#nacho varga reader

[idkelly]

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• 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.

[moonxnite]

y’all ever fantasize about a fictional character a little too hard to the point you’re convinced you should be admitted to a mental hospital?

[richeeduvie]

Can you possibly do NSFW drabble (or what you find most convenient) Nacho and reader first time please? 🔥 I adore the way you wrote Nacho in your stories and I'm curious to see him in this situation 🚀

TOUCH ME - NSFW DRABBLE

Nacho Varga x Reader

X READER. Can be read as Madman reader if you like. Sorry this took so long my lovely mutual! I hope you enjoy how terrified I am of writing Nacho WARNINGS: SMUT. 18PLUS. PIV SEX. FOREPLAY -- 2.8K WORDS --

Nacho breathes into you. He holds onto you like your body will turn itself over to the air. 

He’s so beautiful, his chest bold against your breast - in the way he breathes heavy into you, you can barely breathe at all. 

“I can’t…I can’t,”

He feels like a fucking boy, he feels like he can’t exist outside of you. It’s getting worse with every day. And now…now Nacho knows it’ll be over for him the minute he puts himself inside you. 

He sweats, his heart beats. You swallow down every nerve because you want him. 

“Are you going to want me?”

You nod, a movement too vigorous against Nacho’s cheek. 

His voice is thick, quiet - but there’s a trembled emotion there. He grabs your bicep. 

“I do. I do.” 

Your voice literally trembles as Nacho’s hands take your cheeks. 

“I’ve always wanted you. Always.” 

And there, aroused nerves fade into the quickening beat of your heart. But Nacho’s only grows, the blood in his ears rushes louder and louder because he can’t turn away from you. He can’t not touch you after this. It’ll be over. 

“I want you now, so much.” 

Nacho doesn’t blink. 

It’s already over. 

He doesn’t smile, but Nacho lays you out on the bed and the air is almost as thick as his voice. The room is warm, but everything about the way he stretches you out against the sheets buries a fire at your stomach. 

“Nacho-” 

He breaks your words with a kiss and it’s so firm. He buries his tongue in your mouth.

 And it’s nothing harsh, but it’s all of his need on his lips. 

He’s not going to stop, not when you’re everything he’s ever wanted, needed - what he’s promised to protect. 

It’s only been seconds, but Nacho’s cock grows harder with his skin touching yours, lips touching yours. He kisses harder, pressing in.

Even with what feels like a blood rush at his hands groping you, you can feel Nacho taking his time. A great, heavy-breath savoring and he’s so beautiful. His hands, big and gentle but entirely insistent lets your spine roll underneath him. 

Everything pools inside you. 

Nacho’s hands are rough, calloused as they explore your skin.

You’re so soft. 

Your heart races and he goes in deeper, deeper - his breath at your ear and teeth grazing your earlobe. 

You search his eyes with yours wide, looking, hoping he’s enjoying the first sight of you. You hope you’re beautiful, that your body is enough. But, even when his fingers trace the line between your breasts, the middle of you - you don’t know Nacho’s intent on making sure you know you’re more than enough. 

That you won’t be able to get him off and out of you. 

He can’t burn with the guilt of his sudden desperation, not when he was you to take care of. And maybe, he’ll be selfish. 

Your eyes are unblinking when your body is bare to the walls of the room, as Nacho leans back and if you think about it, you’d say his brown-eyed gaze is intense. 

Taking in the sight of what he’s always wanted. 

Your heart hammers away in your chest, but you remain still, you want him to feel all of you. If he wants you. You hope he wants you. 

Nacho hopes he’ll be able to move on from the sight of you under him. 

“You’re so beautiful.” He whispers it against your skin, eyes dark in the dark. “I don’t know why you came into my life.” 

He can’t let the moment just be. He can’t let it just be both of your bodies. He has to say something too fucking desperate, rough in intensity. Nacho closes his eyes as blood rushes, below and above. His cock twitches. 

“I’m glad I was there. I…” 

Nacho can’t fucking handle of the idea of having to hear the way you try and play nice with what he says, never knowing your heart just can’t quit at his words. So, you can only gasp when he lowers his head with a warm and ragged breath to take your breast into his mouth. His thumb traces lazy, but meaningly circles around your other nipple - both harden beneath his touch.

This is the first time, but it feels like it was always supposed to be this way. It’s that sharp, slight pain of sensitivity with all the pleasure of Nacho’s tongue. 

Perfect. 

Nacho closes his eyes at your soft moans. 

Perfect. 

“I’m gonna try and make you feel good. So you just relax. I’ve got you.” 

“..What about, what about-” 

What about you? It’s something you want to ask, but you can barely get a word in with the bolts of wet shocks to your nipples, all the feeling bolting throughout your body when Nacho’s hands become everywhere. You would think the word exploring. 

