#ignacio varga fanfiction

[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

[cherrybean]

Nacho as your boyfriend 🥺

🤍all fluff🤍

‼️asks are now open if you have any characters/fic ideas you want me to write 💕‼️

——> on another note, the Lacho x reader fic will be published by the end of this week 🫶🏽

- Nacho would definitely love for you to meet his dad

- He would want you to be a part of his family as much as possible, especially because he yearns for a familial relationship ☹️

- On that note, I feel like Nacho would be extremely affectionate 🥹

- His love language would 100% be quality time and physical touch

- Although he’s usually busy, he’d always find time to make sure he can see you

- Think “505” by the Arctic Monkeys, this man would definitely be head over heels for you 😫

- “I miss you so much baby”

- I feel like Nacho would call you by your name or “baby”, “hermosa”, baby girl”, etc.

- Since his job/life consists of him always having to make decisions, he’d let you baby him when he’s home

- Although I feel like Nacho doesn’t show his emotions, I feel like he’d definitely get teary eyed when you’d tell him sweet nothings

- You’d be his rock and the person he can go to when he’s stressed

- Nacho would be clingy

- Not bad clingy (😭) Nacho would just want to spend as much time with you as he can

- Nacho would be the first one to say “I love you” 🤍

[phantomstatistician]

Fandom: Better Call Saul

Sample Size: 922 stories

Source: AO3

[idkelly]

RED NAILS

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

CHAPTER ONE

A green hue was spread across the room, along with a buzzing sound that never seemed to have an end,filling each and everyone’s ear till it became white noise. Clearly the others noticed too, but they were far too busy in their heads, either thinking about some personal issues or, most likely, thoughts regarding the pet they brought here.

The waiting room wasn’t that boring; on the contrary, it was kind of entertaining. Seeing all kinds of people with their pets waiting—well, only a people watcher would enjoy it, and (Yn) sure did.

Especially having small conversations with the woman sitting next to her made the wait seem a lot shorter than it actually was. She was a woman, well in her 40s, it seemed, with shoulder-length blond hair mixed with some white hair and gleaming blue eyes that only portrayed comfort to whoever looked into them. She also had a German accent that made everything she said even more welcoming. She was sitting with her small white-furred puppy in her lap.

"So tell me, what’s a young soul like you doing in New Mexico?"

 (Yn) let out a small chuckle. "Beats me really; I just came here to take care of those who raised me. Oh, you know the saying, family is everything."

"I wish there were more people like you; most take them for granted." The woman wrapped her arm around the younger man’s shoulder. "Me and my husband want children; really, it was my idea, but the fear of being tossed after years made us agree on just having this little guy here." she said with a small smile as she brushed her fingers over the dog’s head.

Well, it really depends on how you raise them, though I’d say it’s also the child’s choice in the end, so I totally understand your point."

"True, there’s another reason: the fact that my husband's work always makes him spend days or weeks out of town; it’s really frustrating like he’s doing—

"Miss (Ln), please come on in." A voice spoke from the microphone above, making both women stop their conversation. (Yn) turned over and stood up after she gave the blond a side hug. "It was lovely meeting you... Come to think of it, I’ve never caught your name."

"Margarethe Szitzer, and you, young lady?"

"Iris Leoz” (Yn) answered with a smile as she shook her hand and said, "See you around, miss zeigler."

 Well, your cat is in perfect condition, but I suggest you trim her fingernails once every two months and don’t give her cheat meals as often; she’s enjoying them for sure, but her health is far more important."

 The vet was examining a cat, who sat on the table purring under the man’s touch, while the owner sat across the room looking over.

"But I love her being chunky; she’s much cuter while she wobbles around the house."

 "I think it’s far more cute if she walks around instead of being a corpse with a hernia in her belly surrounded by puke on your floor." The man glared through his glasses while Yn huffed and jumped off her chair, making her way to the examination table.

"The job?"

 "A protection job, bodyguard, 200 bucks."

"What else?"

"That's the best I got." He leaned over the cabinet behind him. " I know a loan shark. He always needs enforcement and recovery, pays well, and it’s steady work."

(Yn) hummed along as he continued, "Most of the time we were just talking intimidation, strictly verbal."

 "Most of the time I’m not breaking legs. Okay,  what else?"

"That’s all I've got at the moment; take it or leave it."

The nightbreeze hit Yn'’s skin, making it tingle, and as she walked out of the department, she pulled out her phone, dialing a number with a slight smile across her face. After a few rings, the phone was answered.

 "It’s done; I’ve got it." After a few seconds, she hung up the phone, and to the surprise of the wan that was watching her as he walked to the vet’s front door, she snapped the phone in half like it was a leaf. 

 It was either the casino or home; she didn’t know which one she should choose, but since she had a job to do tomorrow, the rational choice was her bed and snacks.

 The meeting place was a parking lot in a three-story building, not the most common meeting place, but it was still acceptable. She took the bus to not draw any suspicion whatsoever to her vehicle if something were to happen in the future. She did her hair in a style that she was most comfortable in; nothing would get in her way; and she wore a simple outfit.

 Walking into the parking lot, she was met with an older man with his arms crossed over his chest, definitely white as they come, bald head, couldn’t tell if it was either by choice or not, and also had the urge to lend him her sunscreen.

They greeted each other with a head nod; no words were exchanged.

Soon later, a giant man came along, wearing a gray hoodie with some jeans and a bald head. Is this a new trend in New Mexico?

This is the place where we wait?"

 "Think so."  The older man answered.

And then along came the fourth one, a skinnier,even younger leather jacket with military cargo pants and spikey hair. The type of guy that would try to be friends with his kid’s friends to appear more hip and cool

"So, what’d our guy tell you about the job?"

 "Not much," (Yn) said.

 "It’s a protection job, civilian. Guy is green as they come, but we’ll be there to make sure things fly right." without noticing, Yn and the old man beside her exchanged a look of confusion as to what this guy was thinking.

 "You've been doing this for how long? I assume we’re all heavy hitters, and it makes sense. The vet recommends the best of the best. Dealing with some of these ethnic types of blood, it tends to run a little hotter. That’s just science, physiology—

"Please grab a gun and shoot me in the head. I can't listen to this any longer." (Yn) whispered as the big guy let out a small chuckle and nudged her side, while the older man definitely heard her but didn’t give any reaction.

"Yo, little girl, what's chu packing?" with Yn finally turning her head and the blabbering man looking at him with confused eyes. Don't tell me he thought this was a gun job.

 "A Delicio"

"Sorry, what?"

"Delicio, a chocolate milk one, so much better than the strawberry." With that, she took out the small milkshake from her jacket pocket and took a sip.

The man let out a nervous laugh. "That’s really cute, old man, what’re you carrying then?"

 "A pimento sandwich" (Yn) lets out an audible laugh. "Pimento is a cheese. They call it the caviar of the south."

 “Listen, yo. If y'all don’t want to tell me what y'all are carrying, so be it. But you don’t have to be a douche about it.”

 "You asked what we were carrying, and we answered you." (Yn) added

 Wait, so you’re saying you guys don’t have a gun. How are you here without a gun?" his voice filled with confusion.

“I've got at least two guns on me that I’ll tell you about. I go old school with a Wilson Combat 1911, and I got a Glock 22 Gen. And those are just the ones I’ll tell you about," he added.

Only to receive a huh back from the old man beside him. (Yn) was so close to shoving the milkshake she had been sipping for the last half hour into his mouth to stop hearing that nonsense.

Finally, to ease the awkward tension, a vehicle has been spotted by the four as it makes its way to the location. The door opened to reveal the driver and the main reason for this job.

These people only get whiter for fuck sake, (Yn) thought. Man literally looks like if Makka Pakka turned human. What a fucking joke!

 After a few seconds, he spoke in a shaky tone, "Hi, Hello. My name is Price. Actually, that’s not my name. But I have a nephew named Price. I’ve always kind of liked that name."

Subconsciously, Yn's head turned to the old man only to find him already looking in her direction; they agreed that they were the mature ones here.

As the glasses man was blabbering about coffee and what not, the skinnier guy interjected, "Hey, I have a thought."

"How about you give me and Man Mountain 750 each?" should’ve choked him earlier. "And send Uncle Fester and Princess there home. they’re not carrying a gun. They’re useless."

"Is that true? You guys didn’t bring a gun?"

"We didn't think we needed one." (Yn) answered calmly.

"Shawty, listen, it’s a protection job; how in the hell are you going to protect your employee without—“

"I’ll tell you what, if we need a gun, I’ll just use one of his." Her attention never left the man who stood before her. "I agree to that," Gramps added.

"Really? One of my guns? How do you picture that happening exactly?"

 The old man hummed a little before answering, "Well, I guess I’m going to take it from you."

 Yep, and that’s how Uncle Fester ruffled skinny’s feathers, and now he’s challenging him to ‘take’ one of his guns. oh boy

 Only in 60 seconds do we have a man on the floor barely breathing with an old man who has three guns in his hands, while a mountain man runs like Princess Peach, and of course the job man watches this unravel.

 "All right," the old man said while he tossed the pistols into the trash can nearby. "Let’s go."

 "But we need three guys."

“No, buddy. We don’t need three guys. C’mon. Let’s go," the woman said as she tapped his shoulder while getting into the back seat.

The wait wasn’t long but instead boring as Gramps answered Price’s questions. For a first-timer, they were genuinely okay questions, but he should’ve done his research beforehand.

 A red truck finally made its way over; Yn  was still leaning onto the car right in the middle, while Gramps stood up and walked a bit to the right, and Price was already standing on the left side.

"I knew we needed three guys—I knew it. It’s a three-man job—"

"If you don’t get your shit together right this second, I’ll break your face as soon as the other guys leave. If you don’t have balls for shit like this, then don’t get involved in the business, you twit." 

And that seemed to shut him up while the old man was making his way forward.

Out of the car were two jobbing guys, all in black, and one guy who was wearing a dark red button-up with the first few buttons unbuttoned and a gold necklace dangling around his collar bone.

 shaved head that seemed to suit him quite nicely and a face structure that was great to show intimidation, he had some hardeyes she’s never seen before.

"Hello, Hi," Price said like he was a ringtone; it was cue for (Yn)  to walk up too, so we could better see this shitshow up close.

 "Do you have it?" The red-shirted man spoke, and (Yn) flashed a smile but quickly hid it to the surprise of the high-pitched voice of this guy, but it didn’t go unnoticed, by him at least.

"I do."

"Do you have the money?" a yellow envelope was handed over.

As Price was back in the car, silence filled the scene. Red Shirt was looking straight ahead at the guy he was dealing with, but he couldn’t help but feel like some eyes were burning holes through him.

He knew it was the woman, but it definitely wasn’t a stare of interest; more so, on the studying side, looking back at her, she didn’t seem to have any intention of breaking the eye contact they held, and neither did he.

 The deal ended with the guy handing over a twenty-dollar bill and taking home the pills he held.

