#nacho x reader

[smartietheclown]

Prompt: How would a BCS/BRBA character react to being locked in a collar?

technically swf but plz 18+ 🙏

gender neutral reader

Lalo, Nacho, Eladio, Gus, Mike, Tuco, Saul

(in that order)

WC: 2K

Lalo

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He was initially confused, pulling at the metal collar around his neck.

“What is this? You think you can leash me?” He said with furrowed brows and a contradicting smile.

“What? First time?” You flashed a condescending grin. He yanked at the chain, trying to lunge at you. His deep forehead wrinkles were prominent from his expression. You flinched then laughed.

“This is ridiculous.” He scoffed. His shock was beginning to turn to anger. “So what now? Hmm?” He shook his head. “'Cause this is a lot of effort just to kill me, no?” He raised his brows as you stalked over to him. You didn’t say anything for a moment, just happy to take in the sight before you.

“Now, why would I kill you?” You asked with puckered lips. You leaned down to look him in his dark eyes. “I could make a lot of ransom money off you, Lalo.” You traced your fingertip over his jawline.

“Estas loco. You think you can ransom a Salamanca? You’ll die trying.” He scoffed. You sucked on your lips and brushed his short hair behind his ear, almost scratching it like you would a dog.

“Hmm…” You thought about his words and took a deep breath. “Maybe I should get you a muzzle, mutt.” You laughed and stood up, staring down at the once powerful Salamanca.

Nacho

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Nacho pulled at the collar around his neck. He was ashamed to have been caught in such a humiliating position. Small grunts escaped his chapped lips.

“I like the new look.” You winked and walked over to him. “Suits you well.”

“What is this?” He looked up at you with wide, frustrated eyes. “A fucking collar?” His face glistened with sweat.

“I’m thinking about adding a bell to it? Maybe upgrade it from itchy metal to leather?”You joked and watched the veins in his neck protrude with anger.

“Like I’m some sort of pet?” His big eyes bore into yours. You giggled and ran your hands down his muscular arms, giving his biceps a nice squeeze. He tensed at your touch and for a moment, he was taken aback by your gentleness. You brought your hands down to his and held them.

“You be good for me, okay? Then we can talk about accommodations. I don’t want to have to hurt you.” You said with a soft voice. A mixture of emotions coursed through Nacho’s veins. Confusion, frustration, anger, shame, and shock. His chest heaved up and down.

“Okay…” He said with hesitation, looking around the room and then back at you. He knew there wasn’t a clear way out of this. He’d need time to formulate a plan of action. A little smile curled your lips, excited to see what stunts he was going to pull.

Eladio

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It was the last thing expected, being on his knees, chained to the floor, and covered in dust. He was a big man, it was hard to make him feel small. But this, this made him feel tiny.

“Como estás, Don Eladio?” You greeted him. “You look much different from how I’m used to seeing you.” You looked him up and down with a finger to your chin.

“You get me out of this prison, now.” His face was stone cold, contrasting with your blissful expression.

“Aww, but that would be no fun.” You lit a cigar between your fingers. Eladio’s brows furrowed.

“Where did you get those?” He asked with a raspy voice.

“Your car. Two full cases of cigars are a bit much, don’t you think?” You blew the smoke into his face. You smacked your lips, tasting the tobacco from the cigar. “Hmm, I’ve had better.” You were about to throw it on the ground, but paused. “You want a puff?” You asked.

Eladio watched you carefully as you brought the cigar down to his lips. He looked between you and the cigar before taking a couple of inhales.

“There you go~” you praised. He exhaled through his nose and let out a dry cough. He licked his lips and motioned for you to bring the cigar back. You smirked and dropped it on the ground.

“Oops!” You brought a hand to your mouth and crushed the cigar with your foot. “Aw… I’m so sorry, Eladio. I dropped it.” You gave him a dramatic frown. He stared down at the crushed cigar.

“When I get out of here, I’ll make you wish you were never born.” He growled. You laughed and smeared the cigar’s remains across the floor with your foot.

“I’m sure you will.”

Gus

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“What’s the purpose of this?” His eyes bore deep into your soul, and his nostrils flared. You waltzed over to him and ran a hand over his short hair, satisfied by how soft it was.

Your lack of an answer drove him crazy. He couldn’t read your expression. Something between excitement and content. You ran your nails over his soft cheek and under his chin. You grabbed his jaw and sighed with half-open eyes.

“You look so beautiful like this.” You praised him. His under-eyes twitched at your comment. “Can’t use your big brain to get out of this one, I’m afraid.” You teased.

“Tell me why. What have I done to you to deserve this?” He hissed. You giggled and shook his face in your hand.

“Because you’re just too cute!!” Your chest jumped with excitement. “Everyone wants a cute little pet. How could I pass up the chicken man? So smart, strategic. Cute and deadly like a poisonous flower. Not nearly as fragile, though.” You let go and dropped into a squat to be eye level with him. He watched you intently. “You’ll learn to like it here, I promise.” You give him a couple of soft smacks on his cheek.