But it’s claiming. Worshiping. It’s a hunger that matches your own even if you don’t know it. You feel it with every shiver and the fire at your hole seems to burn bright, tightening around nothing. 

“What about me trying to make you feel good?” 

You stare at the ceiling, but you feel Nacho’s tongue still. 

“...I promise you, you don’t have to worry about that.” 

Your fingers find your way onto his head, then his cheeks. You pull Nacho in closer - to urge him. Please, please, please. 

His hand cups your other breast as he continues to let his teeth graze your hard nipple. Hot, wet jolts that stuff his mouth with you when you can’t help but curl. 

You think your moans are met with your name so quietly. 

If he had it in him to be confident, not sure - not focused, but confident, Nacho would think it was your name as a prayer. But you feel like the letters drip off his tongue, water he drank too fast as if he’d never drink again dribbling off his lips. 

His touch is so beautiful that you need more of it. You always needed it, you can’t believe this is the first time you’ve ever had it. 

You try and press your legs together, but of course, Nacho’s squeezed in the middle. 

Your head nuzzles into his when he comes up and you can feel a hardness pressing against a bit of your crotch and thigh. You focus on how bold and strong his chest is in his own skin. 

You need to get rid of his boxers. Now. Now.

Your hands slide down the warmth of his spin and curve to his waist, pulling at the band before you can barely breathe. There’s noises from him and for your own selfishness, you’ll take them as good noises. 

His muscles ripple and he tries not to tremble. He can’t tremble. It’d be you to make him fall, but he’s not going to when he has to take care of you. 

You tug at his shoulders. 

“I need you.” 

It’s your voice barely there over the sounds of the both of you. But somehow, brown eyes grow darker and Nacho can feel his body failing him. Everything taking over. 

His cock is fucking painful and you’re too beautiful, and he just wants to fuck you, and he’ll fuck you - and he’ll bury himself inside of you. 

You pull at the band fully, just until his cock springs out - long and throbbing. 

He’s perfect, in the way you hope all of you’s perfect. 

Your face grows even more warm at how Nacho pulls himself up as his cock, bare and slightly sticky, presses against your leg - but it makes all of your warm, your pussy ready to take him. Almost. 

He should touch you with those perfect hands, big and clean. Shaven? 

“I need this to be a night you’ll love. Can I do that for you?” 

Fuck. He needs to feel you. He needs to feel how his fingers and cock fit inside you and needs to hear what noises you make. It can be nothing like what he’s dreamt of. Perfect. Better. Real. This is real. 

Nacho traces the curve of your waist and hip before he lets his hand trail down your cool, soft skin, just to your crotch. 

The opening of you is beautiful, and he wants it wet, warm - he wants his name in your mouth, selfishly. He needs this to be good so he can stuff himself with you over and over and over again, if you’ll let him. 

He sucks at your neck. 

“So beautiful. So…”

He sucks at your neck, then at your collarbone, and you gasp and breathe with an uneven, passionate rhythm when he puts a finger to your clit. He presses in, and in. A button to press and you clench around nothing. The pool of heat grows into an ocean as he sucks and sucks and lets another finger slip inside you. 

If you were dry before, you aren’t now. 

It’s so much, his finger, gentle but not unfocused in how it pumps in and out of you. 

“That’s how you feel. That’s how you-” 

Nacho makes a noise that’s almost a hiss when you grab at his cock, softing pumping there. When you get wet enough, you try - with all your unfocused and only feeling, taking your slick and letting his cock get wet too. 

You pump at his cock, twisting your wrist as you roll your head into the pillow. The finger is a welcomed burn that grows into pleasure and the sight of you leaking. 

And when Nacho puts another finger inside you, he just takes a moment to look at you, taking himself back, sitting up on the bed as his sights linger. 

He can’t fucking look away. He was never able to look away. He needs all of you, and whatever he thought he touched. He didn’t, he needed all of your skin and soft body, perfect, pretty body under his palms. 

He runs his other hand over your thigh. He opened you up, legs like a butterfly. 

You’ve already been naked for long moments, but you have never felt more open. You spread your legs wider, ready. But he can stretch you out with more fingers and more fingers and all of him if he wants. 

“Nacho.” 

There, there comes a sudden dark, his fingers slipped out of you to grip at your hip bones. 

He knew he wanted to hear his name here, from your mouth - but Nacho didn’t know that’d be what would make him lose it. 

He can’t even feel guilt, he only feels the rush to his head and looks at the sight of you under him. 

Where you should be, maybe. For the rest of his life. A place where he can always take care of you. 

His cock pressed at the tight, wet opening with one finger pressing like a feather-fucking touch over your clit. Then, it's Nacho pressing the bad of his thumb against your clit, wanting to see every face you can make. 

You only thought it would’ve taken so long at how he took a long moment to cup your pussy, pulling his cock away from how it clenched and became ready. 

