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mandowifey · 9 months

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Do you have any funny head canons for Lalo? Not even funny per se but just weird shit he might do?

Nora I'm gonna smooch you.

Lalo 'Eduardo' Salamanca - Funny Headcannons

Warnings: General NSFW talk, Lalo needs his own warning tbh. Dark humor! Morbid humor! a lot of implied psychological manipulation. Cartel boy does Cartel shit. You know how it goes.

Lalo has a lot of strange and somewhat funny quirks.

First and foremost, the fact that he refuses to sleep longer than an hour or two at a time is wild. You need your sleep, which he does understand, but he also can't sit still so you often wake up in an empty bed.

He'd have your sleep schedule memorized, though. Knows about when you get tired, when you wake up, the times you stir to go to the bathroom, etc. Of course, he doesn't tell you that, but you find it uncanny that he can anticipate when you need to lay down or when to have breakfast ready in the morning.

Another weird thing Lalo does is zoning out. Sometimes, you can talk to him, and he's empty eyed, staring at the window, motionless. It's uncanny to you because you have no idea what's going on inside his head. But then he'd blink, and the light would return to him and he'd smile at you and encourage you to continue talking.

The guy has a thing about pushing peoples buttons.

He just... he craves being a menace - mostly because no one can really do anything to stop him. Lalo often smiles or grins when someone is getting worked up/flustered when he's prodding at their nerves.

Unfortunately, that means you catch the receiving end of it too.

Lalo can't help it! He loves watching you get riled up and red-faced. He thinks you shouting is adorable, and the hard, angry fucking afterwards is sublime. Lalo sports your claw marks like trophies, calls you his little wild cat.

Another thing he does that's weird is mirroring. Lalo is good at adapting and charming folks, sometimes he mirrors you to get what he wants.

Not in the mood for sex? Well, that's okay! How about we lay in bed and laugh? What's this? His hand is between your legs while he cracks jokes in your ear. Weird, guess you changed your mind.

Not a weird HC but he's intentionally withdrawn.

He keeps a lot of stuff to himself, making it difficult to discern if he's really upset or not.

Another weird thing is he likes to watch you shower.

He'd sit on the sink or lean against it, while pulling the door open to watch you quietly. Sometimes it seems like he's admiring you and others he looks almost angry.

You know he see's you as a weakness.

He's protective, always thinking 10 steps ahead.

You are his, after all.

Lalo is a gift giver. He likes to buy you stuff you mention off handedly. It's eerie sometimes because he gets you things you didn't realize you even wanted.

Like he's bringing home a dress you glanced at while shopping with him, and now there it is, in your hands. Meanwhile, he's smiling ear to ear and kissing your head, asking if you like it and watching your reaction.

Lalo is weird in the sense he's not extremely physical. The guy is similar to a cat. He'll pat your back, ruffle your hair or tap your chin, but he doesn't do many hugs or kisses. Even when you two are alone.

Though he would definitely not mind you laying against him, asleep, while he watched the fire pit and let his thoughts wander.

However, when the mood strikes him?

Lord he's on you.

Mouth on yours, devouring you, kissing and biting. Can't keep his hands off of you, groping and squeezing and just all over you.

Lalo isn't super weird, but he has those little mannerisms you find charming!

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seraphtrevs · 1 month

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Do you think it could be possible that the Salamancas were outcasts even among the cartel because of the "family is everything" mentality that Hector drilled into them? And on top of that, the twins are Like That and Tuco is Tuco, as well as Hector being dumb as a box of rocks like you said, so it would only Lalo who can blend in as the most "normal" (I feel like he's the defacto spokesperson of the Salamancas which is why he stays in Mexico until Hector's hospitalized) I'm also wondering if you think the Salamancas know and accept that they're pariahs or are they unaware and think everything they do is justified? Like Lalo, the twins seem to kill as a safety measure rather than out of fun (e.g. the man who thought their shoes looked cool) which tracks with Lalo taking Howard out just because he was there

I don't really think so, because the Salamancas are founding members of the cartel. The cartel has a lot of underlings, but at the top, there's only Eladio (the boss), Bolsa (the business guy), and the Salamancas (the muscle). Hector says that the cartel was founded on "Salamanca blood" (because an unknown number of Salamancas have died for the cartel) and interestingly, Salamanca money - I just rewatched the scene in 3 x 10 when Hector has his stroke, and Hector tells Bolsa that Salamanca money bought Eladio's hacienda.

(It kind of makes you wonder what Eladio brought to the table, if all the work and the initial monetary investment came from the Salamancas. Why is Eladio the boss, and not Hector? Maybe Eladio is the brains, or had the right connections to get them off the ground.)