Mike

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Immediately pissed off.

So angry, his face went bright red. He curled his bottom lip over his front teeth, a frown so large it’s almost comical. His chest heaved up and down, and his whole body trembled with fury. Maybe for a minute, he thinks he can convince you to unlock it and let

him go.

“Get me out of this thing, now.” His voice rumbled in his throat. You laughed and twirled the key ring in your fingers. Your heart pounded as you watched him pull on the chain connecting him to the concrete floor. The thrill of having a dangerous man at your fingertips never got old. He made a series of grunts before huffing and giving up.

“Sorry, no can do.” You smiled and walked close enough to where he couldn’t reach you.

“Why are you doing this?” He said through his teeth. Apparently, he wanted a response other than a shrug as he scoffed loudly. “You’re a sick freak.” He pointed a shaken finger at you.

“And you’re the one stuck on their knees in front of me.” You tapped his nose, and a small growl escaped his lips. In a flash, he grabbed your wrist, and you gasped. His eyes were intense and full of rage. A smile crept onto your face. “Uh oh, you got me!” Knowing there wasn’t much more he could do, he let you rip your arm out of his grasp. You rolled your eyes, rubbing the slightly sore area. “Jesus, that was rude. So ill behaved, I guess we’ll have to find out if you can discipline an old dog with new rules.” You smiled as he ground his teeth.

Tuco

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The historical screaming started immediately. He thrashed against the collar and yanked the chain. For a moment, you were worried he’d rip the chain from the floor. He screamed and swore at you until you got annoyed.

“Calm down, drama queen!” You yelled over him.

“IM GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU, BITCH!” He yelled back. He was pushing so hard against the collar, it strained his voice.

“Tuco, please, you’re going to crush your trachea!” He swung his arms out in a desperate attempt to grab you. Rolling your eyes, you pulled out your gun and pointed it towards him.

“Calm. Down.” You ordered. He didn’t seem to notice or care as he screamed and used all his might to strain against the collar. A loud bang snapped him to the present. He was breathing heavily, but his movements slowed down. His eyes followed the sound, a small chip in the concrete floor next to his knee. He stared at it for a while with flared nostrils. His breathing was so heavy that he was beginning to feel lightheaded. His head swayed as the blood rush started to diminish.

“Calm. I’m calm.” He said through his teeth, tugging at the collar with one hand. He spat on the floor, clearing the dried mucus from his throat.

“Good boy.” You smiled and kept the gun pointed at him.

“Don’t call me that.” He yanked on the collar one more time. Another shot echoed through the concrete room. This time, you shot the ceiling above his head.

“You don’t get a say in what I call you.” You hissed and walked a few feet forward. “Do you understand, Tuco? You’re mine now. You’re my bitch.” You said in a low voice, just out of his reach. He growled, his face flushed with rage.

Saul

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Saul swallowed thickly, following the short chain with his eyes. His blood pressure was through the roof.

“Hello?!” He yelled out into the empty room. He looked around, It was eerily quiet. He jumped when he spotted you in the darkest corner of the room. “Uhm… hello?” His voice cracked. You pushed yourself off the wall and walked into the light.

“You…?” Saul said breathlessly. “You did this?” He motioned to the collar, attempting to adjust the uncomfortable fit.

“Oh, honey, are you surprised?” You tilted your brows up and smiled. You paused in front of him and played with his thinning hair. The corners of his mouth twitched.

“Why? I mean- why are you doing this? I thought we were on good terms, you and I.” He chuckled nervously, moving his hands in the air. To be honest, your fingers in his hair were quite distracting. “Look, if this is about something I did wrong, I would be thrilled to make it up to you. I’m very sorry, I really am. Can’t we work something out here?”

“Shh.” You leaned down and pushed your nose into his hair, inhaling deeply. “I’m hurt that you consider this punishment. I thought you’d like being mine.” You whispered into his scalp. The heat from your breath made him want to crawl out of his skin.

“Well, um, I don’t belong to anyone. I’m a person, not a dog." He corrected. "That isn’t to say I don’t enjoy your company. I do! I really do!” He felt a kiss pressed to his scalp. He had trouble comprehending what was happening. “But this is overkill, am I right? I mean, a collar and chain in a concrete room? I’m a lawyer, not the Hulk.” He laughed. You enjoyed seeing him try and charm his way out of any situation. It wasn’t going to work this time, though. You leaned back for a better look at his face. You slipped your fingers under his tie and yanked it so he would look at you. The obnoxious tie snapped off.

“A… clip-on tie? I shouldn’t be surprised.” You laughed and swung it around. You threw it behind you and snatched the front of the collar, pulling it as far as the chain would go. “You’re mine now, you don’t get to negotiate with me. You don’t get to leave this room without my permission.”

“Right, but surely I'd be of more use to you off this chain?” A bead of sweat ran down his temple. You let go of the collar, and he fell to his knees. He looked up with big puppy dog eyes.

“I guess we’ll see, won’t we?” You said sweetly and pushed his face away with your palm. He whimpered as he fell back onto his palms.

