#nacho Varga smut

[cherrybean]

What songs that Lalo/Nacho and Lacho would f*ck you to ❤️‍🔥

This is a bit older as i meant to publish this on my birthday haha. Hope you guys enjoy 💗

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-Straight up smut/p*rn

-Not much of a plot

COMPLETED :

Lalo Salamanca

- “All Mine” Brent Faiyaz

- This man is the definition of a toxic relationship

- If you listen to the lyrics it’s about a toxic situationship in which they have a good connection, mainly sexually (lmao) but you can tell there’s still some deep emotions there

- Lalo would definitely sing the lyrics to you while he’s pounding into you

The music filled the room, as your moans bounced off the walls. Lalo gripped the sides of your mouth as he bucked his hips into yours, filling you up to the brim. “Say it princesa” he’d coo watching as your eyes rolled back into your head. “L-lalo” you pathetically moaned as you tried to concentrate on what he was asking of you, as if you could concentrate on anything else but your your legs hoisted up on his shoulders in a mating press. “Dimelo muñequita” (tell me little doll) Lalo said assertively. “I’m yours” you managed to get out as he continued to pound into you as the headboard started to smack against the wall. His thrusts were relentless as Lalos callused fingers gripped your breasts and he twirled your nipple, causing a small yelp to leave your lips. “Lalo please” you whined as he started to slow down his movements now to follow the rhythm of the song. “But you look so good like this muñequita” Lalo said grinning, “look at my little slut beginning to climax”. To be continued…

Nacho Varga

- “Wicked Games” The Weeknd

- Feel like he listens to The Weeknd lmaoo

- This song mainly because The Weeknd talks about leaving his girl and messing with someone else…so he’d be messing with you while having his other women at home

Nacho had picked you up after a stressful day of dealing with his boss. You didn’t care as you were parked out in the middle of nowhere as your face was on the cold leather seats as he hit it from the back. The stereo playing music to mask your moans as Nacho dug his hands into your hips. “Nacho right there” you moaned as he had one knee on the leather seat to be able to angle into your perfect spots. Your makeup had been ruined, but it usually was any night he would call you up to meet in his car. With one eyelash on and the other other already on the car seat, all you could do was grip the leather seat with your nails. “Fuck, you feel so good” Nacho would groan as he’d bend over to grip your face forcing you to look back at him. “Look at me hermosa” Nacho said as you felt the tears in your eyes form from the pleasure. To be continued…

Lacho

- “Streets” Doja Cat

- Nacho would be the only man Lalo would ever “share you with”

- This would be a one time thing only…or would it ;)

You didn’t expect to be in this situation. One moment you were asking for the aux in the car, the next Lalo was snaking his had up your mini skirt as the rough pad of his fingers found your clothed clit. “Lalo no” you’d whisper not trying to let Nacho, who was driving, know what was going on in the back. You tried to close your thighs around his hand, but knocking Lalo he’d just use his other hand to pry your legs open. You’d try and stifle your moan as Lalo would move your panties to the side to get better access. You couldn’t help but notice that Lalo was holding a conversation with Nacho as if he didn’t have his hand up your skirt.

….

Tears brimmed in your eyes, gagging on Nachos dick as Lalo lined himself up behind you. “Tell me if it’s too much princesa” Lalo would say before slowing entering you. You couldn’t help but moan causing Nacho to throw his head back as it sent vibrations down his dick causing you to gag more. To be continued…

[asgardswinter]

Ur teasing Lalo and playing hard to get and he gives u this look before fucking u into oblivion 😩

[slamminslamminmcgill]

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

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.

[depressopax]

In my feelings

Nacho Varga x gender neutral reader

Fandom - Better call Saul

Nacho brainrot is so real you guys. Enjoy

Pairing: Nacho Varga x gender neutral reader Genre: Smut, PWP basically Warning(s): Sexual content. MDNI! Phone sex, masturbation, cuss words, FWB dynamic. Reader is gender-neutral! Words: 0.9K Summary: Nacho calls reader whilst jerking off, hoping that you can help him get off. English is not my main language, if I make any spelling mistakes please let me know so I can improve my writing! <3

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He still remembers your taste, the memory fresh on his lips. His fist is tight around his leaking cock, and he pumps himself fast. He’s been stuck like this for longer than he dares admit. Weeks, days, and long hours - Stuck yearning for you. 

We’re better off as friends. How he regrets his words.

It’s been a month since you ended up in bed with him - under him. 

It’s like you’re haunting him now. Not only does he think of you in the mornings, but also at nights before falling asleep. And lately, you’re even in his dreams. 

Nacho feels like a broken record. All he wants is you. It’s ridiculous. 

The clock is 9pm, and he is tired and frustrated.  He just came back from work, and dealing with the cartel for hours is a damn nightmare. To release stress, he’s sitting on the couch jerking off. But nothing works to get off. 

Nothing, but the memories of you. He feels guilty for thinking of you - his best friend - like that, but he can’t stop. He doesn’t want to stop. It feels like he’ll never stop wanting you, and it scares the shit out of him. That’s why he tried pushing you away. But it only made things worse. He hates knowing what he can’t have. 

His fist tightens and he moves his hand roughly. He wishes it was your hand wrapped around him. Hell, your mouth would work too. But most of all, he wishes to be inside of you. 

Nacho can’t take it. He groans and reaches for his phone. Bad idea. Bad fucking idea. He bites his lip and finds your number. 

And he calls.

Your heart skips a beat. Nacho. It’s been two weeks, and you’ve missed his voice. Things have been so awkward between you after that hookup. You almost regret it. Almost. 

“Hey.” Your voice is slightly shaky. But Nacho doesn’t seem to notice. Actually… He doesn’t seem to hear you, at all. “...Nacho?”

He breathes out your name on the other line. The sounds he makes sends shivers down your spine. What is he…?

“You there?”

“I need you.” he says hoarsely. You can hear the arousal through your phone's speaker. “Fuck… I need you.” 

“Are you…”

“Yes.” he swallows hard, and his next words sound anxious. He’s ashamed. This was a stupid idea. “Sorry.”

“Wait!” you shout, before he has the chance to hang up. “Fuck, Nacho. I need you too, damnit.” 

He stops mid-stroke and blinks his eyes. Did he hear you right? 

“I’m sorry. When I said we were better off as friends? It was a lie.” He exhales. “You’re all I think about.”

Your heart skips another beat and all warmth goes down. Down there. 

“And you’re all I think about, Nacho.” 

Your words, and voice, almost sends him over the edge. He lets out a guttural moan as he feels an orgasm approaching. 

“I want to see you.” 

“You will, babe…-”

“No. I mean… Let me see you, now.”

The idea flusters Nacho. But it also excites him. Jerking off on cam, for you? 

“Alright. Call me up.” he almost hisses. The arousal is killing him, and everything about this situation drives him wild. 

You swallow hard as you see him. He tilts the phone camera down, showing you his hard cock. The tip is red and leaking, and you take pride in knowing it’s all for you. He’s this hard, vulnerable and desperate - only for you.

“Talk to me.” Nacho whispers. 

You’re too distracted looking at him, mesmerized by his toned abs, the sweaty tan skin and the generous length of his.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” Your voice is shaky. “I wish I could jerk you off right now. Suck you off. Fuck, I want to give you it all, Nacho.” 

He throws his head back, and moves his hips up. He fucks into his own fist, pretending it’s yours. He can’t believe he’s doing this, and that you agreed to it. When he called, he was scared you’d be repulsed by him. That you’d find him creepy. But here you are, watching him. 