Anyway, this is why no matter how much of an asshole Hector is, Bolsa always speaks very diplomatically to him and reiterates how valued Hector and his family are. I do, however, think it's possible that while Hector was in prison, Eladio ratfucked the other Salamancas somehow, which is why Hector's brothers are dead, not because he considered them pariahs but because Eladio's share of the profit would increase with fewer people to have to pay out.

And this is why Hector is so freaked out by Gus moving up in the ranks. Even if Hector and Gus didn't have a history, a new guy gaining that much importance in the cartel has a very good chance of pushing him and his family out. Gus is making them irrelevant. And once they're irrelevant, then they might become pariahs, and then it's all over for them. It isn't just a matter of Hector's pride on the line - it's their lives.

I agree that the twins are more pragmatic killers than just killing people for the hell of it, but I think Lalo's murder of Howard was also strategic, not just because he didn't want witnesses. Killing Howard was a very fast way to get the message across to Jimmy and Kim that there wasn't going to be any negotiating this time around.

#keeping up with the salamancas #hector salamanca #lalo salamanca #better call saul #asks

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richeeduvie · 15 days

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…..okay now lalo pre-ejaculation drabbles please 🙏🏼 i love rome, but us lalo girlies are s t r a v i n g

Early in The Morning

Lalo Salamanca x Reader NSFW BLURB

The bed creaks under you as the sun comes up. Warm colors break through the curtains - on the way Lalo presses the head of his cock against your pussy.

You roll your head as you bend back your knees to the sides of your stomach. You hold them there as Lalo's hip slot into place against yours. Over and over and over again as he pushes his cock inside you. Over and over and over.

Lalo presses a hand against yours, both curling just below your knee. It's warmth fizzing in your stomach and your clit as he takes his other hand to rub there. Sparks of fire in the dark, because it's like you're gone in how good you feel.

"Perfect little pussy, Princesa. Perfect-”

His chest flexes with this breath that looks…hurried. Like the first time, but you never remember the first time Lalo took you so well, you just relive it every time he fucks you. Stuffs you. You moan out. You want his hands inside you - or holding yours, or maybe in your mouth.

You want him everywhere and all over. It’s only been fifteen seconds or so of how Lalo’s stuffing you and this should be some sort of forever. Everywhere. You smile in a hot breath.

You watch the way he fucks his cock inside you and the way his ribs expand with his breathing. Lalo stretches you wide, as he does every time - but it always feels new. Like the first time. He looks so beautiful every time.

And now, it’s different. There’s this struggle you can’t describe, a guilt you have because you’re noticing it. But he’s rocking himself into the cradle of your hips harder, wet slapping sounds sounding out and getting you heated on the cheeks, like the muscles of your face are pushing on your skin as the warmth deepens inside you - coiling.

You’re full of him as your walls clench at how he drags the shaft of his cock almost all the way out of your pussy.

“Fuck.”

And he drags the shaft of his cock almost all the way out of your pussy, only to thrust to the hilt in one, hard thrust. Your pussy is full and leaking and you whimper watching.

Lalo curses again.

“Lalo,”

Lalo grunts. His pelvis keeps grinding against your swollen clit as he holds himself on another one thrust. Your wetness smears onto his skin and trimmed hair. Your brows come down, trying to hold the way you’re being fucked on the bed.

“Don’t do that.”

“...Lalo?”

“Just keep crying out, Prin-Fuck.”

Your walls clench around him when he begins knocking his body against yours in a fast, wet rhythm.

Lalo makes a lower noise, something like a grunt - it trails along your spine and makes you shiver.

“Don’t do that. Chingado, don’t-”

He makes himself come into you softer, but you watch as Lalo’s head is thrown back, something like curses and frustration in Spanish, you think. It’s only a soft fucking for a moment before you clench around his cock again.

You feel him throb inside you once, then twice - then something grunt-like punches out of Lalo’s throat. You hold his hand.

You’ve lost the way you’re gone, the way you usually are when you’re under or over Lalo and he’s inside you, how you get so lost in how good it feels, how you want him inside you all the time. You’re just watching how he…cums.

His head comes back, bending low as the dark of his hair clings with sweat to his forehead. Lalo breathes hard, his hips hitting the backs of your thighs and ass.

You swallow and watch as his cum fills your pussy, and you think his low-lidded eyes are trying to stare into yours. But Lalo’s pumping you full of cum, hot.

…He’s cummed. Early. Oh.

This hasn’t happened in a long while. At least you don’t think so. Lalo’s always able to get himself ready and on you again so quickly that it usually doesn’t matter. But that was…that was really quick.

Which is okay. That’s okay, that doesn’t mean anything except that he enjoyed you. It’s stupid the way your heart drops.