[depressopax]

The first - Part 1

Fandom - Breaking Bad/Better call Saul

Pairing: Multiple characters x gender-neutral reader (Nacho, Jesse, Kim, Jimmy, Mike, Howard) Genre: Fluff, hurt/comfort, one-shots Warning(s): Mentions of sexual tension, weed and alcohol. Cuss words Words: 1.5k Summary: The first kiss with the BrBa/BCS characters English is not my main language, if I make any spelling mistakes please let me know so I can improve my writing! <3 »» AO3 link || Masterlist || Request ««

The first kiss

Nacho

You and Nacho had been friends for quite a while during this time. One day, you were chilling in his house and talking and it kinda just happened. Having a complicated life, Nacho was scared to drag you - one of the people he cares about mostly - into it. But the sexual tension between the two of you reached a tipping point when you got into the topic of relationships.

“If things were easier, maybe I’d actually have time to find love” Nacho sighed.

“You deserve to be happy, Nacho.”

“I am. With you.” He realized how it sounded and shook his head. “...Nevermind.” 

But you’d heard enough to know you were not crazy. He liked you, too. Without another word, you pressed your lips against his. At first, he responded but soon pulled back.

“We shouldn’t.”

“I know.” 

Silence fell, and after a moment, you stood up, walking to the door before you felt Nacho grab your arm. Before given the chance to react - he spinned you around and pulled you into a kiss. With his palm cupping your face, he kissed you in a way no one had done before. It was passionate and needy. Afterwards, he held onto you, breathing hot air at you whilst your foreheads pressed against each other.

“Stay.”

You nodded.

“I’m not going anywhere”

Jesse

Jesse invited you to one of his parties and since you liked him, you decided to go. Little did you know, he felt the same… Opening the door to the house, you were hit by loud music, loud voices and the smell of alcohol, sweat and weed. At least 20 people in the living room vibing to the music whilst getting drunk and high. You felt a bit disoriented entering the place, directly scanning the place for Jesse. You found him sitting in the living room together with the friends Skinny Pete and Badger. When seeing you he smiled and greeted you.

“Yo! I’m glad you made it here.” After hugging you he dragged you along to the kitchen. “Something to drink?” 

“Yes please!” After handing you a beer, the two of you sat down next to Jesse’s friends and talked. They kept glancing at the two of you and grinning, like they knew something you didn’t. 

“Man… You’re so down bad for them, Jesse.” Badger mumbled whilst smoking his joint. Jesse looked like he wanted to murder his best friend on the spot, whilst Pete just laughed. So that’s what they were grinning about…

“Is that right, Jesse?”

“I…” He stuttered an explanation, but none was needed. 

“Maybe I like you too?” 

“If you’re playing with me right now…”

“Jesse.” You said firmly. “I mean it.”

After that, Jesse basically grabbed your hand and walked out of the house, with his friends whistling and laughing at the scene.

“Sorry ‘bout them. They’re such damn jerks.” Jesse muttered and looked at the night sky, his face turned away from you to hide the blush. 

“You like me.”

“And you like me, too?”

“Yea.” 

“Perfect.”

Without realizing it, the two of you had moved closer to each other. When he leaned down, you didn’t hesitate. It was like you could taste the smoke on his soft lips as you kissed. It was intoxicating. Afterwards, you both looked at the sky.

“We should have done that a long time ago.”

“Yea”

Kim 

Kim was overworking herself - as usual. And being her worried friend, you couldn’t stand the sight of it. During her lunch break, you went to her office at HHM only to find her buried in paperwork. 

“Kim, for fuck sake…”

She barely noticed your presence so you had to walk up to her and tap her shoulder.

“Hey…” she said absent-mindedly. 

“Kim…”

“I’ll be done soon, don’t worry”

“You’ve said that for days, Kim.” 

“Yea? Well why don’t you-” realizing she was about to snap at you, she went quiet really fast and looked at you in shame “I’m sorry.”

After some convincing, she finally agreed to leave the office and let you buy her a coffee. Seeing her holding the warm paper cup containing cappuccino melted your heart. She looked so calm, for once.

“I’m worried for you.”

“That’s sweet of you… But really, I’m fine.”

You were not satisfied with the reply, and she noticed that - since you had stopped walking. 

“Hey… What’s the matter?” she said softly and threw the empty cup in a near bin before standing before you.

“I care about you, Kim. I don’t want you burned out…” 

She stroked your cheek, and you could no longer hold back the feelings you harbored. When you kissed her, she didn’t pull back. Rather, she pulled you closer to her. 

“Will you stop nagging if I take the afternoon off?” You could only nod in reply, still in shock after the kiss. 

Jimmy

“Are you even listening to me?”

“Hmmm? What?” you looked at Jimmy, who drove the car. “Yea, of course. You told me about some clients.” 

“...If I bore you out that badly, just tell me, sugar.” he muttered before parking the car.

“You don’t bore me, Jimmy.” 

“Sure seems like it.” 

