weren't physically involved, and that only fueled Tuco's desires even more; a twisted dance of power and submission that you managed to exert over him. Tuco continued to pleasure himself, surrendering to the fantasies swirling in his mind, each stroke bringing him closer to the edge.

"Do you like hearing this?" he groaned through clenched teeth, his eyes fixed on you as desire consumed him, and when he noticed his member trembling, he knew he was about to release the thick load of semen that spilled freely into his hand and onto his pants. Despite being tired from the effort he exerted, his erection remained, and a malicious smile flooded his face as he watched you.

⸻Lalo

Lalo's eyes sparkled with a mixture of surprise and intrigue when you confessed your desire. A mischievous smile tugged at his lips, his mind already spinning with possibilities. "Mmm… Do you want to watch me pleasure myself, my little love?" he purred, leaning closer to whisper in your ear. "You know how to tempt me…"

He gently lifted your chin and looked into your eyes. His voice dropped to a husky whisper full of promise. "I would be more than happy to grant your wish." He punctuated his words with a soft nibble on his lower lip before pulling back slightly, giving you the opportunity to express any preferences or instructions you might have at the moment.

"Tell me… How would you like it, standing up? Lying down and stretched out? Or maybe in front of a mirror so you can see all the angles?" The possibilities seemed endless in Lalo's mind as he waited for more guidance from you.

"I think I just want to see you pleasuring yourself. Like you would any day. I want you to tell me what you think about when you masturbate."

Lalo smiled, his eyes sparkling with a mixture of mischief and desire. His hand moved to gently caress your thigh as he leaned closer again, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "Mmm… Do you want to know what goes through my mind when I pleasure myself? How deliciously naughty."

He shifted in his chair, settling slightly as he took a more comfortable position. Her gaze riveted on you, her low, seductive voice sounded like music to your ears. "When I touch myself, my thoughts often drift to you, my love... Imagining your soft lips on mine, your hands exploring every inch of my body." He paused for effect, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.

He unbuckled his belt as he kept his dark gaze on you, you could tell how his cock was begging to be released from his blue jeans, as his erection popped and showed as hard as it was, he reached up to you and extended his hand towards your face

"Do me the honor, little love…" his mischievous smile remained on his face, his mustache curved in such a way that he looked as attractive as he had ever looked before.

Without hesitation, you helped him lubricate his hand so he could work better, licking his salty palm as you lingered on his fingers, increasing his arousal

"I'm also thinking of taking control... Domination…" His voice took on a darker tone as he continued, bringing his hand lubricated with your saliva and massaging the tip of his aching cock with need "I imagine tying your hands and teasing you relentlessly until you beg me to release you..." A glint of dominance danced in his eyes as he described the scenario, as shameless as he could only be.

His hand moved slowly and precisely, just as he was fascinated by it, you could feel how his grip was hard and firm, almost as if he wanted to feel as much pressure as possible "I imagine your pretty little pussy squeezing me… Your sweet little mouth taking all of my cock…. How hot you feel around me."

Lalo normally didn't usually masturbate and ejaculate instantly, not when he was so imaginative and preferred to think of erotic scenarios while pleasuring himself, but under your hungry gaze and the thrill of the moment, it didn't take him long to release several whitish spurts that spread all over his shirt and hand. Panting due to his intense climax so sudden but powerful.

⸻Nacho

Nacho felt a surge of surprise at your request, but he kept his cool. He understood that intimacy could take different forms for different partners and was willing to explore new experiences with you. "If that's something you're interested in, mi amor…" he replied softly, his voice tinged with curiosity and desire. "I'm open to trying it. Watching you watch me pleasure myself… Mmm."

He leaned closer, placing a soft kiss on the corner of your lips "Tell me exactly how you would like me to do this for you? Should I undress slowly? Or should I start touching myself right away?"

"I think I just want to see you giving yourself pleasure… Like you would any day…"

Ignacio placed one of his hands on her thigh as his other hand slid down to her groin area. With deliberate slowness, he began stroking himself through his pants, rubbing the bulge that had formed there.

A soft moan escaped Nacho's lips as he leaned back in the chair, letting himself be carried away by the pleasure. "Normally, I don't usually do this... Not when I can have you at any time…" he confessed breathlessly. "But when I do, I think of your soft touch…. Your eager mouth…"

His movements became more pronounced as he continued to stroke himself through the fabric, each movement accompanied by shudders of pleasure coursing through his body.

"Do you like seeing me like this? Seeing how you affect me?" he asked, his voice laced with desire and a hint of vulnerability. "Tell me… What does it do to you?"

"It's amazing… Listening to your fantasies…" Your deep voice managed to increase the excitement inside his pants "Do you think about how tight I am around you?"