In the car (Yn) and Gramps got paid. While Price was asking questions, the woman tuned in in the middle of the conversation. "Now, that fella you just met, his name is Ignacio Varga."

"He runs with a connected crew of drug dealers. This deal he’s doing with you he’s doing outside his crew; he doesn’t want his bosses to know, so it was in his best interest that things go smoothly."

"So the lesson is, if you’re going to be a criminal, do your homework." The woman in the back added, "Now get us home; this place is too hot to have this conversation here."

The drop-off place was the same as the pick-up place, and without saying goodbye, Price turned home with his car.

"What’s your name?"

"Why should you know?"

"I know you know mine; it’s only fair," she smiled.

"mike hermentrout"

"Nice to meet you, Mike," she said, holding out her hand in a shake now with a smile that covered her whole face. Mike knew he shouldn’t mess with fire yet.

 "Nice to meet you too, (Yn)." Mike's eyes never left hers; he knew her sudden appearance didn’t mean good; it was far from that; a storm was coming.

as she turned around and excused herself, the man’s voice stopped her, "How’s your dad doing?"

“Actually, I'm on my way to see him right now. Wanna come?"

"Maybe another time."

[venthevandal]

Chapters: 20/? Fandom: Breaking Bad, Better Call Saul (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Jesse Pinkman/Ignacio "Nacho" Varga, Domingo "Krazy-8" Molina/Ignacio "Nacho" Varga Characters: Jesse Pinkman, Ignacio "Nacho" Varga, Emilio Koyama, Skinny Pete (Breaking Bad), Brandon "Badger" Mayhew, Christian "Combo" Ortega, Hector Salamanca, Domingo "Krazy-8" Molina, Arturo Colon, Gustavo Fring Additional Tags: Alcohol, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Oral Sex, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Enemies to Lovers, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Recreational Drug Use, Slow Burn Summary:

Beginning before and following the events of Season 3 Episode 6, "Off Brand"

Jesse makes a mistake that leads to Domingo taking the flack. Domingo conspires with Nacho to get revenge.

But then, the two begin to find feelings for each other. What does this mean for them going forward?

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I posted up to Chapter 20 just last night. Chapter 21 which I am currently working on, will have Jesse finally topping Nacho. 

Or as I saw a post on here the other day call it “The Twink thunking the Twunk.” 

I know that in this whole story they’ve only had sex twice up till now and one time was off screen but anyways. There will be another NSFW chapter, I promise! Stay Tuned! 

And if you haven’t read it up to now, maybe go check it out. I hope you all like how it’s going.

[unohanaswetdream]

THE KNOWING PT. 3 (final)

Now we're lying about the nights

Hiding all it behind the smiles

Take a look at what you did

You probably thought that you'd break my heart

You probably thought that you'd make me cry

But, baby, it's okay

I swear it's okay

♡♡♡ summary: - A glimpse into yours and Ignacio’s relationship -

The sensation that washed over you was so overwhelming that all you were able to do is close your eyes and bathe in the intense orgasm Ignacio just gave you.

 AO3 | PT.1 | PT.2 | PT.3

4.3k words

i would recommend reading pt.1 ! but it doesn’t matter if you read it before or after this part. Finally, the long-awaited Ignacio smut !!! also I head canon Ignacio with having a tongue piercing, i think it suits him

WARNINGS - 18+ please - explicit depictions of sex (gun play) - talks of addiction and usage of drugs - unhealthy/toxic depiction of relationships - swearing

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‘You know I could hear what was going on downstairs’, was the first thing you heard as you walked into his office.

‘Okay and so what I can’t have fun’, your teeth grinding at his eagerness to start shit.

‘No because they are mine, you already have your fun, with that husband of yours’, he spat out.

‘Those bitches you said you were going to kick out for me yet you haven’t ? I just wanted to have my fun with them like you do and see what makes you so keen to keep them’, your tone dripping in venom as jealous bubbled deep inside your gut.

Getting no response, you move to walk behind the desk, where he was proudly sitting, to straddle his lap. You run your hands up and down his toned chest while looking up at him with your big eyes, ‘can we not talk about him, I came here to see you, so get over yourself please’.

‘Hmm, that needy for me that you are dismissing our argument completely’, he taunted.

You smiled up at him ‘of course, my baby is so smart’, giving him a soft peck on his lips.

Slowly you started grinding into his lap, your clit still sensitive from prior activities, Ignacio bitting his lip trying not to let you know how you are affecting him. Your hands still rubbing his chest, you decide to lower them all the way down to just above his hip, feeling something solid and hard in his right jacket pocket. Using your right hand, you slyly slip it into the pocket grabbing the handle of the gun.

Out of reflex, Ignacio grabbed you by the throat, his palm pushing up against your windpipe.

Not fearful of him, you gently calm him down with your lulling voice, ‘trust me’.

The irony was that there was no trust in your relationship.

Smirking up at you Ignacio softly responds, ‘I’ll try’, his body shaking in anticipation.

Getting off him, you step back, gun in hand, as you get onto the desk, still facing him.

‘Baby, bring your chair closer’.

He did not respond to you but, you knew he heard when you started to see him getting larger and larger in your vision as the sound of wheels rolling against the carpet reached your ears. You wanted him to sit back and enjoy the show.

Ignacio Intensely watched you as you observed the gun, holding it up close to your face like an investigator. You ran your thumb up to the button on the side of the handgun, pressing it to release the magazine which you turn over, emptying it, so no one would get shot. Bullets clanking as they dropped into the ground together.

Giving him an innocent smile, you raised the gun just above his head, pulling back the safety clip and trigger, releasing whatever contents were left in the gun, causing him to reflexively duck.

‘See, you can trust me’, you smartly state.

Ignacio looked unpleased, which was evident in his tone, ‘that is not how you get someone to trust you’.

You huffed ‘man, you are such a bore, live a little not like you have someone’s foot up your ass’.

‘There is no such thing up my ass’.

‘There will be if you do not shut up soon’.

Earning no response, you commenced with your assigned goal for this evening.

Placing your feet on the arm rests either side of Ignacio, you let your skirt fall back, crumpling at your waist exposing your naked cunt to him. You watched as his eyes darkened 10 shades, his pupils dilating a result of how immersing he found your pussy to be. Nothing could cut the eye contact he had to your wet core, not even your giggle until you moved the gun that you pointed at his head. He watched you as you brought it to your pussy, slowly dipping it between your lips coating the barrel with your shiny pussy juices. 

Ignacio groaned at the lustful scene folding out in front of him. You could tell from the look in his eyes that he was desperately holding back, his restrain slowly disintegrating.

The cold metal being pressed up against your hot flesh made you shudder, goosebumps travelling across your body. The lascivious actions you were doing with his gun, made you shake with delight at what this little show could make Ignacio feel.  This action that should have left you feeling disgusted only made you ache and clench around the nothingness in you, causing you to push out the juices that were building up inside of you down your asshole and onto the desk. Earning a loud throaty groan from Ignacio as the sight of you made him only the more painfully hard, he felt as though he could feel every inch of material his cock was pressed up against.

Flipping the gun upside down so the top was pressed up against your clit, you started to roll your hips up to grind against the flat top of the gun. Remembering not to push the gun too hard against yourself due to the hardness of it. You moaned at the feeling of the long await fiction, your heels digging into the arm rests, which helped to alleviate the burning sexual desire that had been building up.

You lay back, the coldness of the wooden desk penetrating your shirt. You deeply exhale every time your clit brushes against the gun, the whimpers you made at the contact filling the rooming make you even more aroused at hearing your voice.

Eventually, your resume holding the gun the proper way as you tease the tip of it around your pussy opening, moaning with need due to the teasing you were putting yourself through.

Surprisingly, Ignacio was not quiet throughout this ordeal, with the occasional grunt and moaning making you only wonder what he was doing in that little office chair he was in, was he watching you or was he playing with himself at the performance you gave him. Either way you did not care enough to look up and see.

You eased the tip into your canal, allowing for you to adjust if it was possible due to the hardness and rigidness of the gun, nonetheless, you kept moaning at the sensation of you being stretched and filled. The squelching noising emanating from your cunt bounced off the walls , the lewd noises sending electronic shocks straight to your clit making you tighten around the handgun. As you pushed the gun further into you, you could feel it teasing itself against your g-spot, making you whine at the tingling sensation it gave you.

You needed to slow down, otherwise you would cum too soon so you pushed the gun until the trigger pressed up against you wet cunt, you could feel that your juices had flown down the handle into your hand. And you held it in there as you sat up, letting go, the gun slipped out of you due to the pressure causing it to fall into the ground now, accompanying the bullets.

Your cunt opening gaping at Ignacio due to you being stretched open as he watched you juices flow from your vagina down to your asshole then onto the desk.

‘Eyes up here’, you pointed your index and middle finger at his eyes then back to yours.

Moving your feet from the arm rests, you hook it around the poles supporting the rests, to pull him up close and personal with your dripping wet pussy.

Grabbing his face with your whole hand you lean your face into his, brushing your lips against his, ‘be a good boy for me and eat my pussy’.

In an instant he pulled his chair full under the desk like he was getting ready to eat dinner, throwing your legs over his shoulder, he began softly kissing your inner thigh marking you as his. When  delivering his first lick to your cunt you screamed out of shock.

Moaning, your words sounding almost indigestible,  ‘you’re amazing, baby let me feel that tongue piercing’.

The ball of his piercing pushing up against your clit causing you to buckle up against him. His hums against your clit causing the knot of tension in your tummy to constrict at the pleasure he was giving you. Ignacio knew his way around a vulva, he knew to focus on the clit, he knew to finger you while he ate you out, he knew how to enjoy such delicacy and that made him all the more attractive to you.

He did not keep one consistent boring pace, he would switch it up, giving your clit soft light kitten licks, circling around your clit making you cry out in frustration or big stripes from your opening where all your juices gathered to bring it up and across your labia. Keeping you filled with eagerness of what he is going to do next to you and you thrived on the feeling which always made your sex with Ignacio entertaining and exciting as you never quite knew for sure what was going to happen next.

With surprise he plunged his two fingers into your wet cunt, making sure to pay attention to your top wall, curling the tips of his fingers up to help pleasure you via stimulation of your g-spot. And it worked, in response you tighten your legs around his neck to hold him in place so you could face fuck him for even more stimulation.

Even with hot and wet tongue being pressed up against your hot core, his piecing was still relatively cool against you, helping you to focus on the sensation it was delivering you. You showed your gratitude to Ignacio and his tongue piercing by clenching around his now three fingers which were stretching you open, readying you for his cock.

However, being able to focus on one spot on your body did not last for much longer as your mind became too fuzzy to focus on the dedication Ignacio gave your wet cunt. It was all too much, yet too little.

‘Please more’, you managed to wrangle out of yourself.

Responding to your cries he started sucking on your clit harder, his balled tongue piecing pressing and rolling harshly against your clit as he managed to fit more fingers into you, scissoring your insides.