He left the car and you had to run after him. 

“Look, I’m sorry… It’s just, I’m worried, I guess.”

“Worried? Why?”

“You should hear yourself sometimes, Jimmy.” You hissed. “You’re dealing with some dangerous people. And you always put yourself in shit situations!”

“I got this! Ok?!”

“Yea, sure you do. Sure.” 

He rolled his eyes and continued walking. 

“Why do you even care?” he grumbled. You had to bite your tongue to not say anything stupid. Because what could you even say? “...And you’re back to ignoring me. Thank you, sweetie.” 

“Because I just care, ok?” Tears burned in your eyes, and now he noticed.

“Hey… Sweetheart-” he sighed, seeming uncomfortable with your emotions. “I’m sorry, ok?” 

He squeezed your shoulder. 

After a minute of awkward silence, he tried lightening the mood with saying:

“You got a lil crush on good ol’ Jimmy, eh?” Your reaction told him everything. “You do??” he chuckled. 

“...Idiot.”

“Your idiot.” he murmured before stepping closer - he tilted your head up and forced you to look at him. 

“I knew you got the hots for me, sugar. Don’t worry. I feel the same.” 

And then he kissed you. At first, you wanted to pull away. You were still angry at him - after all. 

But it’s hard to be mad at someone that kisses you like that. 

And the way he smiled against your lips - Oh god…

Mike

You had just found out about Mike’s work, and just what he does for his boss Gus Fring. And you were not happy. Saying “you needed to think”, you rushed out from his place. 

“Can you at least let me explain?” Mike hissed, following you - one step behind. 

“Mike…” 

“Please.” Something in his voice had changed. It went from the usually calm but firm tone - to a pleading one. It caught you off guard and you turned around to look at him. He seemed stressed.

“What?” you muttered.

“Please, let me explain.” 

And seeing how desperate he seemed, you couldn’t say no. So you listened to him, letting him tell you about his career and why he did it.

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

“Why would I?” he scoffed, but quickly realised how harsh it sounded. Before you had a chance to leave again, he grabbed your hand.

“Because I care about you. I’m not pulling you into my bullshit.” 

Your heart skipped a beat at his next words…

“I can’t lose you. Please.”  

And then… 

He kissed you. Just like that. And how could you pull away, when you’d been dreaming of this moment for so long?

The kiss said more than thousands of words. 

Everything made sense now.

Howard

You had known Howard for quite a while and he invited you out for lunch during one of his breaks. 

“Over here!” you saw him sitting by a two-person table at the restaurant, waving at you with a big smile. You joined him.

“Jeez, Howard! This place looks… Expensive!”

“Only the best lunch restaurant in town!” He said cheerfully, but you could sense some sort of… Nervousness? In his voice.  “Tell me about your day!”

“Well uhm… It was-” He looked at you intensely. It was both cute but a bit weird. “...Are you ok?”

“Of course!” 

After lunch - which he insisted on paying - you tagged along when he walked back to HHM and his office. Before saying goodbye, he stopped you.

“Wait! I actually need to talk to you.” 

“Alright… Shoot.” 

“I…” he gathered his thoughts and cleared his throat before continuing - or at least trying to. “I kinda… Y’know…” 

You couldn’t help but smile. The blush said everything.

“Howard…” you cooed, and then leaned in and kissed him. He was startled, but then kissed you back and sighed in relief at you initiating this. 

“Was that what you were trying to say?”

“Y-yea…” 

“Well… I definitely feel the same.”

AHSHSHS this is prob one of my cheesiest one-shots yet- HOPE Y'ALL LIKED IT EITHER WAYS <3 Next part will be "First date". If you like this concept like, comment or reblog! Would mean a lot. :) MWAHHH

[happy74827]

The Weight of Silence

[Nacho Varga x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: Sometimes hope makes the inevitable hurt even more. In this case, it wasn’t that you didn’t see it coming—it’s that you couldn’t bear to believe it.

WC: 729

Category: Heavy angst, Hurt/ Slight Comfort {TW: Mentions of Death}

I’m almost finished with the BCS/BB universe as a whole, and since I just can't get it out of my head, I decided to drop the most heartbreaking drabble I’ve ever concocted since this series is truly giving me an emotional rollercoaster.

Anyway, to start off with this universe, I wrote Nacho since he’s genuinely one of my favorites

『••✎••』

When the knock comes, your stomach churns. It’s too loud. Too sharp. It echoes through the silence of the house like the sound of a guillotine blade dropping. You freeze in place, staring at the door. You know who it should be.

It should be Nacho.

Your hand hovers over the doorknob, fingers trembling. You’re afraid to open it. Afraid of what might be waiting on the other side. But some part of you—a desperate, clawing part that refuses to accept what you already feel in your gut—makes you twist the knob.

The door opens.

But it’s not Nacho.

It’s Mike.

He doesn’t speak. He doesn’t have to. The weight of his presence says everything you don’t want to hear. His face, lined with years of things no man should have to endure, is impassive. But his eyes—they’re a storm. Unforgiving. Knowing. Pitying.