You continue talking to him, your own need growing. You need him. His lips on yours, his cock inside you. Anything. Just him. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” Nacho grunts. 

“Come for me.” And he does. He moans out your name, and whimpers from the intensity of his release. Afterwards, he’s panting for air. 

“That was… Amazing.” He whispers. 

You smile at him. Indeed it was. 

Problem is, you’re still horny. And the arousal is getting more intense from watching him spurt his cum out. He’s so hot. 

You try hiding how turned on you are, But Nacho notices.

“I’m sorry… I’ve been selfish. Now it’s your turn, alright?” He actually feels guilty. Incredibly guilty. He was so focused on getting off, so incredibly turned on, that he forgot about your pleasure. Little does he know that you’re wet just from watching him. 

You’re about to tell him that it’s okay, but… You smirk and look at him.

“You can make it up to me.”

“I’ll do anything.” he murmurs. 

“Why don’t you come over? Finish what you’ve started.” 

He smirks at you. 

“I’ll be there in 30 minutes.”

And now that he finally has you, he won’t let you go. 

I wrote this after finishing sobbing because Iove Nacho 😭

[dqllgarden]

I've missed you

lalo salamanca x nacho varga

warnings: smut

cross posted on ao3

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Lalo had been in Mexico for the past few weeks on business, leaving Nacho alone and missing his lover. It's not like they weren't used to it, as one of them was almost always off doing something cartel related, but something about this past trip was worse. Nacho really missed Lalo and even though he had no idea when he'd come home, he sure to God hoped it was soon. He was sprawled out on the couch in his jeans and no shirt watching whatever bullshit was on TV and eating the takeout he got for dinner. As if it was on cue, Nacho heard the lock on the door click open.

"Nachitoooo! I'm home!" Lalo said with a big smile as he walked into the apartment and saw Nacho sitting there with the food in his hands. He couldn't stop grinning, it felt good to be back after such a long time. He dropped down next to Nacho on the couch and threw an arm over him, pulling him close. "I missed you so much," he murmured against Nacho's neck. He knew exactly what made his boyfriend get all hot and bothered, so just his voice alone could get him going. Nacho tensed up at the feel of his lovers breath against him. When he heard that soft smirk again, he knew Lalo wasn't done with teasing him yet.

"Oh, yeah? And how do you plan on making it up to me?" he asked sweetly. He was well aware that he didn't really need to make anything up, but he loved having power over his boyfriend. Not only did it turn him on to hear Lalo beg for his attention, but he knew it had an effect on him. Lalo was always the one who controlled him, but it was fun to tease anyway. Even though he couldn't say or do anything right now, Nacho enjoyed seeing his smile fade away and seeing his eyes darken with desire.

"How should I know? Maybe you'll have to tell me, my love." Nacho rolled his eyes playfully and sat up so he could get a better look at him. Lalo's hand slowly moved from Nacho's chest down to his jeans and messed with the button while keeping eye contact. Nacho could see how hard Lalo was already and he arched his hips into the other man's touch, making his cock brush against his hand. His mind was reeling with thoughts of all the things he wanted Lalo to do to him, they didn't have enough time in the night. The last thing he needed to worry about was his own urges, he wanted to give Lalo everything he wanted. So he let Lalo push his pants down without any hesitation and kicked them aside before shoving his hand back between their bodies. Nacho moaned and leaned into the touch as Lalo groped him through his underwear.

"Ay, dios mío! Cálmate, Nachito. Te tocaré, cariño", Lalo whispered in his ear. Of course this had an opposite effect on Nacho, causing him to moan even louder. Lalo took Nachos cock out while he muttered over and over again how much he missed him and how needy he was. Lalo looked up at him with a smirk as he used his free hand to slip his fingers inside of Nacho's hole. Nacho bit his lip as he moaned around Lalo's fingers, feeling them brush against his prostate. Lalo kept fingering him until he had gotten used to the pleasure and then began to fuck him faster until Nacho was about to cum. He pulled his hand away and slipped the two fingers into Nacho's mouth. Nacho licked them clean while the corners of Lalo's mouth lifted.

"Tan sucio, amor. Such a whore for me yea?"

"All for you Lalo, fuck I missed you so much," Nacho moved his hips up to match the pace of Lalo's hand, not able to take much more. Lalo picked up on this and teased him, squeezing his cock tight or slowly rubbing his finger across the tip.

"P-please Lalo I'm gonna cum", Nacho whined while Lalo kept eye contact.

"Go ahead cariño. Cum for me. Show me how bad you missed me."

That was all it took for Nacho to finish, cum coating his lower stomach and Lalo's hand. Lalo smirked when he noticed the beads of sweat rolling down Nacho's forehead and he kissed them. He let go of Nacho's cock and put his hand in his mouth, "clean your mess up for me."

Nacho, spent and still recovering from his orgasm tucked himself back into his pants and started kissing Lalo's neck. This was going to be a long, tiring night.

[genocidehim]

Lalo and Nacho both becoming obsessed with you after you serve them at a restaurant and stealing you away to be a part of their throuple

notes: gender neutral, throuple, unhealthy obsession, smut, superficial description of sex scenes, unhealthy non-canonical behaviour. words: 719

Normally, Nacho didn't usually coincide much with Lalo, both had completely different personalities and very opposing ideas, but in that way they fit together quite well as a rather... complicated couple.

But if there was one thing they both immediately agreed on, it was the attraction they felt for you when you attended to them that night at the restaurant where you worked.

What had you done to get both of their attention at once? Nacho wondered, and Lalo preferred to keep his deductions to himself. It could have been your kindness in serving them, perhaps the way you looked, because of course, physical attraction was a very powerful factor in this attraction, but there was something else, and Nacho wasn't sure.

Over time, that small liking turned into an obsession. Lalo wasted no time investigating you while Nacho refused to participate in the silent stalking. However, he was always the first to ask Lalo about the things he had discovered about you; name, family, economic status, and even your romantic relationships.

Lalo seemed fascinated with you, as if his idealized version of you was slowly filling the void that had changed between him and Nacho like the missing piece.

Lalo was convincing, he managed to sweeten his ideas to Nacho so that he began to fantasize about the idea of both possessing you, having you under their control, using you for their pleasure. Nacho didn't seem very convinced with the idea if it involved your lack of consent, but Lalo assured him that it wouldn't be like that, that you would fall for them if they played their cards right.

It was a two-against-one hunt, and unfortunately, you were not prepared for what was to come.

Their lunches and dinners at the restaurant where you worked became more and more common. Then unexpected encounters at parties you attended started happening until that pair became a recurring part of your life, not just regular customers. When you waited on them, they always followed the same dynamic; Lalo was bold in flirting with you and very explicit, while Nacho played the role of the quiet guy who gave you sweet looks and small smiles.

You noticed how both of them seemed to be able to coexist happily while trying to get your attention at the same time, without any jealousy or annoyed looks from either of them, as if they were playing on a team. And that was exciting, having two very attractive men joining forces to capture your attention.

At some point where they knew your work schedule and had enough time to offer to take you home, the topic was approached and it came up naturally.

Against all odds, Nacho was the first to take the step when they were alone. An unexpected kiss at the entrance of your house that ended in some passionate and sweet sex. Then came Lalo, who approached you in his own car while taking you home. He couldn't hold back his desires and had to park in the middle of a lonely road to fuck you against the back seat until you were dizzy and speechless.

Then came the mutual flirting, then the shared caresses. Lalo loved to approach your mouth and take care of your lips while Nacho used his skilled hands to caress and masturbate your pussy until it was dripping and squirting.