It’s already waves of pleasure, the ocean of both of you, the water’s of fire, maybe. But this is where you should be. You spread your legs even further, pulling yourself up on the bed. 

“Nacho-” 

You’re already hazy and gasping out with his cock stretching through you, it slips all the way in. Slowly, but never coming to a full stop inside you. 

“Ah! Oh my god, oh my go-” 

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” 

Both of you breathe in a sweaty, even rhythm at the first time he comes inside you. You watch the way his cock just looks so…big. It’s the first time, and it burns slightly, but you know it’ll go away and it’ll be him and you and you’ll want him to fuck you. Make love to you. 

“You like this? Baby?” 

Nacho watches him watching where you two meet before he takes the real, finally real image of how his cock stuffs itself in your pussy. 

“Baby?” 

“...Oh my god.” 

It feels too good. He’d die too happy, and then he’d die guilty. 

Nacho says your name over and over, something you can’t hear but feel in shivers. His hot breath reaches the chills of your body before he starts to rock himself. 

His cock slips almost out before him fucks himself back in, slowly. 

“Oh, Baby. You’re so…” 

He struggles in taking your leg up over his shoulder, but he does. He breathes into your skin, shoving his face into your body as his hips manage to quicken. 

It’s too good. It’s too much. 

It’s the sound of your bodies meeting slowly coming into the air, soft and wet as he goes fast. Hand on your breast, thigh, breath - knee. You cup his heavy heavy and you try to hope that it feels good, but you can only think about how good it feels. 

 Nacho. 

Your body’s laid out flat and stretched before he begins to fuck fast, your hole clenches and leaks, grows hot at the hole and at the hilt as you move like filth. Maybe that’s what it should be, your breasts bouncing and all of you getting groped under curses and mewls, but it’s beautiful. 

The first time is beautiful under the moonlight. 

He stop feel how your pussy feels as he fucks you, how it clenches. He can’t stop watching how your eyes roll back or how your tits bounce. Nacho doesn’t even mean it when he gropes a bruise into your breast and waist. He’ll throw his mind into a fire of shame at that later, but now - he feels how beautiful you are around his cock. 

The thrusts sound out with his grunts. 

“Do you like the way I’m making you feel?”

“Yes! Nacho-” 

“Fuck. You don’t have to worry. Baby, you’ll never have to worry.”

And it’s minutes going by that way, a beautiful stretch as the long girth of him slips out, only to slam back into you again. 

“You’re beautiful. You’re so-” 

And then, Nacho slows. You’re already curling over, you wouldn’t have thought slowing down and going softer meant he’s getting close, but you watch his body twitch as you do. 

He comes over, chest pressing into your breasts as his arm snakes under you. It’s a hold, tight and warm with something that feels like….

You don’t know, in your eyes - in his, neither of you will say it’s love, not during the first time. 

But he stares into you, unblinking as your back arches, making his arm fit between you and the bed. He’s slowed, but each thrust is hard. You would say it’s harsh if it wasn’t for his eyes. 

Brown, black in the dark - but that hesitant kindness you know so well. 

Your arms come around to grasp at his bicep and shoulders. Every pump of his cock slaps against your pussy, hits his hot, twitching tip at the hilt. 

He’s stuffed, buried, and yet, the way he buries his face in your neck gets at you. 

“Nach-” 

“I’m cumming, Baby. I’m-” 

And there, Nacho’s hips buck into yours, balls slapping as his body rocks the bed with you. He puts his finger to your clit, making quick, but struggled circles as his fucks the way he cums. 

He cums for a while, you feel him spurting inside you as you cry out in how you chase your own high, riding your arch into his orgasm to get yours. 

You cum moments after, moaning and crying into Nacho’s heavy sighs. 

And then…it’s over, his cum leaking out of you with everything else, the ocean draining out into a pool. It becomes an aftermath of your first time with him. 

And you couldn’t have had it any other way. 

Nacho comes at your sigh, still breathing heavy - but it gets more even. You try to focus on his chest rising and falling, so you can remember where you are after the way your toes curled. 

Then you replay it all in your head, hoping to God it’ll happen again soon. 

“Come…come here.” 

You don’t have much room to go anywhere, but Nacho’s order follows itself in him taking your knuckles and kissing them, not over and over - just one long kiss. 

Water to a man who’ll never see a drop again, air to a man underwater. He keeps his eyes closed. 

“...That was…Nacho…that was perfect. Was it…was it go-” 

“I can’t-I can’t think. I can’t think. Just let me…let me breathe, Baby. Relax.” 

He hopes you’ll listen to him, because for him to find his breath after the first time. After the first time, he’ll need to keep his face in the skin of your knuckles for a little while longer. Just until the sun comes up.

[waltywhitey]

🌟🌟 How the Breaking Bad crew would react to you coming out as trans 🥰🏳️‍⚧️🌟🌟

Notes: hi!!!! I'm a new writer and I just wanted to start with some breaking bad and better call Saul headcanons! Hope you enjoy!!!