You’d carried hope—ridiculous, stubborn hope all the way to this moment. Even though the last time you’d heard from Nacho—er, Ignacio, his voice had carried a heaviness you’d never heard before.

You think of that phone call, of the sound of his voice crackling through the receiver. The pauses between his words were longer than usual, like he was searching for things to say but couldn’t find them. It wasn’t like him. Nacho always had a plan and always knew what came next. But that night, he sounded… done.

Still, you held onto his words like a lifeline.

“Stay safe,” he’d said, his tone low and careful, the way someone handles a fragile thing they don’t want to break. “You’re gonna be okay.”

And then there was the way he lingered before he hung up. The silence stretched as though he wanted to say something else. Something final.

But he didn’t.

You didn’t let yourself think about what that meant. You’d refused to let his tone or his silences creep into your chest and settle there. You convinced yourself it was fine, that it would all be fine. That somehow, some way, he’d come back.

Now, staring into Mike’s weathered face, you feel the weight of all the lies you told yourself come crashing down.

The fairytale you’d built—the one where Nacho outsmarts everyone, the one where he walks through your door and pulls you into his arms like none of this ever happened—splinters into dust.

You feel your knees start to weaken, your body betraying you under the crushing weight of grief. Your breath comes in shallow gasps, and for a second, the room feels too small, too quiet, too still.

“...Is he...?” Your voice is thin, barely audible, and cracks with the effort.

Mike doesn’t answer. He doesn’t need to. His silence is louder than words, and it fills the space between you with unbearable truth.

Nacho knew he wasn’t coming back. Mike knew it. Deep down, you knew it too. But hope is a cruel thing, and you’d let it blind you to the reality you couldn’t face.

The memories come unbidden, slamming into you like a wave. The sound of his voice when he let his guard down was soft and steady, like you were the only person he trusted in a world that demanded his loyalty but offered nothing in return. The way his hand would linger on your back, grounding you, protecting you, even when he couldn’t protect himself.

You think of the way he’d look at you sometimes like you were something good in a life that had been nothing but bad. He never said it outright—Nacho wasn’t that kind of man—but you saw it in his eyes. And you loved him for it.

Now he’s gone.

Your legs give out, and you stumble back, clutching the doorframe as though it can hold you up. But the truth is heavier than your body can bear. The world blurs around you, and a low, broken sound tears from your throat.

Mike steps forward, his hand falling onto your shoulder, firm and steady. He doesn’t say anything—he doesn’t try to offer you words that wouldn’t help anyway. He just stays there, grounding you in the moment as you collapse to the ground.

The sobs come then, uncontrollable and raw, and you feel yourself breaking apart. Shattering.

But Mike’s hand stays. Quiet. Still firm and steady. It was a reminder, a small reminder, that even in your grief, you’re not completely alone.

[justauthoring]

whole wide world.

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

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

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

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

"we'll get out."

"nacho—"

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

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

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

"it'll be fine."

"will you?"

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

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

your heart breaks.

"oh, mi dulce. ignacio."

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

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

"what's wrong, cariño?"

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

silence.

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

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

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

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

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

you were just worried about him.

terribly.

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

it's too late.

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

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

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

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

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

"i promise."

-

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

"ignacio?"

"hola mi amor."

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

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

you scoff. "you had me worried."

"i'm sorry, y/n."

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

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

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

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

this time, his answer delays. your heart sinks.

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

"oh," you let out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"i have to go, baby."

his voice thickens and cracks at the end of it.

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

"...y-yeah."

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

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

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

"i love you."

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

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

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

despite his promise.

[zomdoc]

Let Me Satisfy You ☆

You love him, don’t you?

It must be love, what you feel for him, because what other emotion makes a person feel this way? Or maybe it's the drugs that make your heart pound whenever Nacho is around.

Warnings & Ratings: 18+ Explicit — Smut, Drug Abuse, Noncon

Relationship(s): Ignacio "Nacho" Varga/You, Eduardo "Lalo" Salamanca/You, Eduardo "Lalo" Salamanca/Ignacio "Nacho" Varga

Words: 11,119

Tags: NSFW, gift giving, flowers, romantic gestures, established relationship (nacho is your boyfriend), fluff and smut, (rough) oral sex, blow jobs, orgasm denial, drug abuse, porn with plot, gender-neutral reader, methamphetamine, smoking, sociopath lalo, threesome, manipulation, extreme dubcon, drunk driving

Complete (2/2)

1 ; Happy Valentines Day

Nacho comes over with a gift for the special occasion.

2 ; Lalo

Nacho comes back for you.

[z0mbie-d0ct0r]

Cover art for my Nacho x reader fanfic; alt ver/link below the cut (18+). I've been painting on my boyfriends touchscreen laptop on ibis paint cause that's all I got until March, but I think these are good anyways. :)

(18+) https://archiveofourown.org/works/63119353

[tradgedyofus]

When the floor falls through; Nacho Varga/Reader

~ Ignacio Varga/f!reader (platonic)

Summary: when you and Nacho form an unlikely bond while working in an industry that is determined to destroy everything you care about, what lengths are you willing to go to, to protect eachother and your friendship?