Nacho grunts and has to unbutton his pants apt to free his aching cock, massaging it without lubrication as he takes advantage of your voice to feed his fantasies "All the time… I do it all the fucking time…"

But masturbation wasn't something that satisfied Nacho, he needed more and almost watched you with pleading eyes as he begged "Please… Help me here…"

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theluckychemist · 39 minutes

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Better Call Saul characters with saying I love you for the first time? Don’t care who you have but can it at least include Howard and Nacho?

yeah sure! slight spoilers for season five.

—JIMMY ☆

The first time Jimmy ever tells you he loved you happened after his trek through the desert. He had come back, sunburnt to hell and dehydrated out of his mind. Looking like he had just dragged a few bags of bricks from hell and back—which wasn't far off from the truth. So when you picked him up, fingers anxiously tapping on your steering wheel, it was the most he could do to reassure you with a slight squeeze of your hand.

Only once you had gotten back home and lowered him into a cool bath did Jimmy close his eyes, letting a small 'I Love You' slip from his chapped lips. Which were swiftly rewarded with a kick kiss, the first genuine smile breaking out on his face in days.

—KIM ☆

You said it to her first.

Kim has a difficult time reading people and their emotions outside of her workplace, something that bled into your relationship together. Of course, you understood, taking your time with her and getting comfortable as a pair. That's why it took so long for you to say anything to her that would take your relationship to the next level.

It most likely occurred on some random movie night. The both of you in sweatpants sitting on the couch watching a black and white movie, curled around each other and just forgetting about life's worries. She took a moment to pause the movie, facing you and your caring gaze. Kim captured your lips in a soft kiss after a moment, washing away any worries that might have been lingering at her delayed response.

—HOWARD ☆

HMM had the privilege of being the place where Howard first confessed the true depth of his love for you.

He hardly could sit still. It was the third boring meeting of the day, discussing something he couldn't care less about when you were sitting next to him. It was all he could do to contain his giddy feelings, occasionally nudging your foot foot under the table with a barely contained smile. So the minute after everyone had slowly trickled out of the conference room, he caught the tail end of your suits cuff, pulling you into a heart melting kiss, both of your teeth occasionally clicking together on accident.

"You know what?" He mummbled against your lips, his own buzzing with electricity. "I think I love you."

"I think I love you too Howie."

—NACHO ☆

Part of the reason Nacho was so invested in you was the feeling he got when catching a glimpse of you. It was one he didn't feel often anymore; after getting involved with the drug ring and such. One of security. Warmth. Being home. The only other person who ever made him feel like that was his dad. And things hadn't been going to well in that department lately.

Nacho was quiet around you. Not the same stony kind of silence he presented in his pine of work. That was pure defensiveness, not letting anyone see into his head unless he wanted them too. No, around you he was quiet becuase he preferred to hear your voice. To listen to you talk to him about your day and carry on a conversation just by looking at him for a non verbal response. He loved how you knew what he was trying to say without actually saying it.

"I love you (Y/n)." He had mummbled into your hair one evening—between your tales of horrid days working in customer service. "I love you more than I've ever loved anyone."

—LALO ☆

Light had barely begun to peak through the curtains, and Lalo was already rolling out of bed with a sigh. Pulling away from your warm embrace, yet another night without sleep plauging his mind with things he had to do today.

"Sorry querido." He would chuckle, slipping into more formal clothing as you quietly called for him to come back to bed. "You know I have to go tend to some things."

His smile softened even more as you rolled over in his direction, eyes still closed and scrunched with drowsy annoyance. Accompanied by a small frown.

"Fine. Bu' be quick. L've you."

Lalo paused, a patterned shirt draped over his bare shoulder in the moment. You would later remember the dozens of kisses he peppered across your face in a moment of adoration, mirroring your accusation of love in between each one.

"Por dios serás mi muerte."

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theluckychemist · 41 minutes

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The feminism leaving my body everytime i see this scene in Better Call Saul

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theluckychemist · 41 minutes

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got silly goofy high and had an epiphany 😌 (had this cookin in my drafts for weeks yk how it be)

warning: breeding kink, piss kink, spit kink, intox, degradation/slurs

anatomical terms: pussy/cunt, t-dick

“Oh, god, you feel so good… Feels so fucking good, you little whore… You do this often? Spreading your legs for any old man who buys you a drink? Betcha have some real daddy issues, don’tcha, boy?”

Lalo grabbed your chin and spat in your face as he fucked you up against the bathroom stall.

“Slut.”

In response, you reached out and pulled him in closer, sobbing with pleasure into his shoulders. You squeezed him as tight as you could, inside and out. Your chests pressed together as your vice of a cunt milked him dry.