Although those encounters were infrequent, they intensified when both agreed that you should be part of their strange non-formal relationship. Now their sexual encounters were more common and needy, ending with one of them fucking you while the other was masturbated to exhaustion by you. But when obsession became the main theme of that dynamic, everything got worse for you.

Now you practically lived at Lalo's house, and he started making excuses for you not to go to work. Then came your resignation and ruined friendships due to Lalo's possessiveness, under the harsh gaze of Nacho, who didn't seem to agree with ruining your life just to keep you close to them. However, he was a very hypocritical asshole because deep down, Nacho loved the idea of knowing that you would be available for some casual sex twenty-four hours a day.

Both of them were obsessively possessive of you, but one hid it better than the other.

[asgardianangel]

Could I request a smutty Nacho x fem!Reader? I’m not picky I am just dying for Nacho content 👀 ❤️

Never take you away from me (Nacho/Ignacio Varga X GN! Smut)

Summary: Nacho has had it with Lalo flirting with you

Warnings: 18+ smut, gender neutral! reader, filthy smut, jealous! Nacho, possessive!Nacho, sex against car hood, oral sex (nacho receiving), degradation kink, obsessive behavior, bittersweet

It was late and Nacho was pissed he hasn’t spoken a word to you after the events of today. You watched on as he gripped the steering wheel and drove into the night. The stern look on his face told you not ask him questions. Lalo kept you both on your feet and working hard on the Salamanca business. 

Even though Lalo knew well that you were in a relationship with Nacho, it didn’t stop him from flirting with you and trying to charm your ass off.  

Sometimes you couldn’t help but blush at some of his charming remarks (mainly about your appearance and business intelligence). Nacho caught onto to it every time studying you and Lalo like a hawk. Nacho however wouldn’t speak up about Lalo’s behaviour towards you but rather kept his thoughts to himself and put up with it. 

As Nacho drove on you couldn’t handle the silent treatment any longer “N-Nacho?” you uttered out his name placing your hand on his thigh. Trying to seek comfort in his jealous demeaner. You knew Lalo crossed the line tonight when his hand slapped your ass playfully in the diner.  

‘Hm Nachito is a lucky guy’ he commented in a purr. You just gave out a nervous laugh in response looking back at your boyfriend.  

If looks can kill both you and Lalo would be six feet under. 

Nacho stared down at your hand on his thigh and huffs and takes a sharp turn to the left. Causing your body slam into that direction in surprise. It was not the way to Nacho’s place. “Where are we going baby?” You questioned steadying yourself. 

Nacho stopped the car “get out” he sternly ordered you looked around noticing you were still in the silent outskirts of Alburquerque. “What?” you asked in confusion. 

“Get out” he orders you again this time more loudly. He wouldn’t leave you all the way out here, would he? Alone and cold 

   “Why?” You asked shifting in your seat uncomfortably. Nacho stared you down "just do as I say” he sharply tells you. You must have fucked up big time never in your relationship has Nacho acted like this. 

Quietly you obeyed his orders getting out the car and standing by. A chill ran down your spin and you stared down at your feet not wanting to look at your possibly ex-boyfriend.  

When suddenly you heard a slam of a car door you looked up to see Nacho charging slightly towards you. Before you could move away Nacho grabs you like a doll and forces you against the hood of his car. Almost like the time you were arrested.  

You tried speaking his name to ask what was going he slaps his hand around your mouth and caging your body between him and his car. 

“I tell you what you are going to do baby. You are going to leave the Salamanca business and tell that grinning fucker Lalo” his hand strokes your hair in a rather possessive manner “that you are mine” He turned your body to look him in the eye.  

There was no denying that you were turned on by his rough tone and behaviour. His brown eyes looked black matching the sky above the two of you. “Do you understand?” He then askes lifting his hand from your mouth expecting an answer. 

Sighing lightly, you kissed his lips “yes Ignacio” you hummed Nacho placed his hand behind your neck and deepened the kiss. Pressing his strong body against you forcing you to feel his hardened cock in his jeans. 

As you made out with him you smoothed your hands down his muscular chest under his tight t shirt. Moaning as his lush lips met your sensitive neck sucking like some sort of vampire.  

You were so aroused and so was Nacho. In your mind you realised he had been tormented far too long by Lalo (especially when he was using you to get a rise out of your poor boyfriend). You decided to make it up to him. 

Your hands met his belt buckle undoing it. Nacho hums in approval “That’s it baby” he places his hands on both of your shoulders and pushes you down to the ground “on your knees where you belong” he tells you with a groan. 

Nacho looks down at you watching as you pulled down his pants. He rarely wears any boxers since it makes it easier to have you when he wants to. His throbbing cock bounced in front of you eager for attention. You glanced up at Nacho wrapping your hand around his thickness. 

Licking your lips, you started to suck his cock working your mouth up and down him all by looking him in eye. Nacho groaned deeply watching and feeling how desperately you were sucking him off. 

“M-mierda (shit) babe such a little fuckin slut” he moaned watching you move your hand along with your hot mouth covering the part of his big cock you couldn’t get to as well as playing with his throbbing balls 

 Nacho still couldn’t get enough of you suddenly gripping your hair moving your mouth up and down him as well as thrusting his strong hips. You almost gagged as your lover practically fucked your mouth. 

Soon you felt him becoming close to that peak and needed him to cum down your throat to get that pent frustration out of him. But then he pulled his pulsating cock from your needy lips. 

You whined a little then Nacho pulled you up to your feet using that strength you admired “bend that sweet ass over my hood bebe” he breathily ordered. Doing as you were told you lay your hands on the hood of his car and bent your awaiting body for him. 

Nacho grabs both hands placing them behind your back keeping you there. “beg me slut” he whispers biting your ear lobe and kissing. 

“P-please baby just fuck me” you let out a pathetic whine making him laugh. “Ay que lindo (aw how cute)” He presses his lips to yours and you moan in delight swaying your ass against him.  

His hands reach around your waist unbuckling your pants and then Nacho slowly pulls them down along with your underwear in a teasingly fashion. You gasped as the coolness of the night hits in-between your legs adding to that arousing sensation.  

Nacho pecks kisses along your neck and making his way down your back as he prepared you below for his cock. Your body was responding needly as the heat raised between the two of you. 

“Oh bebe are you ready for me?” he asks deeply caressing your hair.  

“Y-yes Ignacio please fuck me” you answered desperately like the slut you were. You so needed your boyfriend to have you right in the middle of nowhere. 

Nacho kissed you again as he reared back with his cock and thrusted deep inside you. Moaning in usion Nacho pressed you against the hood tightly as he found a very rough and deep pace. Fucking you like an animal in the wild. 

Nacho had always been an animalistic lover but this was a whole new experience as he hammered into you with might. His cock meeting that sweet spot inside your delicate body as he watched the act before him. 

You whined his name feeling yourself grow closer each second Nacho shushed you “I-I know baby I know I’m almost there too” he tells you feeling his cock throb violently as he fondles your heated chest. 

He still has you pinned as he thrusts in a much slower and harder pace listening to the creek of his car and your lustful moaning. He can feel your almost there and fuck he loves it. 

“That’s it cum for me babe do it just for me” he encourages that everlasting intense orgasm and then he soon follows filling you up with a rough groan. 

Nacho stays inside you for a while listening to you whimper and kisses you more.  

He had been so jealous but he knows that asshole Lalo can never take you away from him. 

[idkelly]

RED NAILS

• Lalo salamanca x fem!reader, with some nacho too (best of both worlds), HEAVY on slowburn, and i love hurt comfort so bear with me

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CHAPTER TWO

The casino was a safe space, for (Yn) at least, because it was her favorite skill—gambling and playing with predictions and percentages. She was known for it, and everyone knew her hands always pulled the best cards in the game.