Eventually, you came around his fingers, your juices flowing down his chin as you saw translucent colours dance around your eyes as your toes and fingers tingle from the overwhelming pleasure of your climax, he had just given you.

‘Get the fuck up’.

An out of breath ‘huh’ came from you.

‘I know you heard what I just said. Get. The. Fuck. Up.’

Oh, how the tide had changed.

‘And while you are up, strip’.

Shivering at his cold demanding tone, you do as he said, your skirt, bra and top dropping to the floor with a soft thump leaving you vulnerable in front of Ignacio.

Slowly stepping closer to you, like how a predator would stalk its prey. His forceful gaze forcing you to look down, catching a glimpse of the tent in his pants.

He forcefully grabbed you by your throat to bring you into a kiss, the kiss was infused with elements of urgency, illustrated by Ignacio at how hard and rough he was with you, he did not even allow you time to properly register what was happening before his tongue made its way into your mouth.

The harshness in which he kissed you made you chalk it up to the passion he had for you, instead of the need he had to relieve himself into you, fill you up with his cum, to take his stressful life out on you by thrusting into you without a care in the world. The weed making it easier for you to believe such lie.

The kiss was nothing but mess, saliva mixing and mingling, harsh breathing, groping. There were no sparks no fireworks, just lust building itself up in each other’s guts, ready to explode, causing both of you to be aggressive when trying to find friction to take off the edge.

Sliding your bare ass back onto the desk, your legs wrapping around Ignacio’s waist so, he could slide himself perfectly in between you, grinding his clothed cock up against you bare wet cunt, leaving a dark patch on his pants. As you did this, you made sure not to break the kiss, his fingers digging into the plump flesh of your thighs as you moaned into each other’s mouths at the sheer amount of horniness emanating between you two.

Ignacio pulls back slightly to catch his breath, looking down at his pants he realises the mess you left on him. A grin made its appearance on his face as he huskily asks, ‘do you think it is time to get this pussy of yours filled up with my cum, would you like that, my sweetheart ?’.

Your mind still foggy form the lack of oxygen you got during the make out session, you could barely form words, so your soft mhm that escaped your mouth affirmed Ignacio’s statement.

‘Wow you act like I’ve fucked you dumb already, are you that desperate to have my dick in you ? You think that by acting like you can’t form words is going to make me fuck you harder, is that what you want my baby ?’.

His dirty words creating flashbacks of your previous times you had fucked,  sending thunder bolts straight down into your pussy, causing you to contract around nothing. If he kept up with talking the way he is, you would inevitably cum at his dirty words.

Finally, you had found your voice to respond back to him, ‘please Ignacio, is it really that bad to be desperate for you ?’, you voice slightly shaking with eagerness.

‘I am sorry my love, I did not mean to make it sound like I was making fun of you, it just makes me so hard knowing how keen you are to have me in you, now be good for me and turn around and bend over the desk’. As though his voice was able to control you, you followed his orders.

Your tummy brushing itself over the slightly warm desk, the result of you sitting there, your hands placed either side of you on the desk to hold you up as you displayed your ass and glossy cunt to him like a gift. You could almost hear him moaning to himself at the view of you, his hands gliding itself up and down your ass, giving it a big squeeze making you gasp out loud causing him to laugh out loud.

You impatiently thrust your ass back, towards his crotch to get some sort of relief in your aching pussy. However, instead of getting him to hurry up and undress you so he can fuck you, he delivers a hard slap on your ass, leaving a stinging feeling on your cheek. Yet, instead of feeling any type of discomfort apart from the sting, it set itself in your clit causing you to moan out of the pleasurable sensation it gave you.

‘Why am I not surprised you’d be into that ?’, his tone indicating he was so smug at himself.

You huffed, ‘shut up and get fucking’.

Another slap caused you to jolt, your harden nipples grazing the desk causing the feeling to tighten the knot deep inside you. That shock of friction you got, you took advantage of due to the lack of attention you were getting from Ignacio so, it impacted your body more than it should have.

‘I told you to be good, this is not you being good, this is you being a desperate needy whore and it is embarrassing me’.

Before you could give him a smart-ass response, he continued, his tone struggling to hide his excitement, ‘now you will be good and beg for me to fuck you, to fill your empty needy pussy’.

You did absolutely nothing, refusing to entertain him.

Yet, another slap made its way onto your ass the vibration going straight to your pussy and clit giving you slight relief, if you kept going the way you were with enough time you could cum. All the sensations from being slapped were building up, the tingle in your core and tits were easily enough to make you climax, whether it would be better than Ignacio just fucking you raw ? This was a definite no. Your pride made you believed you could be patient enough to wait it out for as long as it would take.

Ignacio’s voice cut through your thoughts pulling you from your wonderful ‘masterplan’, ‘if you are planning to keep quiet and let me slap you until you cum, you really hurt me thinking I am that stupid'.

Your mouth was agape, shocked honestly you really thought he was that dumb.

You did not reply back, you were too embarrassed to even look back to see the look on his face. So, you did the next best thing and shutted the fuck up pretending you hadn’t said, thought or done nothing of that sort.

You were anxious yet excited to find out what was going to happen next as a hand snaked its way around the back of your neck to hold you in place so you could not move but as time went on Ignacio started to shove your neck down causing you to slam your tummy and face into the table. However, you to moaned out at his harsh manhandling.

Ignacio unzipping what you assumed to be his pants caught you attention, this seeming to heighten your hearing as you were not able to see what was happening behind you. With hearing a few grunts coming from behind you , you used the process of elimination coming to the conclusion that he was stroking his cock, hopefully so he could fuck you.

And finally, you could feel his dick settling between your ass, moaning at the long awaiting contact, with Ignacio thrusting forward you could feel his harden dick slip between your lips instead of inside you, the tip barely grazing your puffy clit.

‘What the fuck Ignacio’, you voice coming out shaky due to the overwhelming desperation you had to be fucked.

Nonetheless, he did not reply acting like you did not exist to him as he kept fucking your thighs, something delving between your wet cunt lips to tease your clit. Your wetness coating Ignacio’s dick transferred onto your thigh as he would move from fucking between your labia and thighs. You could hear your wetness as Ignacio used you as a toy, the lewd image you summoned in your mind at what was happening behind you made you loudly moan out and your thighs to tighten around Ignacio to try and milk out any friction you could get.

You were hopeless, slowly losing touch of your senses, you mind going into overdrive at the lack of focus that was shown to your clit and pussy.

‘Ignacio please’, if you were in the right mind you would’ve cringed at how depraved you sounded.

You knew that his lack of response meant he needed more and by now you did not give a shit.

‘Ignacio please, I need you to fuck me hard I can’t take your teasing anymore I am sorry. Just please I need you in me’, your whining almost making Ignacio fall down into his knees.

‘I am so proud of you baby, that was all you need to do for me to fuck that wet tight pussy of yours’, he managed to grind out while losing himself in you.

Without warning, he slammed into you, stretching you out with no warning or giving you  time to adjust to him leading you to feel a slight burning sensation in your pussy. But because of the edging Ignacio gracelessly made you endure, when he ultimately entered you, the feeling of be filled helped to block out some of the pain causing you focus on the intense sensation coming out of your cunt being stuffed and your g spot being stimulated.

There was no soft delicate love making, it was rough just like Ignacio. The thrusts were shallow and fast perfectly hitting the top wall of your cunt where you g-spot was. All you could hear in the study was Ignacio’s deep grunts, your moans, the wetness of his dick entering and exiting you and his balls slapping your skin. When he went fast enough, sometimes his balls would slap against your clit causing you to buckle back into Ignacio in hopes he would understand your request to play with your lonely clit. Because were not able to reach it as you were too busy holding onto the edge of the desk so you would not move due to his harsh thrusts.

Thankfully, a finger found itself resting on your clit drawing lazy circles around it, extracting moan after moan from you, the final point of simulation you needed arrived, causing you to roll your eyes back at the unbelievable pleasure being created in your body. The pressure of the desk pushing into your tummy made it feel as though it pressed Ignacio’s dick further back into you making you feel him more, your gummy walls enclosing itself around his dick at the blissful sensation that was radiating from your pussy.

‘That’s it baby keep moaning for me, I love the way you clench around my cock makes me so happy I can fuck you so good… Your cunt is just perfect for me, I cum to the thought of it every time I fuck my hand’, he grunted in you ear, his carnal description earning a loud wail from you as his voice igniting the flames setting deep inside of you.

‘Ignacio please I need to cum, please fuck me harder’, you doubted you sounded coherent but when his speed on your clit and your pussy picked up to an impossible pace, it was clear he understood your pleas.

You were not able to keep your hold on the table, you just laid limp like a ragdoll, in bliss taking all the information you were receiving through your skin as you let Ignacio fuck you. The flames in your tummy getting hotter by the second making you feel dizzy and your ears ringing missing out on Ignacio’s grunts turning into erratic breathing before he came into you. But this did not stop you from feeling his warm cum make its home inside your cunt as he kept thrusting until you came.

Your mouth was open, but nothing came out the flame in your tummy had exploded causing you clench so hard Ignacio’s dick slipped out, his and your cum shooting out of you. The sensation that washed over you was so overwhelming that all you were able to do is close your eyes and bathe in the intense orgasm Ignacio just gave you. Your pussy still pulsating doing all it could to try and keep Ignacio’s cum in you to push it into your womb and you could tell Ignacio also wanted the same as he started scooping as much of it off your thighs with his finger to put back in your cunt, inserting his fingers inside you ensuring nothing went to waste.  

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Sitting on his lap playing with his hands you look up, ‘Ignacio, I love you so much it hurts, and I can’t do this anymore, I can’t hide my want for you from this world. I promise I will leave him baby; I know the perfect time is coming up soon.’, you pathetically utter as you hoped he would believe you, no matter how many times you had repeated this same exact sentence to him every time after getting fucked by him.

His hand found its way to your cheek so he could guide your face to his, ‘I know baby I know; I love you too and I am sorry it may not be so apparent, the girls are just a pain in getting them to follow orders. But I too promise to kick those bitches out, this house one day will be all yours.’ His tone just sounded as pathetic as yours as he hopelessly fed you lies so you would not leave him.

These empty promises were made every other day between the two of you, the constant repetition aiding in your ignorance of what the truth was behind the lies said. It seemed to work, but at what cost ? What were you going to lose in order to stay naïve at the happenings around you ? Your sanity ? Your life ? Your husband ? Just lie playing two truths and one lie, more are true than false.

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Unlocking the door to your house, you find your husband rushing up towards you giving you a kiss and a welcome home, the house filled with the smell of freshly baked goods.

You pointed your nose up, pretending to be disgusted, your husband seeming to be too happy to see you, to notice, ‘what is that smell ?’.

‘OH, baby I almost forgot, I thought that since you are probably recovering from yesterday, I could bake some sweet cookies so the sugar can help energise you and replenish all the energy you used yesterday’. You husband sound so happy with himself at what he did for you, eyes gleaming with excitement like a toddler who wanted to show their mum a new trick they just learnt.