You swallow, trying to come off of Lalo’s leaking cock. But it’s just his hands holding your thighs so tightly to press yourself back to him, body to body.

“What did I say?”

“What?”

Lalo’s looking down on you. He scratches his mustache.

He scoffs looking fully down to where he’s finished.

“I said, don’t do that.”

…You don’t know what you did, but Lalo looks angry about it - because it would be your fault? But you don’t know what you’ve done differently than all the other times you’ve made love to him.

“Look what you di-”

You blink fast at Lalo breaking his words by breath. He’s trying to catch himself, you think - and it’s beautiful in the light, but you don’t get it. What you did. You’re still buzzing and you’re confused. You want more. But Lalo’s not moving or using you to get ready and heavy again.

How are you gonna get more?

“Why are you pouting?”

You did feel the worry come onto your lips and brows.

“Lalo-I’m sorry, I just-”

You take his hand from your thigh to kiss. You can do that because it’s the only thing you know how to do in this position, and you’re selfish. You want his hands against your lips.

You’re pulling him towards you in the kiss.

“It just-it happens, sometim-ow! Lalo!”

He’s pinched your nipple hard with his other hand.

“It happens? Is that what you’re telling me?”

Lalo’s mouth is parted, slightly bared and it’s like disbelief in the way he stares at you.

You look away, hand still pressed to your mouth because you need it here. In the confusion and fading pleasure. Lalo goes silent.

Then you hear a breath, something long.

“Princesa, you did that on purpose, huh?”

You turn your head back to see Lalo’s face lighter in the mouth. He comes down onto you and you almost sigh out of pure…bliss. It feels like a childish word in something so simple, but you’ll take all of his body like this if you can’t take it any other way.

Lalo kisses your cheek before tucking his warm face into the crook of your neck, hand coming onto your breast to make you respire with his finger circling your nipple.

“It’s okay, you just wanted to see. You got me. You happy?”

“I-”

Lalo drags his nose over your collarbone, tongue flicking over your skin when he licks his lips.

“My little whore. It’s okay - you just play too much. Making me a damn mess.”

You swallow.

“...I’m sorry.”

You card a hand through his hair, swallowing down any pleading whine to get him fucking you again.

“I know, Princesa.”

You think it’s easier for him to pretend it was something you wanted. So, you just…wrap your legs around his waist. You’ll keep it that way, if it’s easier for the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen. If he keeps himself on you like this for the forever he couldn’t make.

You feel Lalo’s smile on your cheek.

#inbox #hc's #drabble #madman!au #lalo salamanca x reader #better call saul fanfic #lalo salamanca imagine

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purplelupins · 1 year

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What Kind of Man

|Better Call Saul|

Lalo Salamanca x fem!reader

Summery: Reader waits for Lalo to come home and takes the feeling between her thighs into her own hands…and gets a surprise.

Warnings: daddy kink(word papi used, but not daddy) sort of pet play, ownership of a person, use of a person as payment for a debt, fingering, obedient reader, older man/ younger woman, obsessive Lalo, possessive Lalo, unhealthy relationship dynamics

Notes: Look I was messy as hell and talking to my friend and she gave me a prompt to get my horny out and this happened. Enjoy!

MINORS DO NOT ENGAGE THIS IS A NSFW STORY HOLY HELL GO AWAY

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There was a stillness to the air that made your skin feel akin to static charged velvet. You mind spun and dragged simultaneously leaving your chest feeling uncomfortable and tight. You watched the clock on the wall as it ticked to 4:17 pm; it had been nine hours since you had seen that enigmatic menace of a man who kept you as his.

There was a certain kind of fear he inflicted in those around him- a predisposition of sorts that he had. You had always supposed part of it came from his last name, but you knew that was barely it at all. No, Lalo Salamanca didnt need his last name to drive horror and anxiety into the hearts of even those close to him. All he needed was his unmatched charm to mask his lack of remorse and a gun to sit comfortably in his rough hands.

And while you too used to feel that uncomfortable edge in his presence, you loved those hands of his- blood on them or not…figuratively or not.

The clock ticked again.

You sighed. He was usually home by then…he’d have you wrapped in his arms, sat at his desk on his lap or beside him in his car with his hand on your thigh.

But not today. You didn’t like to think about how quickly that man had shouldered his way into your heart and mind; it made you feel weak. But if having Lalo as the man to care for you meant you were weak…so be it.

It wasn’t as if he didn’t give you what you wanted. He did, mostly. All he asked for in return was your simple obedience. To Lalo, however, obedience did not just mean “do as I say”…it was a lifestyle. It was about loyalty.

Should you ever get taken, you were to be killed rather than betray Lalo Salamanca.

Should anyone ever attempt to lay a hand on you, violent or sexual, you are to remain loyal to Lalo Salamanca.

