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Post wedding photography
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More lacho wedding doodles I forgot to post 🤷please enjoy
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theribbajack · 4 months
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What if instead of cartels it was two really aggressive rival futbol teams?
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silvayme · 11 months
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retaliation
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el-michoacano · 1 year
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Watch the full video on YouTube! 
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nachosjavelin · 1 month
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I keep dreaming of a spinoff all about the Salamanca family, because I need to see their vulnerable sides too and how they got to become exactly the people they were. Not that it's not obvious, the general idea, but I don't want general, I want specifics.
(I also don't want it to be a real thing because it really might be too much, the universe is perfectly fine with BB & BCS only, but still).
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genocidehim · 8 months
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Marco and Leonel both being obsessed with the same girl and them taking NSFW pictures of her when they’re stalking her
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notes: reader is female, creepy behavior, stalking. words: 542
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The behavior of both brothers around you was strange, not to mention creepy.
Luckily (or unluckily) you ran into them in a small encounter that didn't involve too much of you for them to fall obsessed at your feet, and it was strange, both Marco and Leonel didn't have that obsessive personality, or at least not in the emotional realm so even for the two of them it was impressive how quickly you got under the skin of both of them.
Deep down, neither of them wanted to get close to you because you were almost immaculate to the pair of brothers, like a little platonic love, which they could only long for from afar since, if they got involved with you, they believed you would lose that innocence and purity they saw in you. However, that didn't mean they didn't desire you carnally.
The harassment was so well planned by both of them that you never realized how they would stalk your house at night just to watch you and check that you were a good girl. Many of those times they simply stayed in a distant place and watched you with binoculars so they could take note of your routine and how you were in the privacy of your home, even other times just to give free rein to their imagination when they watched you walking with so few clothes on in the privacy of your room.
Surprisingly, it was Marco who started taking pictures to keep a physical memory of you, even though he was the one who seemed least comfortable with the idea of stalking you. Marco was separated for a few hours from his brother and took it upon himself to take some pictures of you with a disposable camera, somewhat innocent pictures for the disturbing context of his stalking. When he went with Leonel to show the product of his hunt, some photos were revealed that only left them wanting more; in most of them it was you eating, doing something that they could explain as yoga by the suggestive postures that Marco captured, even some pictures of you just sitting on the couch watching something, but the last photo was the one that caught the most attention.
The look of complicity that you both gave each other said more than a thousand words, sharing the same feeling of possession as you watched yourself captured in that photograph as you came out of the bathroom with a small towel wrapped around your body but revealing a large part of your legs. That's when everything that was once platonic faded away and started to become an almost unhealthy obsession, where both of you wanted to see beyond your simple daily routine.
Now they had no qualms about interrupting you at home while you slept, taking more pictures of you at your most relaxed and defenseless, enjoying the little glimpses of skin their pajamas revealed when they rode up your legs or the shirt revealed part of your abdomen. Even when you weren't alert while we changed you in the evenings after work, they took the opportunity to take pictures of you and your naked figure, almost hoping that your next move would reveal more than just skin…
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2nickymouse2 · 2 months
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reacreated drawing from like a year ago, thx again @themadknightuniverse for the idea <33333
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rwsucculent · 2 years
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Nachito is well secured 👍
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bioflavonoids7 · 1 year
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画了
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churchofgrini · 7 months
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Art re-post because my old blog got deleted!
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mannmurder · 1 year
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Cowboys 🤠🤠
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deviouslittlecreature · 11 months
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I've never seen them smile and it scares the fuck outta me
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theribbajack · 4 months
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[bcs/brba futbol au] Nice save, Leonel
I headcanon Lalo is soft on all his baby cousins, but especially the twins.
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yeeeangspav · 2 years
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They
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el-michoacano · 1 year
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fill him with daylight: chapter 2
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Tagging @dolly-macabre, @lokisinsurrection, @seraphtrevs, @lady-writes-flanagan, @jugem13, @sword-day, @slainmanca and @cooked-out-euro-trash 🖤
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Nacho Varga was not a weak man. He'd had no choice but to make himself strong, he'd once told Lalo. It was the only way he could survive the beatings that had come in his teenage years after he'd been caught kissing another boy behind the schoolhouse. He could have hidden his tastes, but he had never been one to hide.
He was more careful now, though. He loved only behind closed doors, never where anyone could see.
And so when Lalo got him behind closed doors, he simply couldn't resist.
They'd been at it off and on all night, Lalo pressed tight against Nacho's back, trailing kisses down his spine while Nacho shivered apart beneath him, flushed and panting and whispering Lalo's name like a prayer.
Nacho Varga was not a weak man, and breaking down his walls like this was among Lalo's favorite things to do.
It was, unfortunately, not something they could do all night. Nacho had to work in the morning, and so did Lalo, and after a quick, chilly shower, Lalo was on his way out. The sun hadn't yet risen, and it was still terribly, terribly cold. Lalo was immensely lucky it had been dry lately and he had no need to scrape frost off the Ajax's windshield. The roads were still empty, and he arrived home in Manhattan before his neighborhood was even awake. It was a wealthy neighborhood, though, and only the staff was awake before nine a.m.
Lalo's place was an apartment in one of the island's newly-sprouted skyscrapers, not far from the Washington Bridge. He lived near the top floor, and he'd decorated with leather and dark wood furniture and tile he'd had shipped all the way from México. Through his enormous windows, he could pick out his favorite places on the other side of the Harlem River. His apartment was simpler than many of the others in the building, but he liked it that way. He wasn't there all that often, anyway. He spent most of his time bouncing between his tio's restaurant and Nacho's shop, spending only a few hours a week here.