Yet, instead of being infected with his joyfulness, everything you did when away from home crashed into you. You felt the pit of your stomach drop to all new lows, the urge to throw up making its presence known, your head spinning like you had just smashed it against the wall.

You really think the high of being an adulterer is forever ? The come down is just the harsh reality that you do not deserve the people who love you.

Your husbands face suddenly dropped drastically, ‘hey, my love, is everything okay ?’, wariness etching itself into his voice.

You did not even try to respond back before you ran to the bathroom, tears threating to spill. With shaky hands you lock the toilet door, but a sob slips out causing one of your hands to cover your mouth ensuring your husband was able to stay clueless as to what was happening. Your other hand searching every pocket in your jacket to find the white powered substance. Your eyes blurred making it harder to see anything increasing your frustration making you hot all over, like your skin was on fire, causing you to sob harder in need and desperation.

Finding it in a pocket you had already checked, you struggled to open it with your shaky hands causing some to spill on the floor, not even caring that you spilt it on the floor you got onto your hands and knees. You refused to waste it, you poured more onto the tiled ground, shaping it into a line as quick as possible to mute whatever this feeling was.

You cannot silence me forever, you cannot dismiss your guilt with drugs forever, I will come back as an epiphany last minute leaving you with nothing but regrets.

Deeply exhaling you then place one finger on your nostril, you lowered your nose to the tile taking a deep breath in consuming all the contents on the ground.

Lifting your head up, you roll onto your back, sprawled out like a starfish only to start hysterically laughing.

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resources: Directory of non-governmental organizations working in drug demand reduction, unodc.org, 1999 so it is quite old unfortunately but all continents are covered Drugs contacts, health.gov, 2019 Useful links, health.nsw, 2022 Organisations, drugpolicy.org

[pinalamanca]

Insatiable - Better Call Saul Vampire AU

Lalo Salamanca x Jesse Pinkman x Nacho Varga

Hello Lovelies!!!

Wasn't expecting to be doing this this morning but here we are.

I wrote another new fanfic, this time Nacho and Lalo are vampires.

You can find it here on AO3.

[degenerate-otaku]

DOMINGO X NACHO FIC CHAPTER 1!!!

Have a little preview!

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“Fuck me, I hate chemistry.” Nacho sighed after checking the crumpled, stained piece of paper he kept in his pocket. It had been almost half a year, and yet he still didn’t know his timetable.

Domingo didn’t hate chemistry. In fact he loved it.

He loved that he got to sit beside Nacho in the back of the class. Same way he loved English and History.

High school wasn’t the fun, free teenage experience they were hoping for.

J. P Wynne sucked. The food was shit. The other kids were assholes. The teachers didn’t particularly care. Despite all the bullshit, Domingo was sure he’d be alright with Nacho by his side.

After all, they’d been friends as long as they’d been alive. The Molinas and the Vargas had strong ties to each other, and Domingo hoped it’d stay that way.

The only thing bothering him was this odd uneasy feeling he had around Nacho. Like there was something in him that had emerged, something he never recognised before. Why was he so nervous around him? It was like everything he said had to be perfect.

“Wanna skip?” Nacho suggested, and Domingo returned from the depths of his own confusing mind.

“Skip lesson? But… won’t we get in trouble?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Does it look like I give a fuck?” Nacho scoffed. “If you want to go by yourself, then go to class. Enjoy learning about bondage-”

“It’s bonds, Nacho. Covalent bonds.” Domingo laughed and corrected him.

“Same thing, now c’mon, we can just turn left before the corridor and stay in the bathroom for an hour.”

[drabbles-mc]

Fresh Start

Gabriela Castillo x Nacho Varga

For the loveliest @hausofmamadas as part of the Rare Pair Exchange!

Warnings: 18+, language, blood/injury, light angst

Word Count: 5.4k

A/N: I just really really love that I got to write these two together. I love them. I adore them. No one can take them from us, Kay. The braincell is alive and well. 😌

Niche Crossover Taglist: @narcolini @garbinge @withmyteeth @justreblogginfics @cositapreciosa

He’d driven until the car gave out. Then he walked until his legs had done the same. He had no idea where he was—somewhere in California he was pretty sure based off all the license plates he’d seen while he was on the road. Where in California? He couldn’t even hope to guess. Everything looked the same in the dark anyway.

He hadn’t shown up to the diner because he was hungry, although underneath all the pain and exhaustion he was sure that hunger was there somewhere. But it was one of the only places that had lights on, one of the only places that seemed like it was open and also maybe even a little bit safe.

He collapsed before he got his hand on the door, crumpled right into a heap on the sidewalk. He was fighting to keep his eyes open, fighting even harder to try and say something, maybe even call for help. It was like his voice had stopped working, and he didn’t know if that was because everything in his body was shutting down, or if it was because he’d gone so long without speaking that he’d nearly forgotten how to.

When she appeared in his narrowing field of vision, he was certain that it meant he was dying. There was no way that she wasn’t an angel sent there to take him to whatever was next for him. He could just barely register the warmth of her hands on his face. He saw the way her lips moved, but he couldn’t hear what she was actually saying. He tried to look at her for as long as he could before his body gave into the exhaustion and everything went black.

Gabriela knew better than to try and patch up a man who needed far more than just bandages and stitches from her. She knew so much better. That was the whole reason she found herself at the complete opposite end of California from where she’d started just a few short years ago. And yet, when she saw him go down outside the door of the diner, she couldn’t stop herself from rushing to his side. If she didn’t try, then what was the point of any of it?

Once she took in the sight of him, she knew that it was going to be more than just a caring act from a good Samaritan if she helped him. There was a familiar knot in her gut that told her that this man, whoever he was, whoever he ended up being, didn’t just turn up outside the diner because he got lost on a long drive.

Pressing her ear to his chest, she listened intently for a heartbeat, relief coursing through her when she heard it. She managed to get him back to consciousness, but barely. He was beyond out of it, not that she expected anything better than that.

“Come on,” she said, her voice quiet but strong, “we have to get you help.”

If she had still been the same woman she was a few years prior, she would’ve called 911. But she wasn’t so naïve anymore. Some things, she’d learned, you just don’t call the cops about. And even though she didn’t have all the details, or any details, really, she had the feeling deep in her gut that this was going to be one of those things.

Going through motions that felt far too familiar for comfort, she draped his arm over her shoulders before looping hers behind his back. He was able to contribute just enough to the efforts to get himself off the ground, but Gaby was doing most of the legwork once they were up. It wasn’t pretty, or graceful, but she managed to get him to her car and somehow into the passenger seat.

He was fading in and out the whole time, still half-convinced that the woman in the driver’s seat beside him was some manifestation of the grim reaper, there to usher him into the next life by speeding down backroads in her beat-up coup.

When she got him into her apartment and laid out on the couch, he passed out again. She expected that, just glad that she didn’t have to try and half-carry him anywhere else for the time being. He had one arm dangling off the edge of the sofa, the backs of his knuckles resting against the floor. Both his legs were on the cushions, but barely. She looked at him, trying to see past the dirt and dried blood. She was looking for anything fresh, anything that could actively be killing him.

Taking a deep breath, she ran her hands back through her hair before starting to carefully undo the buttons of his shirt. Most of the blood on it seemed dried, but she wanted to be sure. When the shirt fell open, she saw the white a-tank that he had on beneath. There was more blood staining that, but it still looked like most of it was dried. She lifted the bottom hem of the tank top, just enough to confirm that any injuries that he was dealing with, any cuts or gashes, were old enough to have begun to scab over.

She frowned as she looked him over, all the bruises that littered his abdomen. There was nothing fresh that she could see, so her assumption that what got to him was the exhaustion. Whatever blood he lost combined with the fact that he probably hadn’t stopped to rest or eat or drink much of anything in longer than any person should’ve.

There wasn’t much more that she could give him at this point. She thought about getting a cloth with some warm water and soap to start at least cleaning off his face. As she looked at him, it crossed her mind that it probably wouldn’t wake him up. There wasn’t much that would cause him to stir at this point.

Her movements were gentle, the way that they always were. She dragged the washcloth across his forehead, his cheekbones. Each swipe took away another layer of dirt, of sweat and blood that had dried and tried to etch itself into his skin. The small snake earring dangling from his ear moved each time the cloth cleaned away another layer. The frown on her face softened the more she cleaned him up. She knew that she shouldn’t build out a life for him before she’d even heard him speak, but her mind couldn’t help but to wander.

When she’d cleaned off his face as best she could, she stood up and pried herself away from him. She tossed the rag straight into the trash, the sinking feeling that no matter how much bleach she used, she would never see it as clean again. She took a quick shower, just enough to feel like she’d rinsed off the day. She threw her clothes into her hamper, pulling on an old t-shirt and shorts to sleep in. Part of her knew that she could just sleep in her bed and that she would most likely wake up before the man passed out in her living room, but it felt wrong to try and do so. Grabbing a pillow and the blanket off her bed, she went back to the living room and curled up on the chair beside the couch, the one that was usually reserved just for reading.

The sun hadn’t fully crept up over the horizon when Gaby came to. The light coming through her apartment windows was minimal, gray. She didn’t even want to check the time, didn’t want to involuntarily do the math to see how little sleep she’d gotten.

Then she realized what had pulled her from slumber so soon. The events of the night before all came rushing back to her, her eyes widening slightly as she turned and looked over at her sofa. She was expecting to see the man still passed out, but he wasn’t. He was sitting upright, looking just about as confused and unsettled as she felt in that moment. His hands gripped tightly onto the edge of the couch cushion as he watched her.

“Hi,” she said, her voice soft from sleep, but it also had the caution someone would use when trying to soothe an injured animal. Anything to make sure that they didn’t get hurt if it tried to lash out.

“Hi.”

“I didn’t know where to bring you,” she started to explain. “You…you passed out at my job last night.” She twisted her fingers into her blanket as she nodded towards the bloodstains on his clothes. “I, um, I didn’t know what happened, so I didn’t call anyone.”

He looked down at himself, brows knitting when he took in his actual state. “Right. Um. Thank you.”

“I’m Gabriela.”

His eyes wandered back up to her face. “Nacho,” the name came out before he could think better of it.

As soon as he heard what he’d said, he closed his eyes, chin tucking down towards his chest. He knew better than that, but the name rolled off his tongue before he could think of it. It was hard to lie to someone who had a face and eyes as kind as Gaby did. It was too late to take it back now. Trying to fumble and recover somehow would only put himself deeper into the hole he’d just dug.

There was a tiny lift to the end of Gaby’s mouth as she looked at him. There was something vaguely familiar about him even though she knew for a fact that she hadn’t ever met him before. Maybe it was just the look in his eyes. Something that reminded her of a life that she’d left behind.

“Nice to meet you,” she said, a small air of amusement in her tone.