Yes, the new Mexico casino was nothing like the one back home in Mexico, but business is business. Walking in, she didn’t grab any attention, which was better for her sake at the moment.

Only her father and brothers knew of her existence right now, plus Mike and a few others. but to the outside world, the new family was long gone from the public’s eye.

She hummed along to the music as she made her way to the back office, opening the door slowly, "Pa?"

“Hola bonita," as always, a cigarette was between his fingers and a book was spread in front of him. The lights were pretty dim, and the doctor told him it was better for his eyesight.

"I found him."

"Varga?"

"Hmm, when’s the next step?"

 "Tomorrow"

It was perfect. The plan and her needs were aligned. Her car needed a checkup, and she herself needed to check up on someone.

She found herself at the front desk of Ignacio's dad's workshop, and she was quite surprised he had some good business going despite his age.

 “Hola," the old man greeted her as soon as he heard the bell ring.

 "Hola.  ¿Cómo estás?" 

"Welcome. How can I help you?" He switched to English so fast, do I really look that white-washed?

"I was hoping to get a checkup on my car."

He nodded and turned to the back, where he yelled his son's name, telling him to go up front.

(Yn) couldn’t help but smile when she saw the look on his face when he recognized her; his steps slowed for a second as he gathered his thoughts as to what she was doing here.

The man brought his son only to be a translator between the two; therefore, Yn  didn’t need to show her ability to speak Spanish.

 In the middle of talking, the dad was called back in. with an apologetic look, he said, "I'm sorry, Senorita. My son will help you, okay?" and with that, he walked off.

 "How’d you find me?"

 (Yn) scoffed, looking to the side, though she could feel Ignacio's stare burn holes through her skull.

"Why are you here?"

"I can't get my car checked out now?."

 The man kisses his teeth in annoyance. What the hell was she doing here? "We both know you’re not here just for that."

 "Well, a little birdie told me that not only you’re a drug dealer, you’re also a card thief. I mean, shit, if you wanted some, I would’ve given you my Pokemon collection; it’s very exclusive."

 If someone were to animate the view from (Yn)’s eyes, they would’ve drawn steam out of Ignacio's ears.

 "I'm just saying you underestimated how big of an idiot you were. He went to the police for those cards, and now they’re snooping around."

 "Sounds like you have a problem, young lady," he said, taking a step back, ready to leave.

 "First of all, it’s an us problem; second of all, I'm pretty sure I'm older than you," he continued along his way until she stopped him dead in his tracks.

 "Are you really not that scared of Tuco Salamanca?"

 And there he is again, right in front of Yn, with his hands crossed over his chest.

 "I know you don’t play ball, so to speak, and Tuco finds out about your little side business. I think we both know the end to that."

 "Who are you?" he finally asked; that question had been on his mind for the whole day yesterday.

 "Me? I'm nobody," same dumb smile she always uses.

 "To put an end to this before it even starts, you give me the baseball cards, 10,000 in cash, and you net roughly $60,000."

 Ignacio chuckled then went back to his serious face, "And how exactly does that work?"

 (Yn) stayed quiet for a bit, saying, "Before I continue, you really have amazing eyelashes, im jealous."

Well, that took him by surprise; he didn’t show it obviously, but still, it startled him. However, his thoughts were soon interrupted by her continuing her speech.

He was impressed by her plan, and more so by her way of convincing him so easily to take part in it.

What stood out about her to him was the way she held eye contact; sure, it was common in the business to establish power and shit, But with her, it was almost more to get even with whoever she was looking at. He couldn’t put a finger on how he felt about it, her.

(Yn) wasn’t there when the final deal was happening, but Mike was, and she told him about the plan as she dropped him off near where he worked; it wasn't hard to find that one either.

The rest of the day she spent at the casino with her brothers; her father was now back home. The place was her brother's, where she was carrying out her business, which was her casino back in Mexico.

Here, the family was invisible, though; it wasn’t common knowledge who owned this place.

After a few hours, Yn  finally decided to head back home to her cat and maybe watch a movie while cuddling. The woman’s schedule was really, really empty; she could do as she pleased day and night.

As she unlocked the door, she could hear her cat calling her through the kitchen, but instead of coming to her, she had to fully realize who was sitting down on her sofa.

hard eyes.

 "Do you want coffee or tea?" she said as she kicked off her shoes and walked over to the kitchen.

 "Is this really your response to finding a stranger in your home?"

 "A stranger is someone you don’t know."

 A scoff could be heard, along with footsteps indicating he followed her to where she was; to his surprise, she was already making dinner, pasta, he presumed. with two plates set on the table.

 Was she serious? "Well, I don’t know you."

"So you willingly barged into a stranger's home, pretty clever," she laughed. "Did you follow me?"

“No, I dug a bit and found you," she couldn’t help but laugh more at his attempt.”I noticed the van that was following me yesterday, plus, if you dug around about me, you wouldn’t be here."

"Why are you here, anyway?" she said as she filled up the two plates with salsa and set the remaining in the middle if either of them had wanted seconds.

 He sat down, examining the dish. It was nicely made and fairly appetizing, especially after a long day of work. On the other side of the table, she sat leaning over to him, and there it is,  her stare.

 "Why do you do that?"

 "Do what?"

 "Stare"

"Does it bother you?"

 It was definitely a no, but he couldn’t say that, and on the other hand, he couldn’t say yes either.

 "Does Tuco not pay you enough so you make money on the side?" With that, Ignacio let out a big sigh and set his utensils aside.

 "The problem isn’t my salary or anything; Tuco is a ticking time bomb; he didn’t mind putting a bullet between a guy’s eyes just because he got a weird look from him, let alone me."

 "Your face has good bone structure; keep it that way," she said as she slipped the pasta into her mouth again. He didn’t know if these were compliments or not; she didn’t say them in a flirtatious manner, definitely more like she stated facts from a powerpoint presentation.

 After a moment of silence, he said, "Your cooking is amazing; where’d you learn it from?" She could tell he liked it by how he was devouring what was presented in front of him.

"My father’s an amazing cook, but I was the only one who got his talent; my two brothers

They learned to gamble from me instead."

 So she does have a family. Though she was an orphan or something.

"gamble?"

"Yes! My favorite hobby is real. I could do it for hours, plus I know all the tricks."

"okay show me sumn' "

 "I’m in a good mood today, so I'll  show you a few."

The rest of the night was filled with laughter and jokes. (Yn) gave the guy a lesson on games and cheats while his eyes filled with interest in what she was showing him, but either way, they both knew the night had to come to an end.

As Ignacio was at the door, ready to step out, he looked back to the woman who had greeted him goodbye a few seconds earlier, sitting on her couch peacefully petting her cat while watching TV. He really forgot why he came here in the first place.

Yn'’s mind filled with what she could do now to avoid her boredom, but as soon as she received a certain voice call from a specific person, she knew the next few days were going to be eventful.

She watched as Krazy-8 walked out of that door looking like his legs were about to give out at any given moment, yet he was sure fast enough to drive away in his vehicle. giving Yn her moment to shine.

She dresses nicely for the occasion for once, letting her hair down and doing her makeup, just taking care of herself before this whole shitshow goes down.

Parking her car next to Tuco’s and purposely bumping into it a little bit was the easy part; now she has to go in and embrace what’s going to happen.

Tuco was already staring at her in disbelief; he definitely saw what happened through the big classroom window, looking absolutely furious, while Nacho turned around after a few seconds and did his heart drop— is she everywhere?