Should your life be in danger with Lalo by your side, you are to listen to only the words of Lalo Salamanca.

You were his, and he took his role very seriously. Lalo didn’t take your relationship lightly. He might have laughed about you being practically a pet when someone made a comment, but that night said person wound up dead. You were a contract, and he intended to maintain his end.

If you did this, he let you feel as if he held the world in his palm for you. His little princessa.

The thought alone had you clench your thighs as you wandered back through the house to your room.

The soft mattress dipped under you as you laid down.

You missed him. You always missed him.

“Lalo…lalo…laalo.” You murmured his name to yourself, trying out difference sounds as a distraction.

It wasn’t your fault you belonged to a man like him, but you did belong to him, and keeping yourself entertained was a part of it.

You missed his brown eyes that glittered even in the darkest rooms. You missed his scent that would engulf you; his arms that held you or braced him above you as he slipped inside you…

Your cheeks began to burn as you thought of the man. It wasn’t as if he kept you under lock and key…you had plenty of space to roam within the compound, but you missed his company that would bring the place to life. You swore even the birds chirped louder when he was there- they were his too. Everything was his.

You placed your hands on your stomach, and played with the fabric of your sun dress. It was a pretty little yellow one Lalo had brought you one night after being away longer than usual. You thought about what he had done to you after you had opened the box…you had had to wash the entire bed spread that night.

As your mind wandered you felt a familiar warmth begin to burn in your lower tummy, right under your belly button. You could feel your clit begin to pulse as if on instinct as you thought of the man who owned you. Your hand began to wander down your stomach to your hips where you drew up your dress around your waist; your finger trancing the top of your sweet little white panties that were now almost transparent with how much you were soaking them.

The image of Lalo leaning over you entered your mind, and you bit the inside of your cheek as you slipped your hand under the waistband. You gasped as you traced around your clit- already so sensitive. It was a mindless movement to slip your hand further down to your slit, which was now a soaked mess. You mewled in the quiet room, your hips bucking up into your hand as your other one squeezed your breast and smoothed down your stomach. Every touch sending your skin alight, your muscles twitching.

You eased your finger inside your cunt, and whined sadly at how poorly it filled you. Trying to add a second one did almost nothing to satisfy-

“Look at what we have here…”

You bolted up and withdrew your hands from yourself like you were a child caught with her hand in the cookie jar.

Lalo was already fully seated in a chair across the room, his eyes bright and playful. You noted a few splashes of blood that were now turning brown on his yellow shirt. No wonder he was in a good mood.

You hoped he noticed you had chosen to match him after he left that morning. The colour of sunshine.

“Don’t stop for me, pretend-“ he got up, dragging the chair with him and spun it, “-like I’m not even here, niña.” He straddled the seat and rested his arms on the back that now sat against his chest, leaning forward to gaze at you intently.

Your cheeks were flushed, and your body ached to jump into his arms to soak in his warmth; the worst part was he knew it. He knew you wanted to get yourself drunk on his scent. He knew you wanted him to make you cum, wanted him to murmur filth into your ears. But you had touched yourself without him, and he wasn’t about to let you off the hook instantly.

“Off you go.” He nodded his head, eyes alight and smile dangerous.

You nodded and sat up on the pillows, the setting sun had turned the room orange, and you suddenly felt so much warmer; perhaps his honeyed gaze had something to do with it.

Who were you kidding? Of course those eyes had something to do with it.

They had everything to do with it.

Those fucking eyes were why you were where you were in the first place. After he had hooked you with those eyes months ago, all he had had to do was flash you that smile of his and you had been done for, whether you liked it or not. It wasn’t as if you had a choice, but his charm had defibeky made the transition much easier.

If it hadn’t been for your father owing Lalo money, you wouldn’t be there. If Lalo hadn’t brought up what a pretty little thing you were; if your father hadn’t jumped at the chance to settle the debt with you in place of the cash…you would have still been in your own home. Hell you might not have been alive if you father put off paying Lalo back another week.

Your gaze met his as you slipped your hand back under your soaked panties and he tutted you.

“Ah, ah…show me.” He said, pointing to the fabric covering you. The older man’s scolding tone made your head dizzy with the need to please him.

You obediently moved them to the side so he could see you fuck your fingers back inside yourself. The feeling just wasn’t the same without him…but having any touch there was better than none. Your breathing began to get heavier, and a shiver ran up your spine when you noticed his did too.

Your fingers spread you open as you fought to pleasure yourself; you barely reached your gspot, making you buck up into your palm to gain some friction on your clit. The little touch had you gasping after teasing yourself so much, but it wasn’t enough. Evidently your creased brows and pout were enough for Lalo to know exactly what torture you were experiencing.