Warnings: none

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✨ Walter White ✨

🔆 Apprehensive at first since he doesn't really understand gender

🔆 Grew up old fashioned but will eventually come around

🔆 He's a teacher so he has to be understanding and use your correct pronouns

🔆 He further explores LGBTQ+ issues and gender rights and is a proud ally

🔆 He attends Albuquerque's pride festival

✨ Jesse Pinkman ✨

🔆 He's your best friend since moving to Albuquerque

🔆 Once you tell him, he gets really excited about learning this

🔆 He's so happy that he shows you his top scars in solidarity

🔆 Jesse never told anyone that he's trans too -- bonding you both closer together

✨ Saul Goodman ✨

🔆 Doesn't understand pronouns or being gay

🔆 Admits that he was gay for a bit in highschool

🔆 He'll refer to you with your preferred pronouns so he doesn't lose you as a client

🔆 He will protect you against hate crimes

🔆 He will also fight for your right to gender affirming care

🔆 He also wears a trans pin next to his blue ribbon to tell other potential clients that he supports all the queers

✨ Gus Fring ✨

🔆 You are one of his employees and confide in him that another coworker called you a transphobic slur

🔆 Gus does not allow discrimination in the work place and has the coworker fired

🔆 He consoles you in his office and asks what your preferred pronouns are and promises to make sure everyone refers to you as such

🔆 During June, Gus has a special trans meal that comes with a free trans flag and all proceeds go to an LGBTQ+ organization

🔆 Los Pollos Hermanos also has a float in the Albuquerque pride festival

✨ Mike Ehrmantaut ✨

🔆 Silence

✨ Skyler White ✨

🔆 You're best friends with her son, Walt Jr.

🔆 She's seen you grow up so when you come out as trans she's a bit shocked

🔆 At first she'll ask how you know and forbid Flynn from hanging out with you

🔆 Her son bashes her for being transphobic and says that he is going to run away

🔆 Skyler calms down and thinks things through

🔆 Eventually she promises to not be transphobic around you

🔆 At first she'll struggle with your preferred pronouns but she'll get it

🔆 Over time she'll become an ally and be accepting when Walt Jr. comes out as bi

✨Marie Schrader✨

🔆 You come out to Marie and she is very supportive

🔆 Marie stole your goddamn estrogen pills

✨ Hank Schrader ✨

🔆 You're one of Marie's coworkers and best friend

🔆 She invites you over for dinner where you admit to them both that you are trans

🔆 Marie is very supportive but Hank looks at you with a face of confusion and disgust

🔆 He doesn't believe in more than two genders and that you can be a different gender than what you were born as

🔆 He refuses to use your preferred pronouns and tells Marie that he doesn't want you back in his house

🔆 Hank tells his coworkers about you and Gomez gets on to him for being transphobic

🔆 After awhile Hank is indifferent to you at the least and tries to use your preferred pronouns

🏳️‍⚧️💗 BOUNOS 💗🏳️‍⚧️

✨ Kim Wexler ✨

🔆 At first she'll be confused because she thought you were pansexual

🔆 You'll explain to her that gender and sexuality are different and she'll quickly catch on

🔆 Once you tell her your preferred pronouns, she'll immediately start using them

🔆 She'll research all about LGBTQ+ history and current issues and promises to fight against any hate crime related cases for you

🔆 As she furthers he studies of sexuality and gender, she later comes out as non-binary

✨ Lalo Salamanca ✨

🔆 He finds you hotter

✨ Nacho Varga ✨

🔆 You're a cousin of the Salamancas

🔆 You'll befriend him as he seems like the least menacing of Salamanca's men

🔆 After awhile, you'll come out to him and he'll be shocked at first but then happy

🔆 He congratulates you on this big step and that it wasn't easy coming out to a member of the cartel

🔆 He'll ask what your preferred pronouns are and uses them right away

🔆 He eventually asks you to join his polycule

.

✨ Chuck McGill ✨

🔆 Dies

.

✨ Howard Hamlin ✨

🔆 You work for HHM as a paralegal

🔆 Howard spots the paperwork for a name change on your desk and questions you

🔆 You come out as trans and he'll be gladly shocked

🔆 He'll ask what your preferred pronouns are and enforce them with the whole company

🔆 He'll even offer to drive you down to the court for you to finalize the name change

(Tumblr has a 10 images per post limit I'm sorry Nacho and Howard 💔)

[cherrybean]

Lana Del Rey songs that remind me of the BB & BCS characters

!!!Spoilers for some of them!!!