Lalo growled, stabbing his coke nails into your hips and viciously thrusting into you, his balls slapping into your t-dick, the two of you jiggling the flimsy lock on the stall that threatened to give way. “Oh, te pinche putito… Ngh, voy a venir… Voy a venir dentro de tí… Voy a llenarte y poner un pinche bebé en tí, joto… Mmm, te vas a estar tan lleno… Tan lleno de mi leche… (Oh, you little fucking slut… Ngh, I’m gonna cum… I’m gonna cum inside you… Gonna fill you up and put a fucking baby in you, faggot… Mmm, you’re gonna be so full… So full of my cum…)”

You had no clue what he was saying, but it sounded fucking hot. He wasn’t talking to you, moreso at you. This wasn’t a balanced exchange; you were just a hole, one of many he could’ve picked to empty himself in. Your limp body dangled in his arms as he used it, a lifeless sex doll for his sole pleasure. He jerked himself off with your pussy until he came with a loud-

“Fuck!”

And boom goes the dynamite. His hot cum spurted inside you, filling you up just like he said he would. As he flooded your hole, both of your brains flooded with dopamine. That physical satisfaction came alongside mental gratification, reinforcing this debauched behavior. You’d surely seek it out again.

Lalo laughed in delight as the relief washed over him. “Oh… Hah… Haha… Phew, you’re incredible, kid. Best fuck I’ve had in a really long time.” He swept your hair out of your face and tenderly kissed you on the forehead. “I’m gonna pull out now, okay?”

“Nonononono, keep it…” you whined, your limbs locking around his back, “K-Keep it iiin…”

“Aww, you’re precious, honey…” He cooed, peppering kisses along your neck. “But I have to piss, so I kinda have to take it out…”

For some stupid reason, maybe it was the cocktail of substances and the myriad levels of pleasure you were dealing with, or maybe just the immaturity of “haha piss funny”, you started snickering. A lot.

”Oh?” Lalo inquired, “What’s so funny, chiquito?”

The haze of goofy laughter dissipated, and what cast it away was the bright light of an idea. A sick, sinful, salacious idea. “Do you… Do you have to take it out?”

That made Lalo snort. He chuckled, shook his head, and replied, “Oh my god, no. No, baby, you don’t want that. I can’t do that to you… You’re too cute for that…”

You mewled with disappointment, hiding your face in his neck out of shame and praying to whatever god may be that you didn’t make this weird.

Lalo sweetly stroked your hair and sighed. “Look at me.” He commanded, snapping his fingers and you obeyed, picking your face up from the shadows. “You really want it?”

You nodded, your big puppy dog eyes bulging with need.

“Say please.”

“P-Please…”

“Please, who?”

Shit, what was this guy’s name again? He definitely told you… Oh, yeah. “Lalo… P-Please, Lalo…”

“Please, Lalo, what?

Oh, god, he was gonna make you say it? Beg for it, even? …Eh, whatever. Fuck it. “P-Please, Lalo… P-Pee inside me…”

“Good boy.” Lalo pressed his lips to yours. “I will, since you asked so nicely.”

For a few moments, everything was still. Nothing outside the bathroom stall existed, let alone mattered to you right now. All that mattered was Lalo’s cock throbbing inside you. You waited, and waited, you weren’t sure for what. Then, the signal came.

Lalo grunted, “Here it comes, baby.”

And so it did. The most prominent sensation was the intense heat pooling inside your debased hole, filling up what little space there was around his cock. You squirmed and squeaked, gripping his floral shirt in your fists.

“Fuuuck, Lalooo… so waaarm…”

“I know, right?” Lalo dotted more wet kisses along your jaw and neck. “You like it?”

“Mhmmm…”

“Good boy…” He praised, petting your hair while he pissed inside your pussy. You were so full. It was so hot. The pressure was becoming too much to bear. “I’m almost done, honey. You’re taking it so well. You ever do this before?”

You shook your head. “N-No…”

“Well, get ready. It’s about to get even better.”

You were left pondering the meaning of that remark for maybe a second, until his still-hard cock slid halfway out of your hole. His hot piss gushed out and splashed onto the floor. The release of pressure and heat felt like nothing you had ever experienced. You trembled, moaned, and drooled as he slammed his cock back in, picking up where he’d left off: fucking you stupid.

Lalo hissed obscenities in your ear as he fucked you with renewed vigor. “Ngh, qué asco… No creo… No creo que me dejaste hacer eso… Ahh, Acabo de mear en tu chocho, te pinche puto estúpido… Qué un… Mmm, qué un cerdito sucio que eres… (Ngh, so gross… I can’t… I can’t believe you let me do that… Ahh, I just pissed in your cunt, you stupid fucking whore… What a… Mmm, what a dirty little piggy you are…)”

Dripping with piss and cum, you spared a thought for the janitor who’d have to clean this stall later. Hopefully, they wouldn’t know it was you.

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