"Hey!" She heard Tuco call out when she walked by their table to the register, but she pretended she didn’t hear them.

"Hello! Um.. can I get the number four, please, on the go?" She said this while smiling to the man before her, who went to work right away in order to avoid the scene that was about to happen.

"Yo chica, hey," she felt a hand guide her to turn around as she was met by none other than Tuco, who stood beside him, Ignacio. "You just hit my car."

"Huh? I hit your car?" Tuce chuckled at Varga. This bitch’s acting dumb.

"See, that car that you parked your piece of shit next to?" That’s mine, and you’ve just run into it."

"Oh well, I guess I could’ve and I didn’t notice, so my apologies, sir," she smiled and turned around, collecting her order and mumbling a small thank you before rushing out.

She could hear Tuco yelling not to get away from him, but the altercation needed to happen outside.

"Don’t you walk away from me!" Ay, puta!"

All the talking was done by the salamanca, while Varga stayed awfully quiet. Even Tuco noticed a slight change in demeanor on his end.

"You see that! You did that!" he said, pointing to the tiniest dent known to mankind.

"That’ll buff right out, now if you’ll excuse me—

As she was getting ready to open her car door, she felt a hand grab her by the shoulder and swing her all the way around, face to face with Tuco.

"You’re not leaving until you pay for this."

"If money is all you need, I've got great insurance."

Once again, with his hand that’s still glued to her, he shakes her to stop talking that nonsense.

"I ain’t messing around with no insurance, bitch, cash."

"Listen, I've barely got cash on me, so if you just give me your information, I’ll send it to you through insurance."

Thud.  Now (Yn) was sandwiched between Tuco salamanca and a wall; her head began to hurt already; maybe doing this herself was a bad idea, but she knew Mike would follow up with the deal, and she couldn’t let that happen; it won’t help her in the long run, and she needed all the salamanca alive.

So she'd have a black eye from one of them—not a big deal.

"You’re pretty, but a pretty awful liar." "I saw your wallet earlier; you've got plenty."

"That’s for my rent; it’s due today, and I can’t— ugh

Tuco’s ring was sure to leave a mark on Yn'’s cheek. Her head is already spinning. Why do I do this to myself?

"Just give him the money." This time it was Ignacio who spoke; no emotions were displayed, though his voice was almost like a whisper.

(Yn) looked at him and then forward to meet the loco eyes of Tuco Salamanca. she chuckled.

"I ain’t giving you shit."

The police sirens could be heard coming this way. "It’s time to bounce," Ignacio said, but his partner didn’t budge; instead, he ordered Nacho to leave and let him finish this business.

[feninina]

𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙖’𝙨 𝙗𝙗𝙜𝙨 ༉‧₊˚.⁀➷

my muses

༘⋆@. ꒱ kendall roy.

༘⋆@. ꒱ roman roy.

༘⋆@. ꒱ one direction boys.

༘⋆@. ꒱ shiv roy.

༘⋆@. ꒱ thimothée chalamet: laurie, lee, nic, kyle.

༘⋆@. ꒱ cillian murphy: himself, tommy shelby, raymond leon, neil lewis, jonathan crane, jackson rippner, j. robert oppenheimer, robert fischer, emmett, tom buckley, kitty braden.

༘⋆@. ꒱ five seconds of summer.

༘⋆@. ꒱ jesse pinkman.

༘⋆@. ꒱ lalo salamanca.

༘⋆@. ꒱ nacho varga.

༘⋆@. ꒱ saul goodman / jimmy mcgill.

༘⋆@. ꒱ anakin skywalker.

༘⋆@. ꒱ adam stanheight-faulkner.

༘⋆@. ꒱ peter strahm.

༘⋆@. ꒱ mark hoffman.

༘⋆@. ꒱ amanda young.

༘⋆@. ꒱ klaus hargreeves.

༘⋆@. ꒱ evan peters: himself, tate langdon, kit walker, kai anderson, jimmy darling.

༘⋆@. ꒱ society of the snow cast. (mostly enzo)

༘⋆@. ꒱ stray kids. (mostly hyunjin)

༘⋆@. ꒱ tom hardy: himself, alphie solomons, eames, reggie kray, tommy colton, eddie brock.

༘⋆@. ꒱ brad pitt: tyler durden, cliff booth, joe black, benjamin button, achilles, jack conrad, david mills.

༘⋆@. ꒱ jacob elordi: himself, nate jacobs, felix catton, him as elvis.

༘⋆@. ꒱ barry keoghan: himself, oliver quick.

༘⋆@. ꒱ reneé rapp: herself, regina george, leighton murray.

(it’s a long list i’m so sorry)

𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙧

･῾༘⋆ ⩩ ꜞ i am comfortable writing fluff, nsfw, age gaps, dark themes, violence and i think that for the dark themes it’ll depend on the character, but i will put warnings anyways. however i won’t use slurs, i won’t write about dd/lg and some specific kinks.

･῾༘⋆ ⩩ ꜞ estoy cómoda escribiendo fluff, nsfw, age gaps, temas turbios, violencia y creo q para los temas turbios obviamente dependerá del personaje, pero pondré advertencias de todos modos. de cualquier forma, no usaré slurs, no escribiré dd/lg y algunos fetiches en específico.

[cherrybean]

Nacho as your ‘Situationship’

‼️SMUT‼️

saw this picture come up on my Pinterest and i knew i had to write a smut about it 😫 this is definitely non-cannon for Nachos character but i hope you enjoy 🫶🏽

- Nacho having other women in his life wasn’t a surprise to you

- He was very blunt of having multiple “girlfriends”

- You were a bit uncomfortable in the beginning with it as you’ve never been with someone with other “partners”

- Nacho who would call you up in the middle of the night after a long day to do a night drive of the city

- Nacho who would always end the night with you in the back of his seat moaning his name as you dug your nails into his back leaving marks

- Nacho who would still try and woo you once in a while and bring you flowers

- Nacho who would call you “babygirl, princess, baby, etc” as forms of endearment

- Nacho who would be secretive about his other work, since you knew he worked with his dad at the auto shop

- Nacho who’d get his frustrations of the day out on you

- “Fuck babygirl I missed you so much” he’d moan as he’d pull your hair during back shots, “I know that little pussy missed me too, god” he’d groan having to hold back to not cum so fast

- Nacho who would also choke you here and there with your consent when you were close because he knew it made your climax 10x better

- “N-nacho, tighter please” you’d moan feeling your orgasm nearing as Nacho would tighten his muscular hand around your throat , enough for you to still moan while rasping for air

- Nacho who wouldn’t pull out, having to buy you a Plan B after each outing to make sure you didn’t end up pregnant

- Nacho who would send you money making sure you were always taken care of in case anything were to happen to him

- Nacho who would give you some aftercare after sex if he was at your house

- He’d cuddle you until you’d fall asleep or make sure you got up to pee after so you wouldn’t get a UTI

- But overall the most aftercare he’d give you being a kiss on the forehead or lips before driving off after dropping you off

- Nacho who would be into some freaky shit and wanting to introduce you to his other girlfriends for a fun time 😈

- “C’mon princess, we’ll take good care of you”

[asgardswinter]

Lalo to Nacho

[slamminslamminmcgill]

dropped an ask then had a lightbulb moment so you get to hear it. what do you think about a reader with a Nacho n Lalo sharing situation? Lalo going a bit rough one time [thinking the dacryphilia one!!!!!!!!!], Nacho hearing n coming in n mediating, trying to give the reader comfort by petting their hair or murmuring to them through it, but Lalos busy using them to get off saying “pshhhh it’s fine” n having his way til they’re overstimmed, sobbing into Nachos lap until Lalo finishes, all of them knowing the reader doesn’t get to come even if Lalo goes for round 2 […but maybe Nacho will fix that later ;)]

NACHO GIRLIES I PROMISED I WOULD FEED YOU!!!!!! haven't written him AT ALL since jefe (and he was just There 🧍‍♂️) so this been a long time coming 😌 hehe cumming giggity

this ended up being really long so i put it under a cut. i actually wanted to keep going w/ this so i may add on to it and put it on ao3 later 😳

combining w/ this ask

warning: dacryphilia, degradation, orgasm denial, dubcon

anatomical terms: cunt/dick (reader's), coño/cunt/cock/verga (nacho's), dick/cock (lalo's)

Lalo had invited you and Nacho into his home, welcoming you with open arms. He gave you the grand tour, proclaiming that you both would live like kings in your time with him, and you could see why. His house practically was a heavily guarded castle; only thing missing was a moat. He had introduced you to his staff, his people, and they all were so excited to have you. They seemed like a genuinely nice bunch.