It was just enough for Nacho to be able to catch it, enough to get him to look back over at her. He wanted to make some remark to the effect of, “It might be too soon to be saying things like that,” but he was painfully aware that he wasn’t in the position to be shooting down any spare kindness that anyone was willing to give him.

“You too.”

Nacho kept meaning to leave. He knew that he should. Whoever this girl was, whatever life she’d had for herself before he came tumbling into it, he knew that he didn’t deserve to be any part of it. The hours ticked by and it turned into a day. One day turned into two. After four days he forgot to keep counting. But he meant to leave. He really did.

Gaby never did get around to asking him where he came from, what had happened to him that landed him in a heap on the sidewalk outside the diner. Sometimes she wanted to. When she would see him freeze up at headlights coming in through her apartment windows, when his head would snap towards the sound of someone knocking on the door of the other apartments that she shared a hallway with. People didn’t end up like that because things for them had gone well. Sometimes when things were quiet, and good, and he was helping her cook dinner at the end of a long day, she thought about asking him about all of it. But it just never felt right enough. Maybe that was the lingering strands of naivety that she hadn’t managed to grow out of.

There was never a conversation about him leaving. There was never one about him staying, either. He just did. That first night after they’d introduced themselves, Gaby made a comment about the fact that the couch pulled out into a bed, and that was the end of it. She’d come out in the morning and it would be restored to its former glory, blanket and pillows stacked at the very end of it. Neat as they’d ever been. But they never talked about it.

Most of those first couple weeks were just them existing together in surprisingly comfortable silence together. That, or Nacho would listen to her talk about what happened at work. She’d get home late from her shifts at the diner, but he was almost always still up.

“I had to give him stitches,” she said with a shake of her head, wrapping up a story about one of the cooks slicing his finger open.

“Stitches?” Nacho repeated back. “You know how to do that?”

She chuckled softly as she got a glass of water for herself. “Of course I do.” She walked over, taking a seat next to him on the couch. “I used to be a nurse.”

The explanation didn’t do anything to sate his curiosity. “Used to be?”

That was the first time he saw real sadness cross Gaby’s face. It felt like it sent a real, physical pang of hurt through him to see her like that. He wanted to take the question back, tell her to forget that he ever asked. But it was too late—she was already telling him what happened. Honest in a way that he could never even hope to be.

“I used to live on the border,” she said, looking down at the glass of water in her hands, “and then I moved to Lodi for nursing school. I worked there for a little while after I graduated. Things got…bad, dangerous. The person I cared about the most wasn’t who I thought he was.” She shook her head as she thought back on it all, memories she tried so hard to push from her mind. “So I left. Moved again. Started over again.”

“I’m—”

“It’s okay,” she cut him off. “I’m used to it.” She laughed softly but it was more of a sad sound than anything else. “I’m good at it now.”

“Would you ever go back?” He paused. “To nursing, I mean.”

She shrugged. “I don’t know.” Taking a sip of her water, she finally forced herself to look Nacho in the eyes again. A tiny smile worked its way back onto her face. “Lucky for you though, hm?”

He chuckled, nodding. “Very lucky.”

“If you’d gotten to me sooner you might not have scarred so much,” she said, nodding towards his torso, the scar running across his stomach covered by the t-shirt that he was wearing.

“Too bad I didn’t know where I was going.”

It was the perfect time for him to finally say something, tell her at least the good parts of his life before all of this. He knew now that she wasn’t ever going to bring herself to ask him. Whether it was out of respect or something else entirely, he didn’t know. He wanted to tell her. Part of him wanted to tell her everything, lay it all out on the table. Each night went by and he tried to figure out if the risk was worth the reward—telling her everything and having her accept him regardless would send him clean over the moon. But telling her everything only for her to decide that she wasn’t going to let him be the reason that she would have to start over again wasn’t something that he was ready for, wasn’t something that he thought he could handle.

He couldn’t bring himself to do it. Not yet. “Really think the scar is that bad?” he asked, humor in his voice as he lifted his shirt up enough to expose it.

She let out a real laugh at that. Shaking her head as she playfully swatted his hand, causing his shirt to drop again. “Cállate.” She finished off what was left in the glass before standing up to put it in the sink. “Plenty of girls love it. You’ll be fine, hermoso, don’t worry.”

The smile that spread across Nacho’s face was involuntary, as was the warmth that went through his chest at her words. He found himself shaking his head, just as much at Gaby as at himself. He was still on the brink of chuckling to himself when she turned back around to face him.

“What?” she asked, still smiling.

“Nothing,” he replied, not sure how to answer with the truth of what he was thinking in that moment.

She raked her fingers back through her hair, pushing it all behind her shoulders. “I’m going to bed.” Walking through the living room to get to the door to her bedroom, she rested her hand on Nacho’s shoulder for a moment as she went by. “Goodnight, Nacho.”

He almost lifted his hand to place it on hers, but he stopped himself. “Goodnight.”

He watched her disappear into her bedroom, shutting the door softly behind her. The warmth that lingered in his chest was battling it out with the pervasive thought that he didn’t want to be another person who made her start over. He couldn’t be the next man who cost her something like that.

It was a few days later when Gaby walked out into the living room, her phone pinned to her shoulder as she spoke to Nacho. “Do you think you could help my cousin at his shop today?”

Confusion flooded Nacho’s features. “What?”

She shook her head. “It’s just him and one other guy right now and he called out.” She saw the way that he was still very clearly lost. “Cars. He’s a mechanic.”

“Gaby, I don’t—”

“You got my car running last week.”

“I’m not a mechanic. I know a little bit, but—”

“I’ll owe you,” she said, clearly desperate to help her family.

Nacho sighed, knowing that there was no way the conversation was going to end with him not helping. Nodding, he gave in. “Okay. Yea. I can try to help.”

She let out a sigh of relief. “Thank you so much.”

Nacho watched and listened as she got back onto the phone with her cousin. There was something comforting about listening to the two of them converse. He could only hear one half of the conversation, but even so, the sound of her laughing, of her going back and forth with him in Spanish, it was heartwarming and heavy all at once. He thought about his dad. He could only imagine what the man would think about the situation Nacho was in now, what he’d have to say about it.

Trying not to get lost in the thoughts of it, he pushed himself up off the couch so he could grab his boots and get ready to leave. He didn’t get far before Gabriela came back over to him, throwing her arms around him in a hug.

“Thank you,” she said, speaking more into his chest than anything else.

It took some doing, but he finally let himself hug her back. “It’s fine.”

Pulling back, she beamed up at him. “He’s excited to meet you. I’ve told him all about you.” She laughed when she saw the panic flash across Nacho’s face. “Don’t worry, hermoso—I only told him the good things.”

It became another one of those things that they never really talked about. One day never seemed to stay just one day with them. His whole adult life Nacho seemed to constantly find himself getting in over his head, landing himself in situations that snowballed no matter how much he tried to fight it. This was the first time it felt good, though. For once the spiral felt like it was going upwards instead of down. Instead of accidentally landing himself in a mess that he couldn’t get out of, it almost felt like he was starting to build something resembling a life for himself. One that had a very pivotal centerpiece to it.

He got home one evening and she had beaten him there. She had her music on loud as she moved effortlessly around the kitchen, pulling something together for dinner. Her hips swayed and even though he couldn’t hear her, Nacho was almost certain that she was singing along with the words that played.

When she turned around and saw him standing just inside the door, she gasped. The shock on her face quickly faded, nerves dissipating as she laughed and turned the volume down just slightly.

“I tried to say hello when I walked in,” he came to his own defense, a smirk on his face as he toed off his boots.

She chuckled, the lid to a pot in one hand and the other on her hip. “I’m sure.”

Walking over, he scanned over everything that she had on the stove and the countertops. “Can I help?”

She gave him a once-over. “You can go clean yourself up,” she suggested with a laugh. “I don’t want motor oil getting into my tamales.”

Nacho chuckled and shook his head, but he didn’t put up any real fight about it. “I’ll be right back.”

She hummed in acknowledgment. “I’ll be here.”

He only got a few steps out of the kitchen before she turned the music back up. Looking back over his shoulder, he couldn’t help but to watch her for a few more seconds as she went right back to dancing and cooking.

The air of intimacy between them was unlike anything Nacho had ever experienced before. And he didn’t even think that Gaby was even going out of her way to create it. That’s just how she was—soft, inviting. The closest he’d ever physically been to her was when she hugged him. Once. He’d spent years weaving in and out of relationships and situationships with other women, but none of them had ever felt so comfortable. All of that and he was still spending every night on the couch.

“Here,” he offered with a quiet chuckle as he reached over Gaby for plates on a shelf that was nearly out of her reach, “I got it.”

She laughed, letting her head drop in mock shame as Nacho reached over her. “Thank you.”

They navigated their shared space so easily. Brushing hands and arms, soft laughs crossing in the air between them. He wondered if Gaby felt it too. Wondered if she was like him, not saying anything about it for fear of shattering the fragile bubble around them.

“Thank you,” Nacho said as he was cleaning the dishes after dinner.

Gaby tilted her head slightly a smile on her face. There was a hint of confusion in her expression as she said, “I should be thanking you.” She laughed. “It’s nice not always having to be the one to do dishes all the time anymore.”

One end of Nacho’s mouth tugged up into a smile for half a second. “No, I mean, thank you. For,” he took a deep breath, “all of it.”

Recognition flooded her face. Walking over, she leaned back against the counter that was beside the sink. Even if Nacho was having trouble looking her in the eyes, she didn’t share the same hesitation. “You’re welcome.” There was a long pause between them, Gaby waiting for Nacho to finally say whatever was on the tip of his tongue, Nacho waiting for her to switch topics or walk away so he wouldn’t have to say it all. Then Gaby continued. “I’ve never asked, because I know what it’s like to try and leave everything behind. It’s not easy.”

Nacho chuckled before he could stop himself. “No, it’s not.”

She waited for him to look over at her for a moment before saying, “Maybe it’s too late for me to ask. Maybe I should have asked weeks ago. But do I need to be worried?”

He shook head. “No.”

She studied his face closely as he said that. That was a promise that she’d heard before and she still had to watch her whole life crumble down around her. “You promise?”

“Promise.” He meant it. He felt like he was as safe as he was ever going to be existing in the little universe they’d created for themselves. But he also knew that if he even heard so much as a murmur, felt even the slightest change in the wind, he’d leave. He owed her at least that much.

She let the word hang between them for a moment before nodding. “Okay.” Reaching over, she rested her hand on his shoulder. “Thank you for the dishes.”

The smile on his face was small, almost shy after all of that. “You’re welcome.” He let her get a couple steps away before he spoke up again, mouth acting independently from his brain. “That first night…”

The silence that took over the apartment was suffocating. It lasted for a few agonizingly long seconds before Gaby’s soft footfalls could be heard, slowly making her way back over to him. She didn’t say anything, just finding her place against the counter once more. Her eyebrows lifted, a silent invitation for him to keep talking.