- inspired by s3 ep6 where nacho beats up domingo

A/N: Hi!! This is my first fic so i hope you guys like it - icl this was mostly made because theres a severe DROUGHT in the nacho varga fics on here at the moment (istg ive read every single one on here and ao3, so if you have any /reader (platonic or romantic) recommendations they will be much appreciated 🤞), so I'm single handedly delivering this so the fandom doesnt have to suffer on crumbs 😭

Warning(s): non-explicit violence (reader takes a beating), mentions of drugs, past family trauma, you and nacho are too moody to admit that you don't hate eachother

Take a shot every time the word 'stubborn' is mentioned

Enjoy!!

W/C: 1.7k

- barely proof read -

The cartel was no place for feelings. The moment you let slip that you cared for anything, anything at all - you may aswell decide to wave goodbye to every good thing you know. It wont stick around for long.

Nacho figures it makes sense. Explains why the Salamanca's are all psychopaths, because there is no way in hell that anyone in that family is a human being. That much is proven through their lack of feelings.

He's done a damn good job so far. He'd pushed his luck by mentioning his father a few times but aside from that, his cold shell of an exterior was yet to be broken under the piercing stare of his superiors.

That was until you came along. A young girl who had grown up living and breathing the drug industry. Your dad was a small time distributor for 'Don Hector' and you being a 13 year old girl, supplied him with a weapon in plain sight, a pawn for his game rather than a daughter, because no one would ever suspect such an innocent kid to be involved in something so dangerous, right? So that was your childhood. Sitting on park benches at 1 in the morning waiting for suspicious looking men to come along and pay you cash in exchange for drugs, all for the hope that one day your dear old dad would look at you and tell you that he was proud. It never happened. And because of that you'd learned not to let vulnerability or feelings get in the way. They all already saw you as weak for simply existing as a girl; you wouldn't give them the excuse to let it become reality.

But as you got older and smarter, your father became sloppy. Sooner or later he got arrested and the Salamanca's made it your business to continue their business.

You were in too deep. You hadn't asked for any of this shit. But a high school drop out with no talents or qualifications aside from dealing, made you realise very quickly that if you wanted to get out of the game, you'd have to stay in the game until you made enough money.

Maybe thats why you and Nacho got along so well. You were united by your uphill battle.

Admittedly he was a tough one to crack. Sure you'd peaked his interest by going against the cartels usual demographic, and sure he was raised to be a gentleman by his father which led to him inexplicably keeping a protective eye on you when one of the guy's said something out of line, but this was all subtle stuff, he had survived this long he wouldnt let a stubborn, and quite frankly irritating, girl get in his way and mess shit up for him.

You teased him about his brooding, tourtured hero persona and he would roll his eyes and tease you back about how you were definitely too young and angsty to be involved in such intense business.

You would take the bait and argue back, not realising that you were proving his point as a knowing smile played on his lips.

So you'd roll your eyes and complain whenever you had to work with him.

And so would he.

But somehow he found himself looking out for you, annoyed when you'd mess up or do something reckless - and soon enough he figured out that 32 year old him was desperate to make sure that little old you didnt make the same mistakes he did. You were his second chance.

A sibling-like bond formed between you both (though you and him were too headstrong to admit it) and eventually you ended up hanging out alot. You'd sleep at his house most nights (or when he'd awkwardly had to tell Jo and Amber to go elsewhere after you'd teased him for days when you found a bra on his couch), and takeout every Thurday had become tradition.

But this unlikely friendship began to attract the attention of the cartel and you both became aware that you were feeling watched.

If anyone had found out that you didnt totally despise eachother, as most cartel members seemed to, it would put both of your lives at risk. Because if there's one thing that this business is good for, it's taking away anything you care about.

Hector Salamanca was more observant that you gave him credit for. He was a senile old man but he didn't miss a thing. And you realised that if you were going to convince anyone, it had to be him.

Tuesday, you stroll into El Michoacáno ready to hand over the money to Nacho for him to count. You owe $200 and before you enter you stash $70 in your back pocket. You've never been short before so you knew this would take him by surprise.

You entered the building greeting your friend and the boss before sitting down and handing Nacho your money.

Hector Salamanca's watchful eyes bore into you both as you nervously committed to the plan. Nacho, ever-confident, counted his meticulously, slowing down as he realised you were playing a twisted game.

Hector's face contorted into a sinister grin, his eyes narrowing. "Nacho, your little friend here seems to be shortchanging us."

Nacho glanced at you, an unspoken question in his eyes, and then he turned his attention back to Hector. "She's new at this, Hector. She'll get it right next time."

You leaned against the table, your voice dripping with sarcasm. "Yeah, 'cause counting is rocket science."

Hector's amusement was palpable as he opened his newspaper, his breath chilling. "Discipline is essential."