You wondered if they could hear you right now.

They probably could. You weren't exactly quiet, quite the opposite, actually. You were wailing and blubbering as Lalo pounded into your cunt, his coke nails leaving indents in your skin as he gripped the back of your knees.

You were choking back tears, snot, and your orgasm as you begged for lenience. “Lah… *sniff* Lah-loh… Lalo, Lalo, Lalo... Too… *hic* Too much… I can't..."

"Yes you can," Lalo answered for you, "You can take it. You wanna be a good boy for me, right? Then you have to wait for me to tell you. We're not done yet."

You whined and moaned as he continued his onslaught. You were loud. Loudly sobbing and sniffling as he thrusted into you. Loud squelching and skin slapping reverberated around the room. You remembered all those kind people he introduced you to today, and you prayed to God that they were all asleep. You wouldn't be able to bear the humiliation otherwise.

Luckily, they all were. But someone else wasn't.

Nacho couldn't get a wink of sleep. First from anxiety, and then because he heard something. Something that sounded serious. Stupidly, he went to go investigate. He rubbed his eyes, blinded by the light as he cracked open the door to Lalo's room. “Hey, is everything alright? I thought I heard someone cry-" Once he took his hand away from his face, he was then blinded by the traumatizing (to him at least) sight of Lalo Salamanca's bare ass. "Oh my GOD, dude, really?!”

You yelped and buried your face in your hands, embarrassed to be so exposed. Lalo didn’t care. He didn't slow down. He didn’t even turn to look at Nacho. “That’s what happens when you don’t knock, cabrón (asshole)!” He laughed.

“Shit, man, I thought I heard someone crying and…” Nacho got a better look at you and stopped short. Someone was crying. You were crying. What the fuck? What the hell was going on? Was this even consensual? Had Lalo been violating you the whole time you three had worked together? He gulped in fear and tried in vain to question his boss, “Aren’t you going too hard, you think?”

“Nah, he’s fine. He can take it. He likes it rough.” Lalo grunted. He hoisted your legs up onto his shoulders, and used one of his now free hands to reach behind him and beckon Nacho over. “Debes venir aquí y míralo. Verás que lo quiero decir. Él es un putito sucio, no te preocupes. (You should come and watch. You’ll see what I mean. He’s a dirty little slut, don't you worry.)” Lalo stopped moving his hips and pulled your hands away to get your attention. “Look! Say hi to Nachito!" He made you wave at him. "He’s gonna come watch for a bit. You must've been pretty loud to make him worry about you, eh? He just wants to make sure that you’re okay. Can he watch? Just for a little while, nene (baby), I promise.”

Your cheeks were bright red and boiling hot, tears bubbling down that did nothing to quench the flame. You looked over at Nacho, who had a look of genuine concern on his face, and then back up at Lalo, who looked cheery as ever. You sniffled and stuttered your answer, "O-Okay..."

Lalo cackled. "Alright! Now it's a party!" He glanced over his shoulder back at Nacho. "C'mon! Get over here. I won't bite! Well, not you at least. Unless you want me to." He winked and clicked his tongue at him.

Nacho sighed, really regretting his decision to be the hero right about now. Had he just chosen to mind his own business, he could’ve been lying in his room, maybe even asleep and oblivious, getting some decent fucking shut-eye for the first time in his goddamn life. Instead, his big mouth had bought him the brilliant responsibility of babysitting his batshit crazy boss’s bedroom behavior. He could rob the Patrón distillery and it wouldn’t get him enough alcohol to drink this memory away. He approached the bed begrudgingly, arms crossed over his chest. "How do you want me?"

Lalo's hands snuck around your waist and lifted you up, pressing your chest against his own. He spoke to Nacho as if you weren't even there. "Sit behind him. I’ll put him in your lap. And be nice to him, okay? He’s sensitive."

The irony of that statement was not lost on Nacho. He rolled his eyes as he climbed onto the bed, sitting down behind you criss-cross applesauce, y'know, as you do in a completely normal situation like this. Lalo laid you down gently so your head could rest in the other's lap, just like he said. Nacho brushed your hair out of your face, and as your eyes met his, his expression went from frustration to trepidation. At least, that's it looked like upside down. He didn't want to risk making things worse for you, so he mouthed the words: Are you okay? You nodded, and that seemed to relax him a little.

"See? There we go! Everything's fine." Lalo cooed and caressed your cheek. "Are you ready, conejito (bunny)?"

Nacho cringed at the pet name, but you loved it. "Mhm..." you whispered.

Having gotten the green light, Lalo took hold of your thighs, pushed them up to your chest, and got back to work, recklessly pistoning his hips into you like you were nothing more than a hole for him. Like you were a sex doll, a tiny little thing that he could manipulate however he wanted, however would make him feel the best. The new position let him reach even deeper, making you cry even harder. "Ah! Lalo! Lalo! Mmh! F-Fu- *sniff* Fuck... Fuck me! *sniff* Fuck me!"

"I am, sweetheart!" Lalo smiled at you, then Nacho. "See how much he likes this? I told you he's a slut."

As much as he hated to admit it, Nacho was fascinated by this, by you more specifically. There was no doubt in his mind that you were enjoying yourself, but you were crying, practically howling like you wanted it to stop, like you were in agony, but it wasn't agony. It was ecstasy.

For you, at least. For Lalo, it was business as usual. He was definitely enjoying it, but he was eerily calm about the whole thing, barely even breaking a sweat. He could even crack a joke at Nacho's expense. "Si tu coño sea la mitad bueno que esto, tal vez deberé probarlo después, ¿verdad? (If your cunt is half as good as this, maybe I'll have to try it out later, right?)"

Nacho ignored him, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of a response. He just gazed down it you, almost in awe. He gently stroked your hair, making you nuzzle into his touch as you sobbed. "Does it feel good?" he asked you.

Your eyes slammed shut as you moaned, "Yes! Yes, god, yes! Ah! So *hic* good! So good! *sniff* God... *sniff* it's... *sniff* so... *sniff* good! Fuck me! Fuck me more!" You weren't sure who you were talking to anymore.

Lalo assumed it was him. "Dios mío, muñequito (My god, doll), you are shameless!" He teased, "Now, just because we have a guest doesn't mean the rules change. You can't cum until I say so." He spanked your ass to punctuate his statement, before attempting to engage Nacho in conversation again, "Está tan necesitado. Siempre me está rogando que le deje a venir. Es una lástima que no tengas una verga, si no dejaría tocarte el turno en él. Es lindo, ¿verdad? (He's so needy. He's always begging me to let him cum. It's a shame that you don't have a cock, otherwise I'd let you take a turn on him. He's cute, right?)"