“That first night,” he started again, hoping to get the full sentence out this time, “when I saw you, I thought I was dying.” He couldn’t stop the bit of a chuckle that found its way into his voice as he ended the sentence.

Gaby, despite herself, had to smile a little at that too. “I thought so too.”

“That’s fair,” he said with a nod. “But, when I thought I was dying,” his eyes were focused intensely on the plate that he was washing, “and I saw you, I swear I thought you were an angel or something.”

Gaby laughed. It wasn’t the first time that she’d heard something like that. When she worked at the hospital, tending to people who were in crisis, fading in and out of consciousness and some of them very much on the brink of dying completely, there had been more than one patient who said something to that effect. She always took it in stride, and she did this time too, but it felt different hearing it from Nacho. Maybe because it was the first time that either of them spoke about that night at all.

“Not quite,” she told him, her voice soft.

“I don’t know,” Nacho shrugged as he set the dishes in the drying rack, “I think I had it right.”

She rolled her eyes but she was still smiling. “You’re sweet.”

“You saved my life.”

“I don’t think you were dying,” she countered, her voice still light. “I think you were exhausted and dehydrated.”

“No, I mean,” he shut the sink off and dried his hands, “the rest of it, too.”

She smiled, not quite sure how to respond to what he was saying. So many times over the previous weeks she thought about bringing it up, but it never went quite like this when she played it out in her head. She watched him closely as he leaned back against the counter right beside her.

“I’m glad that you found me,” she said, giving him credit where he truly felt that none was due. He turned his head to look at her and she added, “And I’m glad that you stayed.”

The only way that Nacho could explain what he felt at the sound of her words was saying it was as though his heart had tripped over its own feet. The beat got knocked off-kilter, nearly tumbling down a flight of stairs as he let himself feel the weight of what she’d said.

“I’m glad too,” he finally forced himself to speak, his voice coming out as barely a whisper.

They stood there beside each other for a moment. The outsides of their arms pressed against the other’s, contact running all the way down to where the outsides of their feet were just barely touching. There was something in the way that Gaby hardly ever seemed to shy away from looking him, or anyone really, in the eyes. Sometimes Nacho thought it was because she had nothing in the way of shame resting on her shoulders, nothing that would make her feel like she shouldn’t meet someone’s gaze. He wondered what that was like.

His eyes averted from hers, but just for the briefest moment as they wandered to her lips. She had a soft smile on, something that seemed so constant and natural for her. It was far from the first time that Nacho looked at her when she was like that and thought about kissing her, wondering what it would be like to be able to taste that kind of softness and comfort.

It wasn’t the first time the thought had crossed his mind, but it was the first time he made a move to do something about it. Reaching over, he cupped the side of her face before he could make himself stop. His thumb grazed along her cheek, eyes studying every aspect of her face, like he was admiring but also looking for any sign that he should quit while he might’ve still been ahead.

She didn’t pull away. There was no doubt or hesitation present in the way that she gently leaned into the contact, pressing cheek to palm. Her eyes shut, a little too long to be a blink. When she opened them again, looking up at Nacho through her eyelashes, he thought that he was going to sink clean through the floor beneath them.

His voice trembled slightly, sounding like a man that he didn’t even recognize as he whispered a soft, “Gaby…”

She reached up, threading her fingers with his. “Mhm?” she hummed.

He didn’t know if he actually had words ready to say in response, but if he did they all fell to the wayside. Leaning in, he carefully pressed his lips to hers. It was soft, tentative, nervous in a way that he hadn’t been around a woman in a long time. Part of him was still expecting her to pull away, but she didn’t. She leaned into him, her hand moving to rest flat against his chest. The erratic beating of his heart thrummed against her palm, and he could feel that same warm smile curl her lips as she continued to kiss him.

It was everything he could’ve ever wanted it to be and more.

He was keenly aware of everything about her, the way her hands slid to interlock behind his neck, the way she gently pulled him so that he was in front of her, putting her between him and the counter behind her. Nacho’s hands dropped to her waist for a moment before sliding up, fingers splaying across her back as he fought the urge to grip onto her shirt and pull her tighter, like she was at risk of slipping away from him.

She felt it, too, the tension that was beginning to rear its head as his lips moved against hers. She pulled away, not far, just enough so that she could look him in the eyes and make him look at her.

“Hey,” she brought her hand to his cheek, “you’re okay.”

His shoulders sagged in relief as she voice washed over him. He let his forehead drop to rest against hers, eyes drifting shut for a moment as he tried to soak it in, not just feel what she was saying but actually believe it too. Her fingertips were so soft as they trailed down the side of his face, pads of her fingers as they roamed over the stubble that was beginning to grow in again.

Tilting her chin up just slightly, she kissed him again, tender and quick. Nacho smiled, letting out a breath he didn’t realize he’d started to hold. He pulled her closer, not out of fear, but because it just felt like the small span of space between them was too much. Gaby melted into him, hands on the sides of his neck, the tips of her fingers just barely interlocking behind.

“Come on, hermoso,” there was gentle laughter in her voice as she pushed against him, separating herself from the counter so she could start pulling him out of the kitchen, “let’s go to bed.”

It was a strange moment when Nacho realized that the couch wasn’t going to be bed. His eyes only drifted away from Gaby for a moment, looking back at where his blankets and pillows were all still stacked so neatly at the end of the sofa. But then he felt the way her fingers trailed against his palm and all of his attention went back to her.

He let her pull him across the threshold and into her room. He didn’t even have it in him to look around, his eyes fixed on her and her alone. As she flicked on the lights of her bedroom, the only thing Nacho could think was that he hoped that, just like everything else about them, this wasn’t going to be just one night.

[depressopax]

Distraction | Nacho Varga Scenario

Fandom - Better call Saul

Pairing: Nacho Varga x female reader Genre: Pure smut, no plot tbh  Warning(s): Sexual content. MDNI. Fem!reader. Sub!Nacho+Domme!Reader, oral (both receiving), p in v, cussing, praise kink, rough sex. Spanish nicknames (correct me if I got something wrong!) Words: 1.9K (oop-) Summary: Reader helps their boyfriend Nacho relax after an eventful day at work.  English is not my main language, if I make any spelling mistakes please let me know so I can improve my writing! <3

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“You sure you’re ok?”

You ask your boyfriend, who’s been quiet all night after work. You’re in bed together but he seems lost in thoughts. He doesn’t like talking about work and you don’t pressure him into it. You know what he does is dangerous, which means you’re always worried for him. But especially tonight, when he barely has uttered a word to you. 

“Hey…” You say, gently grabbing his chin and tilting his head to look at you. His warm brown eyes meet yours when he wakes him up from his trance. He grabs your wrist and moves your hand from his chin to his cheek. He sighs and leans into your touch as you caress his cheek, feeling his stubble tickle the palm of it. “Nacho?”

“Hmmm? Yea, I’m fine.”

“You don’t seem fine.” 

“I…” He is about to reply with a snarky comment, but seeing the genuine worry in your eyes makes his face soften. “Rough day.”

“What happened?”

“Tuco being fuckin’ insane, as usual.” His voice is bitter.

“You wanna talk about it?”

You’re not surprised when he shakes his head. 

“No. I need some distraction.” 

You smirk at this and he grabs your shoulder and lays you down on top of him. His rough hands travel down your back and squeeze your ass. He looks very smug as you moan.

“Hmm, what kind of distraction?” 

“Don’t play games with me.” He growls, desperately reaching for your lips. But you feel like playing games so you pull away and he stares at you in disbelief. 

“You gonna beg for it?” He rolls his eyes in response, his face turning red. 

“Don’t be a brat.” He warns. 

Nacho is used to being the one in charge, but you feel like stirring the pot a bit. 

Still laying over him, you move your legs on each side of his hips. You straddle over him and then, at last, meet his lips. You can feel his smirk against your lips and it’s like he’s waiting to take charge. Not tonight. He parts his soft lips slightly and you slip your tongue into his mouth, taking control of it. You find yourselves in a sloppy makeout session and only pull away to breathe before going back in. Nacho grunts and buckles his hips up, trying to push you off and change positions. Usually, he would succeed but he is too into the kisses to care. Your hands travel to the hem of his white shirt and your boyfriend gasps as your cold fingers dance over his warm skin, stroking his hard muscles up and down. He involuntarily squirms as your hands roam over his chest, causing his nipples to harden under your cold palm.

“Your hands are always so damn cold.” He murmurs but doesn’t really seem bothered by it right now. 

Nacho's face is turning red and his chest heaves along with his ragged breathing. 

Impatiently he helps you toss the shirt aside and quickly works on your shirt. He almost rips it open in anticipation and you let him take control momentarily. But when he sits up to undo the bra, you simply push him down in bed again and squeeze your legs tighter around him to keep him in place. You rub yourself against him only to feel the bulge in his jeans brush against your ass. With one swift motion you get rid of your pants, letting them join the shirts on the floor. You’re already wet from anticipation. Nacho’s hands grips your asscheek and carefully moves you down a bit only to make you feel his erection against the thin fabric of the panties as his way of saying: Look what you’re doing to me. 

He finally seems more relaxed and his face is hot and red from arousal. With his fingers rubbing your clit through the wetness of the panties, he says:

“Please…” The voice is surprisingly soft with a hint of desperation. 

“‘Please’ what…?” 

“...Please, touch me.”

“Why should I?” You say in a soft voice, unzipping his jeans and rubbing the wet spot on his boxers. He lets out a moan. “Why?”

“I-” He swallows. “Fuck… I’ll do anything.”

“...Anything?” 

He nods and with a chuckle you help him off with the boxers. He almost sighs in relief as you free his boner, allowing it to stand free and proudly. His swollen tip is already leaking from excitement and his breathing is heavier now. You give him a few strokes only to stop as he grows more excited. 

With a grin, you lick your palm, tasting the bitterness of him. His eyes almost roll back from the sight. With eyes on him and his reactions you undo the bra and toss it over the other clothes. Nacho’s gaze hungrily wanders your body, paying extra close attention to your breasts, wanting nothing more but to squeeze and kiss them.

“You’re killing me…” He whispers and reaches out his hands to touch you. You pull him into a quick, desperate kiss before turning around. Still being on top of him, you straddle on top, your dripping pussy right above his face whilst you face his throbbing cock. He wastes no second before digging in, grabbing your ass and pushing your sex against his face. You let out a loud moan as his warm mouth attacks your most sensitive parts. You stroke his neglected cock a few times before teasing the already swollen tip by kissing it and swirling your tongue on it. He moans against your pussy and jerks into your mouth, causing you to gag slightly as he hits the back of your throat. 

He mumbles a “Sorry” before going back to eating you out. 

It doesn’t take long before Nacho cums, coating your tongue with salty, warm fluids. Only shortly after him you climax too. It usually takes longer, but his skilled tongue and eager mouth makes it hard to hold back. You almost scream his name as he rapidly flickers his tongue against your clit and stretches you with his thick fingers. You cover his face with your juices when done. 