Domingo/Krazy 8

- Queen of Disaster

- Lyric: “got me spinnin’ like a ballerina, feeling gangsta’ every time I see ya”

- Mainly the little twinkle sounding beginning of the song reminds me of Krazy 8 because he has beautiful big eyes 😩 the first time I saw him I felt like he never really fit into the harsh world of drugs because he seems like a more timid/sweet person ☹️

Tuco Salamanca

- Ultraviolence

- Lyric: “he hit me and it felt like a kiss”

- This man is VERY violent 💀 need i say more

Eduardo/Lalo Salamanca

- Million Dollar Man

- Lyric: “you’ve got the word, but baby at what price?”/“Youre screwed up and brilliant”

- Another beautiful man and the song is about someone who is so irrevocably in love with someone to the point they’ll ruin themselves for them, aka me for him 🫶🏽

Ignacio Varga/Nacho

- Get Free/ Dealer

- Lyric: “sometimes it feels like I got a war in my mind, I wanna get off, but I keep riding the ride”/ “gave you all my money, I don’t wanna live, I don’t wanna give you nothing”

- A very sad man, I love nacho so much and I feel like he is stuck in the world of drugs and sadly is his demise in the end😭 my heart aches for him

Jesse Pinkman

- Black Beauty/ High by the Beach

- Lyric: “life is beautiful, but you don’t have a clue”/ “I’ll do it on my own, don’t need your money, money to get me what I want”

- Jesse seems like a very sad soul who is still very bright and hasn’t let his past experiences dim his light, the second lyric is mostly what I think he’d think of Walter

Walter White

- Money Power Glory

- Lyric: “but that’s not what this bitch wants, not what I want at all, I want money, power and glory”

- Literally his endgame 💀 he wanted money, power and the glory of doing it all

Gustavo/Gus Fring

- Fucked My Way Up To The Top

- Lyric: “I fucked my way up to the top, this is my show”

- Literally infiltrated and killed every last person who did him dirty/killed his friend/lover. Truly is HIS show

Howard Hamlin

- National Anthem

- Lyric: “money is the anthem of success, so before we go out what’s your address?”

- Show never really tells if he actually comes from old money, but guessing from his name being on the law firms business and his fathers (?) I feel like this is a fitting song 😩 I still loved Howard though 🥲 plus the way that Kim and Jimmy despise him for having a silver spoon in his mouth

Kim Wexler

- Ride

- Lyric: “I’m tired of feeling like I’m fucking crazy”

- My queen 🫶🏽 love her and she can do no wrongs. Feel like her younger life and even adult life people would tell her who she is or what kind of person she was/wasn’t and this one line stuck out to me

Saul Goodman/Jimmy McGill

- Cruel World

- Lyric: “got your bible, got your gun”/ “everybody knows that I’m the best I’m crazy, yeah yeah”

- First lyric reminds me in my interpretation of Jimmy being split between him and his alter ego and doing good in law vs playing law as his game, kind of the contradiction of having a bible and a gun (don’t come after me please). Second lyric more of him going a bit crazy in some scenes with his speeches 🤨

[justauthoring]

whole wide world.

just the two of you, together, in the whole wide world. and then? it's just you.

a/n -> okay, first, i realize i am late to bcs (as always) and that this probably won't get any notes BUT i just watched 06x03 and i am DISTRAUGHT also please excuse my poor attempt of using spanish endearments :) most of them are from google, so if you guys have suggestions, let me know!

tw. -> warning for better call saul 06x03? im not sure if i should put this, but just in case.

pairing -> ignacio "nacho" varga x f!reader

"we'll get out."

"nacho���"

"no," he cuts in, stepping towards you with a sharp look in his eyes. "we—you, me, my dad... we're gonna get out. all three of us."

letting out a sigh, you shake your head, reaching across the counter to grab his hand in your own. the action seems to still nacho, even if briefly, because he's blinking and his body is easing and then he's meeting your eyes and you see the fear behind them.

"i know," you assure, voice soft and warm. there wasn't an ounce of doubt in your voice. you knew nacho meant what he said and you trusted him wholeheartedly—if he said that you'd get out, he meant it. "i'm just worried."

"it'll be fine."

"will you?"

and he pauses at that, body stilling. he takes one look at you and huffs because he can't lie; you'll see right through him. you always have. so the admittance comes with a shaky sigh, letting his head fall into his hands as he pulls away from you.

"i dunno," he breathes. "i don't know anything."

your heart breaks.

"oh, mi dulce. ignacio."

pulling away from the counter, you make your way around the island, crossing the distance over to him with ease and take him into your arms. your arm wraps around his shoulder and you tug him towards you, ignoring the small fight he gives before he eventually falls into you with a choked sob.

his face presses into the curve of your neck, arms wrapping around your waist as he grips onto you like he's afraid you'll disappear from him.