Nacho clenched his jaw, his gaze flickering to you, a flicker of concern crossing his face. He nodded, defeated. "I'll take care of it."

You stood up, and made sure to draw attention to the bills sat in your pocket.

Your heart raced as you met Nacho's gaze, realizing he understood your plan—by intentionally handing over less, you were forcing his hand, making him hurt you to avoid any suspicion of your friendship. His tough exterior cracked for a moment, revealing his internal struggle, but he knew there was no way around it.

You began to leave the restaurant, acting as if you wanted to make a quick escape, but Nacho caught your arm and dragged you to the floor.

"Don't make this harder than it has to be."

You smirked, though it was laced with pain. "Wouldn't dream of it."

As you braced yourself, Nacho's knuckles clenched, his hesitation palpable. He took a deep breath and then, with a swift motion, he struck you hard. The impact jarred you, pain blossoming across your cheekbone, but you bit your lip to stifle any cries.

Nacho's face was a mask of frustration and regret, his heart clearly at odds with his actions. You could feel his turmoil, his reluctance to hurt you, even though you knew this was the way it had to be.

Hector's chilling grin spread wider as he watched the scene unfold. Satisfied with the display, he turned away.

When Nacho finally ceased his assault, you met his gaze through swollen eyes. Slowly you raise an eyebrow, a silent question of whether he was done.

He offers you a grim flash of concern his eyes reflecting his reluctance.

"Get up." He demands.

You squint with confusion but the look on his face and the subtle tilt of his head lets you know that under the watchful eye of 'Don Hector' nothing could be safely communicated.

You stand. It's funny, Nacho doesnt do anything to hide his muscular physique, but damn, you weren't expecting a beating from him to hurt this much for some reason.

He leads you to the back room and shuts the door. The hum of ceiling light hiding your strained breathes.

Then, in a gesture that cut through the tension, he hands you a pack of frozen peas. It was a strange mix of circumstances that led you to this point, but there was an overwhelming feeling of gratitude for the strange camaraderie you shared.

Slowly, you sink to the floor against the pale, yellow wall and wince as you hit the ground.

Your head feels like its been poked with a hot iron.

Sitting side by side, the weight of both your secrets and the danger that surrounded them rested heavy in the air. The comfortable silence spoke volumes, a testament to the unbreakable bond that was forged. You knew Nacho was always there, just as he knew you were stubborn enough to take a beating to keep the cover intact.

As you sat, the pain in your body slowly easing under the cold compress, you shoot a sideways glance at Nacho.

"You know, this 'sibling' rivalry thing is really starting to get old," you quip, a wry grin playing on your lips.

Nacho chuckled softly, his tough exterior giving way to a warmth that only you had the power to elicit.

"Yeah, yeah," he retorted, rolling his eyes in mock exasperation before being replaced by a brroding look of concern. "You're crazy you know. And stubborn as hell. I could've done with a heads up - you're lucky I'm such a good actor."

You know deep down he's right. This type of plan should be communicated a lot better but trust wasn't a natural instinct for you, you were still learning. Instead you do what you do best, replace vulnerability with sarcasm: "crazy awesome you mean. It was pretty badass of me to take a beating like that you have to admit."

He laughs at that, shaking his head in exasperation before muttering something in spanish that you couldnt quite understand.

You break. A drop of vulnerability slips through the cracks and you allow yourself to breathe.

"Just remember," you whispered, "we're in this together, like it or not."

Nacho's tough exterior finally gave way, a warmth in his eyes as he nodded. "Yeah, I won't forget that."

And so, you sat there, side by side, two souls bound by circumstance, stubbornness, and an unspoken bond that felt strangely like the family you had always been looking for.

[killmurderfuck]

Nacho X reader. Please

Nacho flirting with a customer at his father's shop. Him leaning over the counter to get close.

aAAArgHHHouhhh going insane over this

Dropplets of sweat were dripping down the tip of his nose.

The beams of hot New Mexico sun spared no expenses today, even indoors where walls of brick and plaster would normally provide some sort of shelter. And it was only growing hotter from what Nacho could tell.

Many of the employees both inside and outside had unbuttoned the first couple levels of their work uniform down to expose their chest to the rare breeze that would bless them. That wasn't limited to Nacho Varga, the lone man currently occupying a wooden front desk, whose golden chain bounced against his chest if he sat down too quick.

A slow trickle of perspiration on his skin made Nacho itch to rub it off. But be sighed softly, continuing to thumb through a stack of twenties in his hand.

"Here you go, sir." The sound of a register opening and change clanking ripped through the not so silent shop as he took out a few ones in exchange for placing the twenties in the box. "Have a nice day." He offered a faint smile while holding out the extra money, palms turned up toward the sky.

The man who has been standing opposite of him across the counter for the past couple minutes offered a grunt and nod of his head, turning to walk out the glass double doors behind him. Probably to his newly repaired car; curtosy of Nacho's Papa.