“Fuck… You’re amazing” He pants, his lips red and swollen as he sucks in a desperate breath and tastes the juices covering his chin.

“I’m not done with you yet.” You say firmly, surprising the both of you with the authority and determination in your voice. He nods eagerly. Your legs shake and the inner thighs coated in your own wetness as you once again straddle him. This time he doesn’t fight back. Your boyfriend is in pure bliss right now, staring at you in admiration, as if you were a goddess for him to worship. 

After jerking him hard and rolling the condom in place, you grab the base of his dick, guiding yourself down on it, the thickness stretching you out. Moaning in union, Nacho grabs onto your hips in desperation. You slap his hand away and start moving, once again moaning in union, the pleasure and heat rising in the bedroom. You grab his wrists and pin his arms above the headboard. He cusses in Spanish as you completely take control, leaving him no choice but to lay still and let you use him however you want. The idea frustrates yet turns him on. You move quicker and harder and Nacho bites his lip to muffle a moan. Your grip on his wrists tightens.

“Moan for me”“N-no.” He seems ashamed over his stutters. You suddenly stop moving and Nacho's eyes widen. He shakes his head. “Mi reina… Don’t fucking stop now”

“Will you be a good boy?”

“Yes…” A whimper leaves his lips and he swallows hard, sweat dripping down his forehead. His cock twitches inside of you and he tries to keep some composure. 

“I’ll be a good boy, I’ll be a good boy…” He breathes hoarsely.  

Those whimpers are enough to give him what he wants. 

You move roughly, causing the both of you discomfort and pleasure at the same time. Nacho’s in pure heaven and moans your name and squirms underneath you. At this point he doesn’t care about how he sounds or what he does. He wants to be pathetic for you, he wants to be completely submissive to you and have you use his dick for your own pleasure. 

He whimpers every time you tease him by slowing down right before his climax, keeping him on edge. You keep him from cumming until he’s shaking from frustration.

“Mi reina… P-please…”

You leave more hickeys on his sensitive, bruised throat and he can only lift his head to give you better access to his sweet spots. He’s desperate for any type of contact, especially more of those lovemarks you’ve left on his throat, shoulders, chest and thighs. 

He’s totally submissive for you right now, and would never dare admit just how much he loves it. 

“How long have I tortured you for, pretty boy?”

“For too long… Please, amor…” 

His arms have been free from your grip for a long time ago, but they’ve fallen limp to his sides, too weak and lost in pleasure to remember touching you, up until now. As you continue riding his cock, he rubs his thumb over your clit lazily in an attempt to convince you to end the teasing right now. You too are on edge, but you’re having too fun teasing him. Your walls clench around him as you get closer to an orgasm.

“You can cum, Ignacio” You murmur and lean in to hug him, deepening the penetration. “Cum for me, good boy.”

He is eager to obey. With his fingers digging into your back, he moans and whimpers loudly as he cums, finally letting go of the built-up tension. He releases a thick load into the condom and shivers from pleasure. You’re not far behind with your own orgasm that wettens the sheets underneath your intertwined bodies. 

Afterwards, you keep holding each other, coming down from the high together. He goes soft inside of you and pulls out as you collapse on bed next to Nacho. Your body feels like jelly when you relax next to your beautiful but exhausted boyfriend. He turns to his side and strokes your cheeks lovingly, his brown eyes capturing and memorizing your beauty. He looks at you so softly it almost makes you blush. He smiles at you.

“You’re amazing, you know that right?”

“I know.” You tease.

“Good. Because you fuckin’ are.” 

He pulls you close and places a kiss on your warm, sweaty forehead. 

“Remember what you were so tense about earlier?”

“Nah. You fucked me good.” He says with a grin.

“And I’d do it again”

He nods, keen to the idea of being slutted out by you again. It feels like all his anxieties and stress is gone, if only momentarily, from letting you ride him and leave marks on his skin. 

“Come here.” Nacho murmurs. Your boyfriend pulls you close, hugging you against his muscular chest as he sighs contentedly, feeling good for the first time in a while. 

Relaxed and satisfied, it doesn’t take him long to fall asleep with his strong arms wrapped around you. 

That night, he doesn’t wake up in distress, nor does he have nightmares. His body feels sore yet relaxed, and his dreams are filled with you, and your healing touch.

I NEED THIS MFING MAN IN MY LIFE- 😩💕 If you liked this story, feel free to repost, like or comment! Would mean a lot <3

[slavhew]

Title: Betting on Losing Dogs

Fandom(s): Breaking Bad, Better Call Saul

Rating: M

Category: Gen

Pairings: Jesse Pinkman & Ignacio "Nacho" Varga, Mike Ehrmantraut & Jesse Pinkman, Mike Ehrmantraut & Ignacio "Nacho" Varga, Ignacio "Nacho" Varga & Manuel Varga

Summary: One Ignacio Varga had missed his perfect moment to die. Now, at 25 years old, he's still bound to the same business by a different master. He counts his days with the air of a person who'd just missed their last train home. Enter Jesse Pinkman, a man who pushes all the wrong buttons by just existing in his space. Survival is a tall task in their business, even when coworkers aren't at each other's throats the entire time. But then again, misery loves company.

The world may prefer their martyrs dead, but wouldn't it be nice if all that pain amounted to something?

Finally got around to writing and posting the prologue to the Nacho Varga Lives AU ft. Nachojesse bromance! I wrote this while away for the holidays, and hope you enjoy it while I work on the next one

[art-by-jas]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Better Call Saul (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Eduardo "Lalo" Salamanca/Original Female Character(s), Eduardo "Lalo" Salamanca & Original Female Character(s), Ignacio "Nacho" Varga & Original Female Character(s), Domingo "Krazy-8" Molina & Original Female Character(s) Characters: Eduardo "Lalo" Salamanca, Ignacio "Nacho" Varga, Domingo "Krazy-8" Molina, Original Female Character(s), Daniella Molina (OFC) Additional Tags: Original Character(s), Original Female Character(s) - Freeform, First Meetings, Best Friend Ignacio Varga, Canon Compliant, Cousin Domingo Molina Summary:

𝖣ɑ𝗇𝗂𝖾𝗅𝗅ɑ "𝖣ɑ𝗇𝗂" 𝖬𝗈𝗅𝗂𝗇ɑ, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝖣𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗈 "𝖪𝗋𝖺𝗓𝗒-𝟪" 𝖬𝗈𝗅𝗂𝗇ɑ, 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗂𝗏𝖾𝖽 ɑ 𝗍𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖤𝗅 𝖬𝗂𝖼𝗁𝗈ɑ𝖼ɑ́𝗇𝗈, 𝖭ɑ𝖼𝗁𝗈 ɑ𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗌ɑ𝗀𝖾. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗆𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗌𝗌' 𝗇𝖾𝗉𝗁𝖾𝗐, 𝖤𝖽𝗎ɑ𝗋𝖽𝗈 '𝖫ɑ𝗅𝗈' 𝖲ɑ𝗅ɑ𝗆ɑ𝗇𝖼ɑ, 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗉𝗅ɑ𝗇𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝖻𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 ɑ𝗌 𝗎𝗌𝗎ɑ𝗅. 𝖧𝖾 𝗍ɑ𝗄𝖾𝗌 ɑ 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖣ɑ𝗇𝗂 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗍𝗋ɑ𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 ɑ𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝖾ɑ𝗋, 𝗎𝗇𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇. 𝖭ɑ𝖼𝗁𝗈 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 ɑ𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖣ɑ𝗇𝗂 ɑ𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗐ɑ𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗆ɑ𝗄𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁ɑ𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋.

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Dog Eat Dog: A Jesse Pinkman x Nacho Varga Omegaverse Fanfiction

"When Jesse Pinkman discovers that he is carrying the child of deceased psychopath Todd Alquist, the realization that he can never be free of his past drives him to the brink of suicide. When he finds that he is unable to end the life he is carrying, he constructs a gruesome plan that will result in his death while sparing the life of the child, but it's a plan he can't carry out alone. His final mission takes him back to Mexico, to the doctor that saved Gustavo Fring and Michael Ehrmantraut. Jesse is prepared to die and finally know peace.

What he isn't prepared for is Ignacio Varga."

Hiiiii I'm writing a thing on AO3 under a new pen name, I'm also looking for beta & ARC readers for this and other projects.

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““One day,” he says.

“And I’m just supposed to wait around?”

“No,” he says. “Of course not.”

She pauses again, feeling her chest tighten. The problem is, she would. She would wait for him, for years and years. Until the time was right. Until he felt that the time was right. Until he was ready. The problem is she had already been waiting, sometimes all her life, it seemed. She’s always waiting for him, and she knows, as she stands there, she wouldn’t have a problem waiting for him, all her life. She would do it in the blink of an eye.

But she can’t tell him any of that, and he can’t tell her all the reasons he needs her to wait, and so they stand, suspended in a misunderstanding that stretches past them and beyond them and around them — and neither of them move a step towards the other.”

Ignacio Varga has been in love with one girl his entire life. Childhood sweetheart, girl-next-door, Sophie. But he can’t let himself be anywhere near her until he’s rid of all the darkness he carries within.

But life doesn’t work out as we plan, or expect. And because of that darkness, he finds himself forced to be with Sophie in order to keep her safe from that very same thing.

This is IN BETWEEN THE LINES.

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Tip VI

Pairing: Nacho Varga x OC

Night melted into morning and, as Nacho and Sarah lay on the couch, their words got a little less guarded. Nacho suggested retaliation and Sarah shot him down every single time.

"Let me take care of it, Sarah," Nacho gently prodded.

He sat on the opposite end of the sofa, Sarah's feet in his lap. His fingers worked from the bottom of her feet, rubbing and circling like he'd been born and trained for it, all the way up to her knee and back down again. "I'll go... have a talk with him."

Sarah sighed, her head laid back against the arm of the couch. She felt Lola shift beside her, sandwiched between her rib and the cushion, and gave her a scratch behind her ear. "No. No way."

"Why not?" Nacho asked, rubbing his palm over the plane of her leg. His finger circled her ankle lightly, before making it's way back down again. "I can handle him."

Sarah relaxed a little further against him, turning to putty when both hands moved up, massaging her calves. "I don't doubt that you can, I just don't want you getting into trouble for me."

Nacho glanced at her though the corner of his eye and shook his head. "I won't."

"C'mon, you don't know that," Sarah sat up on her elbows, the black shirt rising on her stomach as she did. Nacho's eyes left her own and skimmed up her legs, over the lace panties he knew he'd be dreaming about for weeks, and onto the skin of her stomach, greedily drinking in the sight. Sarah's eyes blazed and she snapped her fingers at him, her frown deepening. "Hey, I don't want you going to jail! Especially not for me."

"Sarah -"

She pulled her legs out of his lap, missing the pleasant warmth of his hands the moment she did. "No, Nacho. My answer is no. I don't want you going down there. I just want to... forget. Move on."