“Nothing like papi’s cock, is it?” He rumbled, pupils blow wide. Lalo liked seeing you whimpering for his touch; not that be needed the validation, it was simply amusing to him.

You shook your head, but didn’t dare stop. Lalo smirked, and slowly stood, walking around to where you laid and sat beside you. His stare had you entranced as he took your wrist and pulled your fingers from your cunt, and brought them to his mouth. Your lips parted as he sucked your slick off, his warm tongue gently lapping.

“How about I show you how to do it, pequeña? You’d like that, hm?” He murmured casually, as if his large, calloused hand wasn’t already pushing your thighs apart even more.

You nodded. “Y-yes please, Pa-Papi. Please.” The voice that came from you was barely a squeak.

He grinned, and held the index and middle fingers of his left hand up to your mouth, “Get them nice and wet for me.”

It was almost embarrassing how quickly you welcomed them into your mouth, lapping at them like you would a lollipop or other candy. Lalo took his hand from your lips and leaned over you as he dipped his hand under your panties; the heat from his large hand made you twitch into his palm, and he chuckled at your neediness.

“Look at you…all ready for me.” His voice had gained an edge to it as he stroked through your soaked folds.

“How’s that, niña?” He purred, breathing in your air as he began to weigh down on you, enjoying how you bucked your hips while he swirled his finger around your already swollen clit.

You tried your best to get a sound out but the most you could get out was a whine and a very breathy “G-good…”. Lalo grinned wider, and leaned down to lick into your mouth as he continued to play with your aching cunt like a little toy. The older man could feel you begin to quiver and shake. He inscreased the pressure his finger had on you and steadily mapped out your entire cunt like his thick cock wasn’t straining painfully in his jeans. Leisurely. Slowly.

An intense pressure began to build inside you where the heat used to be, and you began pawing at his shoulders. Lalo sunk down onto you, his chest against yours as he continued to tongue-fuck your mouth. “Such a good girl…feels good, huh?” He rasped, his accent coming thicker and thicker as he began to lose his composure.

You nodded and whined helplessly while that scolding hot coil inside you tightened like a vice. Strangling your insides.

“Cum for me…make papi proud, niña.” The older man eased his index finger inside you, and stroked your gspot effortlessly as he filled you, and before you could nod frantically, you were seeing stars. Your moan was swallowed into his throat as you clenched around him impossibly tight, rabbiting your hips up to fuck your self on his thick finger. “That’s it…there you go…atta girl.” He murmured pressing his hard cock against your thigh absentmindedly.

You cried out as he continued to stroke you through your orgasm, your cum drenching his hand. Then, as your whines settled, he stopped his movements, and pulled away from you. You didn’t even hear him start to unbuckle his belt. “Now why don’t you keep those legs open so papi can feel good too, hm?” He rumbled against you.

All you could do was nod.

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genocidehim · 11 months

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Can you make a part 2 for nacho falling in love with Lalo’s wife!!!

PS: I loved the first one 💙💙

TROPHY WIFE

part. 1 here

notes: Keep in mind that this part is directly related to bcs and the episode of Something Unforgivable, the facts will try to be as canon as possible, but I will change a lot of things. words: 2143

"Hay un portón en la parte de atrás del lugar de Salamanca. A las tres de la mañana esta noche quítale el candado. Ábrelo, lárgate de ahí"

Nacho spent the whole day pondering the instructions given in that unknown call. He knew they were direct orders from Fring, and he sensed that he would do something when Lalo was more vulnerable, and his house was the perfect place. Nacho seemed to agree with that plan and even looked forward to the night, but there was a major inconvenience: You were in the house along with a bunch of other innocent people.

No matter what Nacho said or asked, he knew he wouldn't have a chance to get you out of that situation because, unfortunately, you were also a Salamanca and a potential victim of Fring's plans.

Even though you and Nacho had only had some silly flirting and slightly heated words, neither of you believed the other was interested, so there was only a sort of odd friendship between you. But you had already wormed your way into Nacho's heart, and he was enchanted by you.

He was restless throughout the day as he thought and thought about that situation. He couldn't find a fair solution that would only involve Lalo's death and not yours. He trembled with fear at the mere thought of you getting hurt because of Fring's plans, and the fear of you dying was much stronger than Nacho's desire to see Lalo dead.

Nacho needed to find a quick solution, and as the sky grew darker, he felt panic and dread flood his body.

"What ghost did you see? You're all shaky." you said as you approached Nacho and gave him a big smile.

Nacho had been lost in his own world since morning and hadn't noticed that you had just returned from the horse stable. You were slightly sweaty from taking care of the horses all morning.

"I think I'm just a little hot. It's quite sunny today" Nacho managed to look good, but he had that worried face as always.