Nacho sighed, finally taking a moment to wipe the back of his hand over his face, only to bring it back coated in a shean of sweat. He frowned. He had been meaning to get around to looking at the lobbys air conditioning, but simply hadn't found the time. Balancing two different jobs wasn't always easy and for more reasons than one. He tried not to think about that too much when he was at his Papa's shop. Still. That didn't change the fact that this place would start feeling more and more like an oven if he didn't take a look at the metal box sometime soon.

Eventually Nacho caved. He wasn't one to put things off a lot. And it didn't seem like any customers would be stopping by for a moment.

The quiet man disappeared to the back for a quick bout of silence only to emerge seconds later lugging a six foot ladder behind him like it was nothing. He was careful to keep it a ways of the ground before setting it down with a clank, keeping in mind the freshly waxed floor that his father had stayed out late doing last month.

Quick work was made of the activity. Just a few twists of a screwdriver, poking his head around to try and see what was going on, and reassuring his dad at one point that he would be okay standing on a ladder without anyone to hold it for him.

He was hoping that he could go the evening without anyone walking in, maybe moving on from the air conditioner (which had thankfully started working again after a couple hits to the side) to fixing a few other things around the place. Something that he knew his dad would appreciate.

Clearly that wasn't going to happen though. At least not in that moment.

Cool gusts of wind blew across Nacho's back, accompanying the ones in his face from the air conditioner as he screwed the top of it back in place. Shuffling behind him and the jingling of car keys told him that someone had entered—most likely to pay for a part they needed or some repairs.

"I'll be with you in a moment." He called out over his shoulder, voice as soft as always. No one answered him back—not that he expected them to. People tended to mind their own business around here.

Still. Nacho hurried to get back behind the counter.

You really wished you had listened to your last mechanic about buying a new car.

According to the stout man that had been assigned to fix up your rust bucket, you were just better off hurting an entirely new car at this point.

"I don't know if I could even do anything more but waste your time." The gruff man had said through a bushy mustache. "I can give you the address to another shop just across town that could handle this make and model better, but really, you're just better selling it for parts."

You'd taken the small card with the adress on it anyway, thanking him with a sigh before paying for the little bit they had been able to do.

He wasn't entirely wrong by saying those things to be fair. Unable to buy even the smallest of things beyond groceries in your fruitless quest for a decent paying job, you had been stuck driving the same blue colored tin can everywhere ever since you were sixteen. Not that you really minded. The only time it gave you trouble was when a road had one too many potholes. Most of the time people would come up with excuses to have ride in their own car anyways, not particularly enthusiastic to strap themselves down into the confines of your vehicle.

At least it smelled nice and was clean enough. You hoped that the people at this other dealership would give you some brownie points for that.

The employees had been nice enough upon you pulling in, if looking a little bored. And sweaty. Not that you could blame them—you had felt the blast of heat in stepping out of your car.

One had met you, shaking your hand firmly as you explained why you were there. From the way he ordered the people around your car to pull it around the back, you could only assume he was the owner. Or at least a manager. Nonetheless, he seemed nice enough.

"Ah Emelio needs to stop sending people here." The scruffy man had barked out a laugh as he released his grip on your hand. "He's going to start running out of clients! More for me and my mijo, I suppose."

You had politely smiled your way through a few more minutes of conversation until he gave you the instructions to the cash register, along with what you might have to pay for. (According to him, you were lucky that he even had enough parts laying around to upgrade your car, much less fix it.)

So you had walked into the small looking building sat smack dab on the drab premises. It wasn't much, but it was good enough considering you were someone who had been driving a car around looking like it had been tossed off Mount Everest

It was cool inside—much to your relief. Looked cozy as well. Had a few worn chairs and a funny color scheme, but you liked it. Seemed more genuine than the stuffy car dealerships sprinkled all around the upper side of town. Where the air felt like you were inhaling febreez stright from the can and the costumer service smiles looked way too fake.

There was a man too. Your neck tilted a little to get a better look, but from his position on a rusty ladder, you weren't able to see much than the back of his uniform.

"I'll be with you in a moment."

His voice was soft, which was a suprise. With broad shoulders like that and—again, from the little they could see—strong arms, he looked like he would have a rough edge to him.

"What can I help you with today?"

You took a second to sweep your eyes across his face, observing the way his jaw clenched when you did so, quickly snapping your eyes away when you noticed. The last thing you needed to do was make someone feel uncomfortable by staring at them. Even if he did have attractive features.

"I was sent here to pay for a tune up, I think? I don't really know but they sent me in here to talk to you."

He hummed, leaning into the counter with his elbows.

"Well, I can try and help you out if you want." The corner of his lips tilted up a little, a small smile blossoming on his face. "I'm Nacho."

"Like the chip?"

Nacho let out a breathy laugh almost inaudible to you, his eyes crinkling at the corners joyfully. You couldn't help but smile back yourself.

"I guess you say that."

"Last name Cheese?"

Another slight chuckle.

"Sure."

He liked the way your eyes shone at him when he leaned toward you. And you liked the way he laughed at your terrible attempts at a joke

Maybe your shitty car wasn't such a bad thing to happen to you after all.