"S-Sí, él es... (Yeah, he is...)" Nacho responded, his eyes not leaving you as you writhed in his lap. Maybe if he stared at you long enough, his eyes would blur out everything but your face, and Lalo and his dick would fade into obscurity.

But they didn't. Lalo's presence only got more intrusive as he neared his peak. "Mierda, estoy cerca... Tan apretado... (Shit, I'm close... So tight...)" He groaned, "Acá, agarra sus manos. Voy a venir dentro de lo (Here, grab his hands. I'm gonna cum inside of him.)" Nacho did as he asked, taking your wrists in his hands, holding you down so Lalo could have his way with you. Lalo sighed in approval at him, "Good boy," and then at you, "You too. Such good boys, the both of you." He stroked your cheek and wiped your tears with his thumb. "I'm gonna cum inside you, pretty boy. Doesn't that sound nice? Gonna be so... ngh... so nice and full... fuck..." Lalo gave a few more hard thrusts before he buried himself inside you, humming as he filled you to the brim with his cum. You trembled and whimpered underneath him, squirming against Nacho's grasp, your dick painfully hard and untouched, longing for attention.

Lalo pulled his cock out, hissing in delight as he watched his cum spill out of you. "Oh, look at that. Gorgeous." He tapped your cheek again so you could open your eyes. "You stay right here. I'm gonna go get us all something to drink, okay?" Lalo kissed your forehead and climbed off the bed, directing his next line to Nacho, "Don't try anything funny, you hear?" He laughed as he cloaked himself in a silk bathrobe and left the room, heading for the kitchen, leaving the door wide open. What? His house, his rules.

You and Nacho stared at each other awkwardly, your chest rising and falling as you worked on stabilizing your breath. How the fuck do you start a conversation after that? Nacho cleared his throat to make an attempt. "So, uh... he doesn't let you finish?"

You shook your head. "N-No... Not until he says so..."

Nacho frowned. "That's not cool..." He listened intently for a second, sighing when he heard movement downstairs. Lalo was gone. Now was his chance. "Here..." He took your neglected dick between two fingers and started to stroke you.

"...Let me help."

[depressopax]

Nacho Varga relationship headcanons

NSFW version

Fandom - Better call Saul

Pairing: Ignacio “Nacho” Varga x gender neutral reader Genre: Smut, headcanons Warning(s): Sexual content. Situationships. Mentions of oral, handjob/fingering, degradation, penetration, semi-public, cuss words, sub/dom dynamic, pet names (gn) Reader is gender neutral. Might be a bit OOC! Words: 1.6K Summary: Dating Nacho would include…  English is not my main language, if I make any spelling mistakes please let me know so I can improve my writing! AO3 link! SFW version

Nacho is not the relationship type of guy.

He is scared of commitment, but most of all scared of hurting you.

If he is with you, it’s probably more of a Friends with benefits/No strings attached kind of situationship.

Sure he can be your friend and have sex with you - nothing more tho.

Nacho is more of a dom.

I feel like he’s a switch, but that's a side he hasn’t really explored, and would take some convincing for him to do so.

He likes being in charge and on top of his partner

It gives him a sense of control and he feels relaxed when he has you completely at his mercy

Buuuut… 👀

If he REALLY trusts and loves you

Homeboy will let you be on top sometimes. More about that later…

 When having sex with him, he is more of a “fast and rough”-guy

Will have you totally slutted out for him, begging for his touch

He is turned on by your submission and just how much he can dominate you if he wants to

His favorite position to take you in being doggy.

He loves having you on all fours and being able to thrust into you from behind

And he gets to stare at your ass the entire time without shame ;)

And he can give you light spanks on your ass etc…

I feel like he def is an ass guy

Which is the second reason he loves taking you from behind.

When he’s behind you he has full control of pace and is in a powerful position

He is very touchy during sex and likes grabbing your ass, thighs and hips, often with the intention of leaving marks

Speaking of leaving marks…

When he kisses your body, he does so to leave hickeys, and will be like “Oops, didn’t mean for that to happen lmao”

In a way, he likes claiming you

But he wouldn’t let you do the same to him.

Homeboy got them double standards

He is very loud in bed, cussing a lot, grunting and a few moans

He likes it when you are loud too.

Would probably be offended if you weren’t loud, and only fuck you even harder to make you react lmao

Nacho has a thing for degradation, but only when it comes to you.

If you are into that, he won’t hesitate to call you slut, bitch etc…

But he can also praise you during

“Look at you, taking my cock so well”“That’s it, you’re fucking amazing.”

He won't give you pet names tho, he finds it weird.

He prefers receiving oral.

He might give it to you, but then it’s mostly to “return the favor”

He’s not that enthusiastic when giving

Will make sure he does the job and makes you satisfied, because you deserve to feel good

But when receiving?

He L O V E S  I T

What can he say? It’s a good stress relief 

He just needs to sit down and have you do all the work

He’s not a head pusher, he lets you do things in your own pace

But if it’s too slow or “not good enough”, he’s not shy to guide you

Telling you how to move your mouth, where and when to use tongue

Your gagging is just a bonus to him.

Sorry but not that good at aftercare 😭

He might cuddle you, or give a few kisses

Or just lay in bed talking for a bit

After that? 

He either leaves to go to his place

If it’s late and he’s tired, he stays. But he just ends up falling asleep in your bed

Not the kind of person that cares if the two of you have left a mess. Why would it matter? 

Now for the second part of these headcanons… 👀

Nacho falling in love is rare

But when he does… Oh boy.

You’re his everything, and your sex life with him is totally different from how it used to be.

I feel like he totally acts different towards his FWB and someone he’s in love with

He’ll literally worship you

Sure he’s more of a dom and likes being on top

But if you insist on changing that, he’d be ok with it.

At first he hates the thought of being submissive

But something about seeing you on top of him, having him totally at your mercy…

Oh how the tables have turned.

And he loves it.

He likes how hot and powerful you look

He gets needy AF

Which gives you a good opportunity to be a tease 👀

Enough teasing and he will whimper for you even ;)

Of course he still likes being dominant, especially if you are submissive

But being dominated is nice for change sometimes…

A bit of a service top

He likes it when you boss him around and tell him what to do

The things he does when he’s on top of you - he does for your pleasure rather than for his own. 

Checks in on you a lot, whispering praise and lots of kisses

Fuck it, he even has pet names for you.

Nacho likes giving you spanish pet names, for example: Amorcito, Amor, Cariño

He finds it adorable when you’re flustered and always finds ways to make you that way

Whether it’s with words or touch.. He’ll do it

And tell you how fucking adorable you look

Homeboy is down bad for you

Legit is horny for you almost all the time and not shy to show it.

It’s enough with you wearing something that shows off skin, calling him a pet name or just being sweet to him… He just can’t help it!

He prefers to have sex at home, so he can make you scream his name as he claims you as his

But if his desires are urgent, or if he gets a boner in public etc…

He will take you right there and then.

You’re at some restaurant? At a cafe? Too fucking bad.

He knows how to rile you up, too.

Either by whispering dirty things to you, like telling you how badly he wants to fuck you, how hot you look…

Or simply with touch. 

Squeezing your thigh, having his fingers against the button on your jeans, his cold fingers finding their way into your shirt… You name it

Or his personal favorite:

Guiding your hand towards his crotch, having you gently rub his erection. “See what you do to me, amorcito?” AHDHJASHAD BYE- 🤤

He’ll grab your hand and lead you to the bathroom

But he got some class, at least. So if you’re too loud, he shuts you up, either with his palm against your lips, or with his fingers in your mouth.