"In Albuquerque it's not sunny or what? Man... you're a softie, you need to get some good sun in Mexico".

Nacho felt his heart beat faster as he saw how your relationship had become so strong and trusting. He adored how you treated him so naturally and enjoyed your sincere words. He couldn't imagine not hearing from you again; he didn't want to.

"I'll have time to get used to it."

Before you could respond with a tease, Lalo's voice in the distance caught both of your attention. "¡Ignacio, ven y ayúdame a reparar una cosa por acá!"

"I'm sorry, Lalo needs me..."

"It's okay, go," you smiled in response, but before he left, you took his arm and held him back for a second. "Lalo will have dinner at the house tonight... You should come down and eat with us. I'd like to have you at dinner."

The way you looked at him made Nacho's heart melt, and guilt struck harder in his chest.

"I will. Save a seat for me next to you."

Nacho bid you goodbye for the moment and went to help Lalo with cleaning the engine of his Montecarlo while trying to keep his mind clear and come up with an effective solution for what would happen that night.

It was already quite late, almost two-thirty in the morning, when Nacho remained awake and on the verge of a nervous breakdown. He was desperate and paced back and forth in the kitchen, debating whether he should continue with the plan or sabotage everything. But it was impossible for him to think clearly when he knew that if he didn't act quickly, he would die that night too.

Nacho decided to stick to the plan and open the gate of the house. He managed to cut a tin can and took small pieces to pick the lock. After checking the time on the kitchen clock, Nacho headed to the backyard, and before he could react, he found himself face to face with Lalo in front of the bonfire, drinking a beer. Ignacio sweated and hid the pieces of tin in his pockets when he saw Lalo invite him to sit beside him.

"Take a seat."

Nacho sat on the wooden chair next to the bonfire, feeling his heart pound forcefully in his chest. Lalo grabbed a beer and offered it to him, looking somewhat calmer than usual.

"Are you still hungry?" Lalo spoke with a playful tone in his voice.

"No, it was a good dinner" Ignacio replied as he took a sip of the beer and tried to loosen the knot in his throat.

Lalo laughed in response and kept watching Nacho with some joy in his eyes. He was really starting to like him.

"She really knows how to keep a man at the table, huh?" Lalo mentioned you, and something inside Nacho made him feel awful knowing that you were asleep upstairs. "I never understood why she enjoys having dinner together so much, but if it makes her happy, well…"

Nacho couldn't understand how Lalo was incapable of understanding you. Was his ego so big that it prevented him from seeing beyond his own desires? It was obvious that you enjoyed having dinner with everyone for the feeling of being in someone's company.

"She must be a family-oriented woman…"

"She was like that when I first met her, but I think she no longer sees her family... They hate her for marrying a narco. Ugh, son puras pendejadas de la plebe" Lalo revealed as he scratched his mustache with his finger, apparently feeling confident enough to talk to Nacho about you.

Lalo wasn't even aware that you had no contact with your family because of him, and he had no interest in acknowledging that simple fact. He probably imagined that you were fine with the whole situation.

"She's somewhat lonely" Lalo continued. "I'm not complaining. She's quite intelligent and a good wife. I couldn't ask for a better woman than her, but she's somewhat... complicated, you know?"

Nacho tried to hide his expression of disgust and shook his head.

"You know, she demands a lot of attention... Sometimes she seems like a child" Lalo shrugged and took a sip of his beer. "She should have friends and go out or something, but she's at home all day waiting for me to return."

"I imagine it must be difficult for her to have friends while being your wife... right?"

Lalo observed Nacho for a moment and paused to silently contemplate what he had said.

"It could be... Maybe she's just as distrustful as I am and finds it hard to trust other people" Lalo smiled as he reached the conclusion that you were as reserved as he was. It only made him feel more secure to have you by his side. "But it seems like she really likes you."

Those words made Nacho's skin crawl. Was Lalo aware of the strange friendship you two had?

"I'm glad she gets along with you. Maybe someday you can introduce her to those pretty girlfriends you have, and she can make some real friends."

Lalo laughed at his own comment, and Nacho tried to play along while realizing that Lalo didn't suspect or feel threatened by his presence with you. Lalo's ego was probably so big that he couldn't feel jealous of Nacho. Or perhaps he trusted you too much and your loyalty to him.

Suddenly, Lalo fell silent and sat up straight in his chair, appearing attentive and alert. Nacho swallowed hard and quickly glanced at his phone to check the time: 3:37. He had missed the deadline to open the gate.

"Did you hear that noise?"

Nacho remained silent and looked towards the gate he was supposed to open thirty minutes ago. Lalo noticed that Nacho also sensed something was wrong and decided to focus all his attention on that spot.