"what's wrong, cariño?"

and he shakes his head against you, shaking all whilst he does it. you've asked him this question so many times and while this is the first time he's fallen apart on you quite like this, you know the answer will remain the same.

silence.

you know nacho is involved with the cartel and that he has been for a good chunk of his life; the secret of it had been revealed pretty early on in your relationship. it wasn't ideal but you knew at his heart nacho was a good man and in the end, it hadn't been enough to sway you from him.

but something had changed these last few months. things with his father and the cartel and he's been so damn secretive about it all but in your gut you knew it was bad. you're not sure you've seen him smile in weeks or look anything but tense. even when it was just the two of you, he seemed particularly on edge of everything around him.

then he'd told you it wasn't safe for you to take transit to work anymore. when you'd questioned that, he'd refused to say anything. the next day he'd come over with a new car, just for you.

it was clear he was in danger and given the way he'd been extra protective of you lately, you figured that danger extended to you. and his father, probably.

he said he'd get you away, that he'd keep you safe, so you didn't really care all that much about being in danger. you trusted his word and you knew he'd never let anything happen to you.

you were just worried about him.

terribly.

"you have to tell me," you plead, pulling back enough to see his face. nacho blinks at the movement, forcing the tears that had welled in his eyes to disappear, effectively righting himself to alleviate any concern.

it's too late.

"ignacio, please," you beg, squeezing his shoulders, fighting him from walking away. "i just need to know you're okay. i can't go on with this worry anymore. i can't. and you won't—"

he cuts you off by pressing his lips against your own. his movement is swift, quick, catching you by surprise as he tugs you against him by your hip, the other hand moving to brush your hair back and cup your cheek. the fight leaves you the second you feel his lips press against your own, instinctively leaning into his touch as your eyes flutter shut.

and when nacho pulls back and you're breathless, he lets his forehead fall against your own and it's like it's just the two of you in the whole wide world.

"mi amor," he whispers, breath soft and husky. "everything will be okay."

the shuttering breath you've been forcing back falls out of you then, your whole body shaking with the movement as you set your hands on his chest, desperate for the feel of him.

"i promise."

-

the second you're phone rings, you're flipping it open and pressing it to your ear without even checking the contact.

"ignacio?"

"hola mi amor."

your whole body eases, slumping against the back of your chair with a flush of relief you haven't felt in days. you take a moment, before snapping yourself back to attention; "where have you been? are you okay? i've been so worried, nacho. oh, gosh... are you hurt? what's happened?"

he chuckles, but it sounds thick and strained. "so many questions, baby."

you scoff. "you had me worried."

"i'm sorry, y/n."

there's something about the way he says it that twists uncomfortably inside of you, finally taking note of how strange he's sounded since you first heard him speak. he sounds strained and coarse, and there was a tinge of something else you couldn't quite pick up on.

"ignacio," you call as the worry settles back in, falling heavy on your chest. "are you okay? where are you?"

"i'm okay," he assures but his answer is a little too quick. "i'm sorry i've been gone so long. negocio, you see?"

you nod, even if he can't see it. "will you be back soon?"

this time, his answer delays. your heart sinks.

"soon," he agrees eventually. "i'm not sure."

"oh," you let out.

"i just wanted to hear your voice. i've missed you, mi amor."

"i've missed you too, nacho," you whisper, holding your phone as tight to yourself as you can; as if that'll bring nacho back. "i can't sleep without you."

"yeah?" he laughs lightly, "neither can i."

you press your lips together and hesitate on a reply. something dark and twisted sinks in on you and it makes you feel sick but you don't know what to do about it.

you don't know if there is anything you can do about it.

there's a cut over the line and you hear nacho sigh.

"i have to go, baby."

his voice thickens and cracks at the end of it.

"oh? okay..." swallowing thickly, you blink back the tears that involuntarily well in your eyes. "but you'll be home soon, right, amorcito?"

"...y-yeah."

biting your lip, you force back the sob that threatens to break past your lips.

"you promise then?" you ask, words choked.

there's a slight rustle. "i promise."

"i love you."

a pause; one that lasts for what feels like enternity before nacho replies; "....love you too, mi amor."

and he's pulling away before you can say anything else, the line cutting as you pull your phone to glance it, watching as the call ends. the sob wreckes past your lips then and you feel you sick, your stomach tight and your hands shaking as you think about the way his voice had sounded.

it occurs to you then you won't be seeing nacho again.

despite his promise.

[asgardswinter]

Lalo Salamanca sits like this and ur gonna tell me hes sTrAIgHt ?

[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 <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

[kissingrhi]

ok ok ok

top 10 favorite better call saul headcanons.