He wasn't long today, either, grabbing an hour of sleep before he dressed and headed back to the restaurant. The sun was rising over the city now, and when Lalo stepped out of his car and into the restaurant, he found it bustling, though it wouldn't open to diners for another half-hour. Tio Hector was there, as were Tuco, the twins, Carlos, and Domingo, which was normal, but why was Arturo still there? His shift would have ended two hours ago.
Tio Hector, who stood behind the long counter at the back of the room, was saying, "We're overdue for a raid."
He wasn't wrong. Just last week, another restaurant-fronted speakeasy by the name of Los Pollos Hermanos had been raided, complete with deportations. It had gotten the Chileno out of the picture, which was nice, but it seemed like there was a crackdown in the works.
"There was someone watching from outside last night," Arturo said, and all eyes landed on him. He had his arms crossed over his chest, the brim of his hat pulled down low over his hooded eyes. He looked exhausted. "I chased him down, but I lost him in one of the alleys. He's been here a few nights this week."
"They scoping us out?" Carlos asked.
"It's probably just Schrader," Lalo kicked in, and Hector paused in his cleaning of the counter to glance up at him. Lalo's opinion was worth more than anyone else's. "Ehrmantraut's getting a little old for the beat." It was a little sad, honestly. Lalo had a surprising amount of respect for the old man. Schrader was another story. He'd had his eyes on the Salamancas for years, and on Lalo in particular.
Tuco, who had his arms crossed, leaning forward and pillowing them against the counter, said, "We oughta just shoot him."
Lalo didn't necessarily disagree, but he said, "You can't just shoot a cop." There was laughter in his voice, though, and he was certain Tuco picked up on it. Hector did, too, but he was decided less amused by it.
"We could do it quietly," Marco said, and Leonel added, "Make it look like an accident."
Hector seemed to give it some thought before he shook his head. "We wait," he said. This was, of course, spoken in Spanish. His English was perfectly passable, but he only spoke it under the most dire of circumstances. It also kept the police from understanding what he was saying. Most of them had no idea what he was saying when he spoke Spanish. "If it's coming, we don't want to rush it."
He wasn't wrong. Even if he had been, no one would say so. Not to his face, at least.
He waved his hand, and the group scattered. Arturo would be heading home after his shift the previous night, with Carlos taking his place as guard for the day shift. Tuco and the twins headed toward the back of the restaurant to work in the kitchen. Domingo, the youngest and gentlest of the group, stayed in the front to wait tables. He was the only one of them who was friendly enough for it, save Lalo. Lalo, though, was the best cook of the lot, and spent most of his time in the kitchen.
Before he went, though, he gave Domingo a clap on the back. He looked like a startled fawn, his straw hat clutched in his hands. He wasn't as soft as he looked, Lalo knew. The thought of a raid was more concerning to him than it was to the others, not because he was in the country illegally, but because he was like Lalo and Nacho, and nothing scared him more than being found out. He had never even said it aloud, as far as Lalo knew, but there was a way about him that Lalo recognized. There was also the fact that he had been the boy Nacho had been caught with. Had Hector known, Domingo would have been fired on the spot.
Tuco already had the grill running when Lalo stepped back into the kitchen, grabbing an apron from the rack of them on the nearest wall and tying it around his waist. They were in charge of the savory foods, while Marco and Leonel handled the sweets.
Though he was busily warming flour and corn tortillas, Tuco asked, "You trying to get Nacho in the business?" Tuco liked Nacho, Lalo knew. Not in the same way Lalo liked him, of course, but in the way that Tuco was good at seeing the use in people. Nacho was strong, and he was stubborn, and he knew how to market himself; He could be exceedingly useful, if he wasn't so opposed to the speakeasy side of the business existing at all. "We can always use more guys."
That wasn't going to happen, and Lalo said, "Nah, he's not the cooking type." He didn't say, I don't wanna share. He didn't say, He's mine.
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genocidehim · 1 year
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What if Marco and Leonel both liked the same girl? How would they share her?
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notes: reader is female, smut, superficial description of sex scenes, shared girlfriend??? I definitely don't know what this is but I love Marco!rough and Leonel!soft. words: 268
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Definitely these two coincide with the idea of sharing you during their short stay in Albuquerque. Their tastes didn't vary too much and you seemed to gather the perfect archetypes to catch both of their attention. It had been a strange situation when it started, when you met them you noticed instantly that complex non-verbal communication system they used to talk without saying absolutely anything. They usually shared looks when you were present and you felt like they were talking about you without you knowing. And definitely they were. You weren't far behind in the level of strangeness, feeling attracted to both at the same time and having a strong sense of guilt for flirting shamelessly with both. So when it was revealed that they both wanted to make moves on you without involving jealousy or rivalry, it made your world do a 360° turn. Although both brothers were quite similar in many aspects, they weren't at an interpersonal level with you. Marco loved to possess you at every opportunity he had, usually taking advantage when his brother wasn't present to take you in that same spot and fuck you until you were left speechless and begging for more. Leonel was more sentimental, although he loved sexual encounters with you he preferred the more romantic and emotional topic. He usually went with you for walks at night and liked to listen to you talk. He adored playing with your hair and caressing your face as if you were a little kitten purring in the palm of his hand. Those two definitely knew how to share as a family.
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