Nacho felt out of himself. He had lost the opportunity to escape; he should have left before Lalo had kept him entertained. But he couldn't blame him. When the memory of the dinner with you invaded his mind, he became lost and forgot about everything else.

"Someone is stepping on the leaves outside…" Nacho whispered, pretending surprise.

"Chingad-… Go call Miguel and tell him to get the boys ready."

Nacho nodded and stood up from the chair. But before he could take another step, Lalo mentioned you, "Go to her and make sure nothing happens to her. Grab the revolver on the nightstand next to my bed and protect her."

The orders were clear, and Nacho felt a great relief knowing that he could ensure nothing happened to you. He quickly ran towards the house and informed Lalo's guards to be on alert for his instructions. Nacho began to climb the stairs of the house towards the master bedroom…

Ignacio hesitated, his hand on the doorknob, unsure if he should enter or not. He didn't know how you would react to being approached by him in the middle of the night. But when gunshots started ringing outside the house, he hurriedly pushed the door open and closed it behind him. He went straight to the nightstand next to your bed and searched for Lalo's revolver.

"Ignacio…?" Your sleepy voice snapped him out of his trance and made him look directly at you.

Nacho almost let out a sigh as he saw you in soft, almost transparent pajamas. Although he wished he could admire you in detail, he quickly reloaded the revolver.

"You have to stand up…. They are attacking the hacienda".

Your look of terror became more pronounced as you heard the sound of bullets and the noise of the garden's metal gates opening.

"Where's Eduardo?!"

"He's downstairs. He asked me to keep you here..." Nacho approached the bed and helped you get up. "I need you to stay behind me at all times... Is there a bathroom here?"

You nodded, trembling, and pointed shakily to the bathroom next to the bed.

"Good. Listen... Go into the bathroom and stay there while I guard the entrance, alright?"

"W-What?! I don't want to be alone, please... Come with me."

Fear flooded your body with each noise from outside. The sound of gunfire and Lalo's men shouting made your body tremble with fear. Nacho noticed this and felt his heart constrict. It was the first time he had seen you in such a vulnerable state, and a sense of protectiveness grew within him.

"Alright... Let's go to the bathroom, but listen to me: if they manage to enter, I will have to go out, but you have to hide. I will try to buy you some time to escape and find a hiding place."

"But Ignaci-"

"Only if they manage to enter... Come, follow me."

Nacho offered you his hand, and you held it tightly as he guided you to the bathroom in the room. Once inside, he locked the door and stood in the middle of the room, still holding your hand tightly. With each sound of gunfire, the tension between both of you grew, and terror filled the dark bathroom. You couldn't see much, and the only sense of security you had was the warmth provided by his strong hand.

"Nacho…" your whispering voice called to him, and he turned to see your frightened face in the darkness, trying to make out your features.

"Stay calm… Nothing is going to happen to you. I won't let anything happen to you."

"And Lalo?"

"Lalo will be fine… You are the priority now."

Those words struck deep within you. The way Nacho was trying to make you feel safe and prioritizing your well-being, it all made you feel… important.

You were his priority. He was looking out for your safety and making sure you felt good by his side. The sensation of his hand holding you tightly, how his entire demeanor was focused on keeping you protected… And even though the situation was terrifying, you felt an incredible sense of happiness.

As the sound of bullets intensified, you moved closer to Nacho and wrapped your arms around his torso, seeking some security in his touch. Nacho felt his heart skip a beat as you got so close, but he remained steadfast for you. He enveloped you with one arm while holding the revolver with his other hand.

When the noise and gunpowder ceased, a sense of calm seemed to settle over the hacienda, and all you could hear was the sound of your heart pounding in your chest.

Both of you heard a knock on the bathroom door, and Lalo's voice seeped through. Ignacio quickly opened the door, revealing a tired Lalo with dirt on his clothes, completely sweaty.

Nacho let go of you, and he watched as you ran towards your husband, embracing him tightly while Lalo reciprocated and reassured you.

He felt empty, but he couldn't say anything about it.

#better call saul x reader #breaking bad x reader #bcs x reader #nacho varga #nacho varga x reader #nacho varga fluff #nacho bcs #ignacio varga #one short #request #lalo salamanca

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goatcheese-anon · 7 months

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Urgent thing I need to share before my ADHD brain forgets:

Harry Potter Post-war Breaking Bad AU:

Snape survived, but since Voldemort is dead, the Dark Marks are slowly killing all the remaining Death Eaters, something Voldy did as a failsafe. And like, let's take into consideration that Harry is quite literally a War Veteran and has some tremendous PTSD, and he probably doesn't know how to cope, and now starts taking Muggle drugs.