Nacho sighed and leaned forward, his elbows on his knees and his head bowed. He brought his thumbs up to pinch the bridge of his nose, frustration clear on his face. Sarah could see the muscle in his jaw tick before he spoke. "Alright."

"Thank you," Sarah said, her voice quiet. She leaned up to match his position and threaded her arm through his own. She leaned her head against his shoulder while her fingers toyed with the leather bracelet on his wrist.

Nacho let out a deep breath and then turned his head to her again. "Did you give my offer any thought?"

"A little," Sarah admitted softly. "Are you sure your Dad wouldn't mind?"

Nacho gave her a small smile. "Of course not."

"Does he know that you're even offering a job on his behalf?" Sarah asked. "I wouldn't want to cause him any trouble."

Nacho pulled her with him as he leaned back against the cushion. Sarah chuckled lightly, but leaned into him, resting her head on his chest and wrapping her one arm around his waist. Her legs found their way over his and he lay one hand just above her knee while the other wandered over her side and under the hem of her shirt, his fingers splaying out across her hip, careful of the bruises he so desperately wanted to avenge. "He welcomes the help."

"And you're positive he isn't going to be blindsided by this?" Sarah pushed. "I don't -"

Nacho leaned down and captured her lips in a quick kiss. "Trust me."

"I do," Sarah smiled, their faces still only inches apart.

Nacho pecked her lips again and said, "Good."

"I was wondering," Sarah started after a while, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth. "Not that I'm rushing you or whoever, or anything like that, but... have you heard anything about my car?"

"Only a little," Nacho admitted, then he remembered something that one of the guy's had said to him. "Speaking of your car, did you have any leaks that you knew about?"

Sarah shook her head. "No... but, I wouldn't really have noticed unless it was kinda obvious. Why?"

"Your radiator was cracked," he told her. "It hadn't been for long, because it would've overheated before now, but," he blinked, taking her features in, "...you ever seen anyone around your car?"

"W-What do you mean?" Sarah asked, reeling back at the insinuation. "You have to be more specific."

Nacho sighed. "Have you ever seen anyone suspicious around your car?"

"No," Sarah said quickly. "Why? Do you - do you think what happened was deliberate?"

"We're thinking so, yeah." Nacho nodded. "Did that bastard ever go near your car at work?"

"No, never," Sarah assured him. "I always parked near the road in front of the diner... I would've seen if he did."

"Okay." Nacho stared into her eyes. "Does he know where you live?"

Sarah paled, her heart thudding wildly in her chest. "No, I don't think so."

"I'm going to get another lock for your door. Extra protection," Nacho said in an attempt to reassure her. "Just to put us at ease, yeah?"

Sarah nodded, her eyes beginning to water. "Yeah."

"Hey," Nacho said quietly. "It's alright. I won't let anything happen to you."

Sarah sniffed and nodded again. "I know."

Nacho rubbed her back, his hand big and burning, the heat of it seeping through her shirt and straight into her bones.

Nacho saw the anxiety that threatened to overtake her again, and decided to change the subject. "Let's go out to eat."

"Are you hungry?" Sarah sniffed, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. She started to get up, but Nacho grabbed her wrist gently. "Nacho, I can make you something if you're hung-"

Nacho shook his head lightly, his lips pulled back in a small smile. "No, no. I want to take you out."

"Take me out?" Sarah repeated quietly. "Out as in... a date?"

"Yeah," Nacho raised a scarred eyebrow, but his smile only stretched farther. Sarah thought it might have been the only time she'd ever seen him smile - a real smile with teeth and everything. "A date."

Heat bloomed across Sarah's face, the redness bringing her freckles to life, and she laughed, the sound airy and smooth. Nacho forgot how much he loved her laugh - genuine and uncaring. She covered her cheeks with her fingers, the suddenness of his request rendering her speechless.

Nacho snorted a laugh and tugged her hands away, scolding her gently. "Don't hide from me. You look cute when you're blushing."

Sarah chuckled and shook her head, her face a tinge more red than before. "You're ridiculous."

"What do you say?" He asked her again, his eyes sincere. "Do you want to go on a date me?"

"Yes," Sarah nodded, her face still flushed. "I'd love to go on a date with you."

Nacho pulled her in, pressing a kiss to her forehead before he leaned down and done the same with her lips. He lingered there for a moment before he pulled away. "I'm going to go back to my apartment to take a shower. I'll pick you up say... eight o'clock?"

Sarah smiled. "Eight sounds perfect."

"Okay," Nacho said back. "I'll see you then."

A few hours later Sarah stood in front of her mirror, her makeup smokey and her hair curled just so. She tightened the towel around her and sighed, going over every outfit she had in her head. The blue dress was too frumpy, a gift from her sister a few years back, and the red one was too cutesy for a date, she thought, mentally cringing at the image of her in the frilly skirt with little white flowers sitting next to what she could only imagine Nacho would show up in.

He liked to look nice most days - would it be the same on a date or would he be even more dressed up than usual? What if she was over-dressed and looked like a fool next to him?

Sarah groaned and plopped herself on her bed, her hands picking at the end of a curl nervously. Her knee bounced, her nervousness personified, but then, like something out of a fairy tale - real life magic - she remembered the dress she wore to her sister's graduation.

She dashed to the closet and swung the doors open wide, her hands making quick work of going through the racks. She shoved and pulled at every article of clothing she owned until finally she saw it, hanging by its lonesome at the back of her closet. Gingerly she pulled it off the rack and sniffed it - she didn't want to risk smelling like mildew - and smiled when the smell of her detergent met her nose. She quickly pulled on her best pair of matching underwear - black lace - and pulled the dress on over top. She spritzed a few sprays of her favorite fragrance onto her, inhaling the vanilla that now perfumed her bedroom.

Staring into the mirror, her painted lips stretched into a wide smile. She turned sideways, pulling at the bottom a bit, and smoothed out all the wrinkles. She had to admit, as shallow as she thought she might sound, she looked nicer than she had in as long as she could remember.

She pulled on a pair of black heeled booties and threw a layered necklace on just as a knock sounded on her door.

With a long, deep breath to calm herself she walked to the door and opened it.

"Wow," Nacho said, his eyes raking over her from her head to her feet. She noticed how his gaze lingered on the heels, and how he tugged his lip into his mouth at the mere sight of them, before he tore his eyes away from them and held the bundle of flowers out to her. "You look... wow."

Sarah blushed again, but took the flowers all the same. "How did you know I like lilies?"

Nacho shrugged. "I didn't take you for a roses type of girl."

Sarah hummed and filled a vase with water, gently arranging the flowers on her kitchen counter. "They're beautiful, Nacho. Thank you."

"They don't have anything on you," Nacho said with a grin. "You look amazing."

Sarah gave him a slow twirl. "You think so?"

"My eyes won't be the only ones glued to you tonight," Nacho promised, his voice thick. "I might have to take a baseball bat in with me. Beat all the other guys away from you."

Sarah laughed, the same beautiful one as before, and Nacho's chest puffed with pride. He was the one to pull that sound from her. "Alright, Casanova, let's get going."

"After you," Nacho gestured, shutting the door and locking it behind them.

The restaurant he took her to was more upscale than any she'd ever been to. There were waiters in tuxes, carrying trays of food still sizzling on the plates. She'd already downed a glass or two of wine - enough to loosen her tongue and actions - and found herself laughing when Nacho commented on how beautiful she looked every time the chance arose.

"Look," he nodded subtly toward a woman leering in their direction. "Even the women here are checking you out."

Sarah cackled loudly, and a few heads turned in their direction. Sarah ducked her head a bit, but the sound still flowed past her lips. "More like she's upset because I'm here with the most handsome guy in the place."

Nacho shook his head, his eyes crinkling in the corners. "That wine's kicking in, huh?"

"Something like that," Sarah admitted with a grin. "This is the best night I've had in a really long time."

Nacho nodded, his eyes trained on her. "Yeah. Me too."

"I like you, Nacho. I really, really like you," Sarah told him softly. "I've gotta be honest, it kinda scares me."

"What's there to be scared of?" Nacho asked. "I wouldn't ever hurt you."

Sarah raised her glass to him and took another sip of wine. "I know, but... I've never had the best luck when it comes to relationships."

"Well," Nacho said lightly, mimicking her action with the glass, he raised his to her. "Here's to me being the one to break that streak."

Sarah smiled and leaned across the table. Nacho got the hint and closed the gap, pressing his lips to hers.

Some of the other patrons rolled their eyes, and some didn't even notice.

The man in the farthest corner, baseball cap pulled down over his eyes, noticed, and he seethed with anger. He threw some cash down onto the table and stalked out of the establishment. The walk to his car was a short one, and when he got inside he found himself staring through the window at the happy couple.

His eyes blazed when he saw him take Sarah's hand into his own.

The man tore off his cap and ran his hand through his dark, curly hair in a fit of pure rage. He started the car and peeled out of the parking lot, tires screeching.

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THIS LITERALLY TOOK ME FOREVER. Lmao. But the first chapter is finally finished and I’m so excited for the story to actually begin. Just to let you all know, this is meant to be an explicit book, meaning there is going to be graphic violence, sex scenes, drug use, and much of the canon violence we’re used to, plus more because I am lowkey a slut for Lalo Salamanca and I just need to write about my shameless imagines about this man. UGGGH.

Hope you enjoy!

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Better Call Saul (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Eduardo "Lalo" Salamanca/Original Female Character(s), Jimmy McGill | Saul Goodman/Kim Wexler Characters: Original Characters, Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s), Jimmy McGill | Saul Goodman, Eduardo "Lalo" Salamanca, Mike Ehrmantraut, Gustavo Fring, Ignacio "Nacho" Varga, Howard Hamlin, Hector Salamanca, Tuco Salamanca, Domingo "Krazy-8" Molina, Marco Salamanca, Leonel Salamanca, Manuel Varga, Francesca Liddy, Eladio Vuente, Juan Bolsa, Huell Babineaux, Abuelita Salamanca Additional Tags: Friends to Lovers, Partners to Lovers, Partners in Crime, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Married Life, Fake Marriage, Two Bad People Falling In Love, Spoilers, Pre-Canon, Eventual Smut, Eventual Romance, Eventual Sex Summary:

In the year 2004, Lalo Salamanca is pronounced dead by the Mexican Police when they find a charred body on his ranch with half a dozen other corpses surrounding the land. And his wife, Alessandra Vuente, daughter of Don Eladio, heiress to a billion-dollar criminal empire, and mother of the modern drug trade has left the comfort of her home in Mexico to the rat-infested hills of Alberqurque to find out who exactly put the hit on him.

But the truth is, Lalo isn't dead, and this isn't a revenge story. Not yet anyway. Because the story doesn't begin until Alessandra is found by Lalo on Don Eladio's ranch a decade before, wielding an ax, and slicing it straight through a man's face without so much of a wince. With her dress bloodied and a weapon massed in brain matter, Lalo has just found that spark he has been missing for so very long. A tangled love affair, mixed with drugs, violence, and gore, and terrorizing the DEA in more ways than one.