He’ll fuck you against the wall while kissing your neck and whispering his love and devotion for you

He finds it entertaining to watch you wobble out of the bathroom after a quickie

…Which is usually just a warm up/appetizer of what’s to come once home ;)

He loves handjobs, especially cuddling up to you in the couch, watching a movie and then sliding his hand into your pants

Or his personal favorite - having you stroke his cock under the blanket whilst watching a movie with his hand around you, pretending nothing is happening…

He likes long, passionate sessions.

Really driving you wild with a combination of being rough and gentle, loving and mean… 

Nacho makes foreplay a big part of sex with you.

He wants to really warm you up and tease you

Likes it when you beg for his cock and to feel him

All I’m gonna say is, you need the warm-up, iykyk 🤭

Although, if he is in a hurry or just frustrated, he doesn’t mind a quickie.

Quickies with him leaves you breathless and with trembling legs “Gotta get to work, see you tonight, amorcito.” He’ll say, and give you a quick kiss before walking away, leaving you longing for more lmao

Oral remains the same as with a FWB

He prefers receiving but happily gives it too. 

But he’s actually more keen to making sure you enjoy receiving it

If he truly loves you, he could spend hours between your legs

E Y E  C O N T A C T

I’m sorry but his eyes??? I’m too autistic for eye contact but DAMN I could stare into his eyes all day &lt;3

He’s very observative to your reactions and it gets him going to see you enjoy his tongue and lips

Probably would let you sit on his face ngl

When you give him head, he’s extra praising

Keeps his hand on the back of your head or on your chin

As a supportive gesture

He loves watching your mouth full of his cock

He is extra loud to let you know you’re doing well

He actually likes and prioritizes aftercare 

He has you cuddled up to him

His fav cuddle position is having your head on his chest, whilst he rubs your back with his hands

Since he tends to get rough when he’s dominating you, he’s keen to make sure you’re alright and not feeling any discomfort.

Happily runs you a bath - and happily joins you, too ;)

If it’s nighttime, he’ll hold you tightly in his arms, telling you how much he loves you etc…

Basically? Very passionate and loving towards someone he’s in love with.

NACHO PLEASE LET ME LOVE YOU AHHH 😭💕 Did I just make a 1.6K words smut headcanons for this gorgeous damn man? Yes. 0 regrets. <3

[lovecrimeagh]

I'm getting my fic done I'm getting my fic done

there is hope

I got the bigger part of ch 3 written there's just some left🎀

[maddiehu7]

Do I wanna know? | Lalo Salamanca |

Chapter 3

I knock on mikes door nervously I wait a couple minutes but there's no answer so I knock again I hear footsteps from inside coming closer to the door

"I can hear you in there you know" I say sighing loudly the door opens and there stands my father a cartel member

"Who are you and why do you know where I live" Mike says sternly holding a gun firmly in his right hand

" I'm...we'll...I'm your daughter" I say cringing at the sound of it

"Your...what did you just say" he says with a look on his face I can't quite explain

"I'm -" before I can even finish my sentence I'm dragged into his house by my arm, he throws me on the floor harshly holding the gun up at me

"That's not possible! Who are you really! Tell me now!" He yells visibly shaking

"Im Thalia Williams but my name before I got adopted was Thalia smith" I say looking nervously between his eyes and the gun in his hands debating on wether to try to pull my gun from my jean shorts, I decide against it after all he is a hit man

"Thats...that's not possible I don't have a daughter?!" He yells questioning himself

" I'm sorry but you do and I'm it" I say throwing my hands up huffing

"Who...who's your mom" Mike starts to realize what I'm saying might be true lowering the gun slightly

"Some hookup from years and years ago, that's how she explained it atleast before she...she...died" I say gritting my teeth at the last part

"Who" he says putting the gun up again going back into defense mode

"Molly...Molly smith" I say looking him in the eyes

"...shit" he sighs out lowering his gun completely

"How old are you?" He questions with a haunted expression on his face

"25" I say getting up slowly making sure he keeps the gun at his side

"Thalia...pretty name...Molly...she's dead?" He questions looking at me like he's trying to get a read on me

"Yeah...murdered...some mugger" I say looking down shuffling my feet I've never really been able to talk about my mom she dies when I was 16 we were best friends after she died I was broken always wanting revenge and bouncing around in foster care till I was 18 didn't help either

"Shit... I'm sorry" he says putting his gun away sighing rubbing his hands over his old wrinkled face

"Yeah...well I should get going" I say awkwardly not really knowing what do say or do next

"Wait" he says stepping infront of me

"Howd you know where to find me?" He questions confused

"Well I've been tracking you since I was 19, your really hard to find you know" I say laughing slightly remembering how hard it was to find him

"Tracking? What are you?" He says stepping away leerily

"bounty hunter"

"Bounty hunter?" He says looking at me confused

"Oh I'm sorry is that not good enough for you would you like me to be a cartel member such as -" but he stops me when he pushing me against a wall elbow leaning on my throat pulling his gun back out and aiming at the side of my head, as nervous as I am in the moment I know to not show it

"How the hell do you know what I am!" He screams in my face demanding an answer

"Your boss...Gus fring....he...well he kidnapped me and demanded to know something and after a bit I told him why I was here he said he knew you and had one of his men drive me here" I say squeezing my eyes closed hoping he believes me, i open them when I feel him pull away seeing him relax a bit

"Gus...he knows about you?"

"Yeah...must I say quite a boss you got there" I say huffing a sigh out

"So you know all about me huh" he says not liking that he doesn't know anything about you but you know all about him

"We'll not everything just the basics, like I said your hard to find anything on" I say slugging my shoulders slightly exhausted by the events that have transpired

"What did fring want to know?" He asks instead of demanding like he likes to do I've learned in the short time I've known him

"Oh some stupid shit about this guy and his buddy...Lalo Salamanca?" I say not even remembering if that's the correct name but when I look to mikes face I see surprise run across it

"Lalo...what do you know about Lalo Salamanca?"

"Well nothing besides I'm assuming he's in the cartel and you and your boss hate him" I say plainly

"Why would he think you know anything about him"

"I was in Los pollos when he slid into my both calling me "princesa" then his bald buddy told me to stay away from him"

"He was interested in you?" He questions seemingly worried but that can't be right I mean he's in the cartel they don't care about anything

"Yeah I guess, why?" I say concerned now that a man who knew me for less than a second was concerned

"He's bad...all Salamancas are monsters" he says with certainty

"How are they any diffrent from you or anyone else in the cartel" I say crossing my arms

"He kills for fun I don't" he says sternly

"Well if that's what you have to tell yourself to sleep at night then ok" I say judging him

"Your a bounty hunter you telling me you've never had to kill someone with that gun of yours" he says looking towards my back, I look down not wanting to talk about this

"Ah so you have" he says sounding...sorry?

I don't want to talk about this I should leave" I say heading towards the door but he stops me again

"Wait let me...let me give you my number at least" he says I think about it for a minute before sighing and nodding, he goes to get a piece of paper and pen from his living room table and writes down his number handing it to be

"Thanks" I say grabbing it from him heading towards the door again opening it but before I leave I hear him sigh

"Sorry..sorry about the gun can never be to safe In my line of work" I laugh quietly

"All good...see you later Mike" I say looking back

"See you later...kid" he says looking away not knowing if that was the right thing to say but I smile smally and head out, well that could've been worse I think to myself as I hall a cab and head home

( sorry for the delay in chapters got a little busy hope you enjoy this chapter though!"

[genocidehim]

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…"