So now we have the slowly-dying-'chemistry' -Professor and the horrible-at-'chemistry' -ex-student-now-junky.

The motive for Snape to start making that stuff is still a bit wonky, but it would probably be to leave something for Hogwarts.. Or for his godson Draco.. Yk,,

Anyhow, let's assume he has a motive to do this for now. Maybe he wanted to visit Harry for old times sake, since yk their history and all, and he ends up discovering that Harry became an addict to a Muggle drug.

You know the drill. Lots of discouragement and fighting, until Snape, who is admittedly a bit impressed that Harry was able to make that stuff in the first place, gives in and makes a magical equivalent. Now, that's where the whole fun begins.

I didn't even think about it until now, but it would 100% result in Severitus.

I'm just imagining the two of them sitting in an old Muggle Camper-van, Snape with a cauldron instead of Muggle chemistry equipment, complaining about the size of the thing when it could be magically enhanced, Harry, who keeps telling him that it's more convenient that way in case someone's after them so they'll reach the steering wheel faster.. And the best part is the magical elements in this story. Police AND Aurors would be after them, Kingpins like Tuco Salamanca or Gus Fring could also be Wizards (Gus as a Wizard would GENUINELY be terrifying.), and the whole thing overall would be so much more exciting.

The Weasleys would 100% help Harry sell the stuff.

Anyhow, this concludes this madness for now.

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slamminslamminmcgill · 3 months

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hi i went to an orgy tonight and shoutout to the transmasc who did this shit to me you’re so nacho-coded

maybe teaser for chapter 4 of perrito who knows (it does exist i swear)

warning: petplay, bdsm, dubcon, free use, rimming mention, nacho varga is trans this is true vince gilligan told me

anatomical terms (for nacho lel): pussy, t-cock

Ignacio Varga.

Or just “Nacho”, according to the rest of the Salamancas, and “Nachito” to no one else but Lalo. He was the one person here that you knew nothing about. Hector and the twins had been discussed in passing; Tuco was in prison with you; and you were so familiar with Lalo that you knew what his butthole tasted like. Nacho? Nothing. Nothing beyond Lalo’s testimonial of “He’s cool. You’ll like him.” You wanted to take his word for it, but “cool” seemed like a bit of an understatement. He was a fucking Ice Queen. Hadn’t said a single goddamn word to you since he got here.

And yet Lalo gave him a leash.

That must have said something about his character. After all, Lalo wouldn’t dream of putting his precious little fuckpuppy in harm’s way without a safeword. Shit, he must be more trustworthy than Tuco, since he’s allowed to be alone with you. Or at the very least, he’s not a reckless cokehead.

You didn’t think he was going to take you up on your services. You figured he was going to spend his week at the hacienda rolling his eyes and keeping to himself. But eventually he surprised you.

He must’ve been watching you, hiding in the shadows and waiting until you were by yourself in the bathroom. As you turned around to lock the door, a note slipped under it.

3 AM

Kitchen.

Be there alone.

-Nacho

Okay, sure, he likes his privacy. You figured that out already. Just to be safe, you showed the note to Lalo, who seemed positively giddy at the thought.

“Ooh, nice! ¡Muy caliente, jaja! (Very hot, haha!) You crazy kids have fun, alright? Let me know how it goes.”

Alright. Have fun. That was probably doable, unless Nacho’s dick game was abysmal. You were facing a best case fun, worst case boredom scenario. No big deal. You could handle that.

The clock struck 3 and you made your way downstairs, your collar jingling with each step. When you arrived, Nacho was already leaning against the fridge, the chain-link threaded between his fingers. “Hey,” was the first time you heard his voice.

“Hey…” you croaked back.

“You gonna be okay if I put this on you?” He asked, tightening the leash in his fists.

“Yeah, uh, go for it.” You leaned forward and stuck your neck out, giving him a clear shot of where to clip the leash.

Nacho clicked it to you, and with that he had your entire being under his control, at his mercy and his alone. He took a moment of silence to soak it in, to savor and honor this feeling of domination.

And then he dragged you down the hallway to the bathroom.

Nacho pushed you in and followed closely behind, locking the door behind himself. “Sit,” he commanded of you.

You instantly dropped to your knees like a good boy. Such a good boy. Who’s a good boy? You’re a good boy. Good doggy.

“Good boy,” Nacho reiterated, slipping his hand through the loop at the end of the leash. He went to undo his belt, then his jeans. He tugged those down, and then his underwear…

Holy shit…

How did you not see that coming?

The mere sight of it stunned you like a flashbang.

It just so happened that Ignacio Varga, Nacho, “Nachito”, had a pussy.

And the biggest t-cock you’d ever seen.

And you barely had a chance to gasp before your face was being smushed into it.

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