1,2, 3 GO!

here we go!

lalo smells fantastic. like even just his natural musk is top tier. faint hints of wood and earthy tones, but very warm and comforting

jimmy blushes Extremely easily. like it's bad. he refuses to acknowledge it

kim loves sharing her clothes!!

nacho loves swimming. he loves the feeling of being underwater, or the tingle of the sun against his skin after a long day in the pool/at the beach. if you go swimming with him, he will fall in love QUICK.

howard loves healing his inner child. like watching his favorite childhood movies or eating random snacks he used to make when he was younger.

gus' belly laugh is the best thing ever. he is also extremely ticklish.

kim says she "doesn't really like being the little spoon" but somehow throughout the night you will become wrapped around her (she does not complain)

howard is a lightweight and a sappy drunk. give him like 4 shots and he's resting his head on your knees listing everything he loves about you

jimmy writes poetry in his free time and will not let anyone see it

lalo loves painting his s/o's nails!!

[1ivinqdeadqir1]

Hi, I hope you’re doing good, I saw your post about exams and same here, it’s hard just to wake up to go to school in the morning. 😭 Anyway, I just read the post about Lalo being your first time, and I was wondering when you could find time, if you could write the same prompt just with Nacho? Oml the brainrot is HEAVYYYY. If not, that’s completely okay! Thank you so much.

Nacho Varga being his SOs first:

A/N: similarly to the Lalo one, I used different ‘ first time ‘ circumstances and I think it turned out pretty cute, gotta love nachito <33

Fem!Reader (implied, though you could very well just use whatever pronouns or gender identity you like)

WARNING(S): mentions of sex, kissing and death, generally just nacho behaviour tbh

First relationship:

he wouldn’t really mind at all, he’d be a little intimidated maybe at first and feel as though there’s a lot of expectations he’d have to fill

But you’d ( of course ) reassure him that he’s doing great <33

I can imagine you meeting at his fathers shop, and he greets you at the counter and he can’t stop thinking about how gorgeous you are

“ I was uh.. if you’re free later maybe we could go for a drink?”

“I’d love to, Ignacio. pick me up at 7 okay?”

His father also adores you. Papa Varga really admires how you bring out the good in his son

Nacho probably has a gym set at his house let’s be for real

Imagine training together ( if you’re into that )

Him accidentally giving you weights that are too heavy and when your muscles ache afterward he apologizes and gives you a massage

“Ignacio, where did you learn to give massages like this?”

“It’s pretty straightforward really… I guess”

He’s not much for PDA, just for his reputation but if it’s just the two of you he’d happily hold you

Once you’re aware of his job he’d be hyper vigilant over you ( you probably have to find out on your own…)

Nacho definitely has a fake ID made for you in his safe. Just in case.

First Kiss:

he initiates it, or at least goes to- and you pull away.

“ sorry, I-“

“No no nacho, it’s me I just… I haven’t…”

“ oh 😳” he’d find it really cute, maybe a little weird since I imagine you’re around 23-25, but still.

You give him a quick peck on the cheek to compensate when he’s not looking, and he can’t help but smile stupidly into his hand.

This all probably takes place with you both sitting watching the sunset from inside one of his cars or an old truck borrowed from his dad for a romantic date night. In the middle of nowhere.

“You’re going to be the death of me” he sighs it out, and you laugh it off, though he’s a little worried that part of him is being truthful.

Not for his sake, more for yours. Because how can he develop such a love for someone-

who then loves him back, for him to just die and leave you all alone?

“You’re so dramatic sometimes… tough guy”

Your first PROPER kiss is probably after the 4th date, something relaxed like a movie at his place and food.

You initiate it this time, reluctantly, but he welcomes it.

“ that was… new”

“ oh shut up and just kiss me already”

And he does, smiling like a fool because he just has such a love for you. He doesn’t say as much as he should, but nacho doesn’t have to say it all the time for you to know.

First time having sex (NSFW):

Your confidence has probably gone up a lot since your first kiss with him, and being with him in general honestly

He’s still nacho, though a lot less stressed than usual, he has you to come home to so now he has something else to fight for.

Some days when he comes home you miss him more than he’d imagined,

I can’t imagine nacho taking you on regular shopping trips, though if you needed something and asked he’d oblige.

Besides, you like earning your own money, it makes you feel… accomplished, and appreciate the work that went into getting it.

So when he comes home and you’ve gotten a new set of underwear or pajamas he’d be so flustered, and maybe a little confused

“I- uh, they look… nice”

You’d initiate it this time, and ask him whether or not he’s going to hurry up and bend you over

As a… half joke, of course

After some very much needed TLC from you and some from him, he’s relatively gentle when it comes to the actual intercourse bit

Especially because he can just guess based on the fact you hadn’t even had your first kiss that you’re more than likely a virgin to

“We can stop if it hurts okay?”

“You’re so sweet baby, it doesn’t hurt”

It does. Not as much as your friends had made it out to be, but still you can definitely feel a slight burning feeling

Aftercare is pretty important to Nacho, just because he likes seeing you so relaxed and carefree sprawled out on his bed as he cleans over your body with a damp lukewarm washcloth.

