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#so dudes will do a double take at my moochie (man coochie) and be like 👀
slamminslamminmcgill · 4 months
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hi i went to an orgy tonight and shoutout to the transmasc who did this shit to me you’re so nacho-coded
maybe teaser for chapter 4 of perrito who knows (it does exist i swear)
warning: petplay, bdsm, dubcon, free use, rimming mention, nacho varga is trans this is true vince gilligan told me
anatomical terms (for nacho lel): pussy, t-cock
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Ignacio Varga.
Or just “Nacho”, according to the rest of the Salamancas, and “Nachito” to no one else but Lalo. He was the one person here that you knew nothing about. Hector and the twins had been discussed in passing; Tuco was in prison with you; and you were so familiar with Lalo that you knew what his butthole tasted like. Nacho? Nothing. Nothing beyond Lalo’s testimonial of “He’s cool. You’ll like him.” You wanted to take his word for it, but “cool” seemed like a bit of an understatement. He was a fucking Ice Queen. Hadn’t said a single goddamn word to you since he got here.
And yet Lalo gave him a leash.
That must have said something about his character. After all, Lalo wouldn’t dream of putting his precious little fuckpuppy in harm’s way without a safeword. Shit, he must be more trustworthy than Tuco, since he’s allowed to be alone with you. Or at the very least, he’s not a reckless cokehead.
You didn’t think he was going to take you up on your services. You figured he was going to spend his week at the hacienda rolling his eyes and keeping to himself. But eventually he surprised you.
He must’ve been watching you, hiding in the shadows and waiting until you were by yourself in the bathroom. As you turned around to lock the door, a note slipped under it.
3 AM
Kitchen.
Be there alone.
-Nacho
Okay, sure, he likes his privacy. You figured that out already. Just to be safe, you showed the note to Lalo, who seemed positively giddy at the thought.
“Ooh, nice! ¡Muy caliente, jaja! (Very hot, haha!) You crazy kids have fun, alright? Let me know how it goes.”
Alright. Have fun. That was probably doable, unless Nacho’s dick game was abysmal. You were facing a best case fun, worst case boredom scenario. No big deal. You could handle that.
The clock struck 3 and you made your way downstairs, your collar jingling with each step. When you arrived, Nacho was already leaning against the fridge, the chain-link threaded between his fingers. “Hey,” was the first time you heard his voice.
“Hey…” you croaked back.
“You gonna be okay if I put this on you?” He asked, tightening the leash in his fists.
“Yeah, uh, go for it.” You leaned forward and stuck your neck out, giving him a clear shot of where to clip the leash.
Nacho clicked it to you, and with that he had your entire being under his control, at his mercy and his alone. He took a moment of silence to soak it in, to savor and honor this feeling of domination.
And then he dragged you down the hallway to the bathroom.
Nacho pushed you in and followed closely behind, locking the door behind himself. “Sit,” he commanded of you.
You instantly dropped to your knees like a good boy. Such a good boy. Who’s a good boy? You’re a good boy. Good doggy.
“Good boy,” Nacho reiterated, slipping his hand through the loop at the end of the leash. He went to undo his belt, then his jeans. He tugged those down, and then his underwear…
Holy shit…
How did you not see that coming?
The mere sight of it stunned you like a flashbang.
It just so happened that Ignacio Varga, Nacho, “Nachito”, had a pussy.
And the biggest t-cock you’d ever seen.
And you barely had a chance to gasp before your face was being smushed into it.
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