Expect lots of uncharacteristic hugging and kisses as well

He’s the big spoon, tho he’s not really bothered what he is as long as you’re close to him

“You smell so nice Ignacio”

“Mmhm”

We know he doesn’t talk a lot, but you know exactly what he means

You’d turn to face him and press kisses along his chest and the scar he’d gotten from Tuco

“You're so beautiful”

At first he doesn’t really understand what you mean by beautiful, since he’s a guy, and it seems a bit… odd to talk to a guy like that

But he inevitably chuckles and asks “ how so?”

“ you’re just… a beautiful man, inside and out.”

Damn, talk about a sting to the heart, he’ll definitely remember that in his depressed ass moments

“You’re trying to make me soft hm?”

“No! You just…”

“ I know, I’m only joking”

“You and your jokes… nachito”

You’d both then fall asleep, you first then him.

He doesn’t sleep for long, about 2 hours or so

And when he wakes up he just looks down at you and can’t even begin to wonder what he did to deserve someone so perfect

too bad this was one of the last times you’d ever see him alive 💀

[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…"

[moonxnite]

I smile like an idiot when I see my man, who’s not my man, on my television screen.

[richeeduvie]

if princesa woke up early to make a surprise breakfast for lalo, but found nacho shirtless in the kitchen… 🤪 and then she asks if he can help her with breakfast, he says yes but stays shirtless because it's really hot in mexico. however, lalo wakes up and sees the scene in front of him and gets furious, like "what the hell, nacho?"

"Oh, Ignacio."

He's there, shirtless in the kitchen. It's awkward for him. For Nacho, because it's her seeing him.

For Princesa, it's a bit odd. It's more awkward for her because it's just someone in their nightwear, which is pants and just pants. But really, she shouldn't feel it so wrong. It's just Ignacio.

"Hi."

"...Hey, sorry."

"No, it's-it's fine. But I'm just going to try-I was going to see if I could make breakfast for Lalo." She turns to the counter. "I was lucky, for him to be asleep, you know."

"Yeah."

Princesa breathes. She doesn't want to bother him in the kitchen if he's doing something, but she can ask. Maybe he'll know how to cook something quietly.

"...Can you help me? If you don't want to-"

"No, I'm up anyway."

...What else is he gonna do?

"Okay, great! I was just thinking pancakes, maybe."

"That sounds good."

It's 5:00am and they're making pancakes. It's fairly easy and Nacho's looking at Princesa in the softness of the sun's red. It feels like death and it's just fucking pancakes.

He pours the batter in. Princesa puts blueberries in, she's very neat with it. Nacho's eyes look to how her fingers work.

"I've also got banana. It's unsanitary to eat while you're cooking...but it's banana."

"I like mango."

"That seems right."

"...What?"

Nacho and her make pancakes for Lalo. She really was lucky for the man to be asleep. He dreams of nothing. In the few times Lalo properly sleeps, he dreams of putting sharp things into skin. Deep, which he always finds funny. Either that or something of Princesa.

"When I was a kid, I'd always eat while I was making pancakes. It was the only thing I knew how to really make. Besides cereal."

Nacho doesn't watch the way the pancake becomes a...pancake as Princesa talks with the sun coming up on her face.

"We're making enough for you, if you didn't see that. And Ciro, but we'll have to wrap the plate up for him."

"Yeah," The pancakes look good and she's making them with something that looks like love. "I saw that."

Nacho only smiles slightly when Princesa smiles up at him. They don't notice the shadow coming down in the sun.

"What is this?"

Lalo woke up pissed, he felt it in his throat and hands. Princesa's not asleep next to him - or in the bathroom, she's just...gone. She couldn't have gone anywhere, but still, what's she doing up when he's not?

They turn to Lalo and Nacho feels his chest caught in a knife. Something like a knife.

"Nacho, what's uh...what's this? Princesa, when did you wake up? Why are you cooking pancakes with nipples?"

"Lalo, I was just-it was supposed to be a surprise."

"...What kind of surprise?"

...She can't be stupid. Princesa's not stupid - but she should know how seeing her like this would make him feel...

Nothing. He feels nothing. It's just Nacho. But it feels like a dream he once had, he might have it again tomorrow.

"Just breakfast."

Lalo looks to the stove.

"Ah! Pancakes! Princesa," Lalo smooches Princesa's cheek, hand on her other. "My sweet girl. They smell so good."

He slaps Nacho's back.

"Didn't get any sweat on my pancakes, did you?"

Nacho's face has nothing on it, maybe unblinking, dead eyes as Lalo takes Princesa away from the stove. He turns it off.

"Princesa, go sit down for the meal you made, hm?"

Princesa does with a smile as she disappears from Nacho's sight. Lalo turns to him, mouth parted with the smile he had for her, but there's something different in his eyes. Something a bit knowing.

"It's not that hot, Ignacio."

Lalo's not wearing a shirt himself.

[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. 

[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…

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