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Damn I’d be in paradise with this shit because I don’t have anymore weed man 😫

This weed tho ☺️🥴

Lmao 🤣 “magic conch shell” yeah no I totally agree with that especially with the ‘magic’ part because it’s a weed pipe

Check out magic conch shell 🤪❤️

Nice 👍

I’m taking a brief hiatus from updating the Only You series so I can work on my Lacho week fic(s). (Lacho week is July 13th - 19th - follow @lacho-week for more info!)

As of right now, the series has 10 fics, with a total word count of ~80k. (Yikes how did that happen?) If you’re looking for long Lacho fic, now’s a great time to catch up! 

Each fic in the series is connected but tells a complete story. The final fic, Reign in Hell, is currently at eight chapters, with three more chapters to go before it’s complete.

Warnings for dubious consent, violence, multiple partners (including a threesome between Nacho and the twins), and general fucked-uppedness. But if you love these characters, that’s probably what you’re looking for.

THAT’S EXACTLY HOW I FELT DURING THAT MOVIE!!! Everytime he roared my mom and I were like “YEEEAAAAAHHHHHHH!” 🤣

Me watching the new Goodzilla movie:

What a dick. I’m glad he’s dead. 😊

“You’ve never mattered all that much to me”

My Mood:

I really love how Lalo hesitated about saying that ‘confession’ to Nacho it was a beautiful confession 🥺🥺🥺

Next chapter is up!

Chapter 8 - Hail Infernal World

Lalo held his breath as Nacho and Marco stood together on the lawn. Would Nacho kiss him, and turn back to Lalo and smirk? Would they laugh at him, an old, injured animal unable to defend what was his? Or would they sneer in disgust at his helplessness?

Marco laid a hand on Nacho’s shoulder. Nacho heaved a sigh and shuddered, like Atlas might if someone offered to hold the world for a little while.

Anger flared blazing hot in Lalo for moment, but just as quickly burned itself out, a fire with no fuel. Familia lo es todo. The first lesson he learned, drilled into Salamanca children from birth. How could he hate his family? Sunlight glinted off Nacho’s ring as he raised his hand and placed it over Marco’s. Lalo’s heart twisted in an indescribable way when he realized that command encompassed Nacho now, too.

Lalo negotiates the terms of his surrender.

Lmao 🤣 “Of course, he will be out for revenge, but I can’t imagine him being a huge weirdo about it the way Gus is,”

It cracks me up that out of all the characters on Better Call Saul, Lalo is probably the most well-adjusted. He has a good relationship with his family, and he loves his job. He’s never stressed out and seems satisfied with what he has rather than constantly chasing more. 

He’s secure in himself and doesn’t feel the need to prove anything to anybody. Kim calls him a dumb loser who’s bad at crime and would be in jail if not for her husband so he should fuck off and get his shit together, and not only does he NOT kill her, he doesn’t even get that mad! He’s like, “Wow, my lawyer’s hot wife laid some hard truths on me. I really should fuck off and get my shit together.” 

And then he does! He doesn’t sulk about it. He realizes she was right that he needed someone to trust, so he works on getting his favorite guy promoted so he has someone to help him out with the hard stuff. Just because said guy turned out to be a double agent doesn’t mean Kim’s advice wasn’t good, and Lalo was mature enough to see that she was right.

Yes, he kills people without remorse, but as Chuck advised Jimmy, if you’re going to hurt people to get what you want, it does nobody any good to marinate in guilt over it. If it bothers you that much, just don’t do it! And if you do it, then own it!

Of course, next season he will be out for revenge, but I can’t imagine him being a huge weirdo about it the way Gus is, spending decades planning the perfect revenge and then getting blown up because he had to make sure it was EXACTLY right. No, he’ll just find who fucked with him and try to fuck them back, like a normal person.

That’s what makes him the perfect villain for this series. All the other characters are so anguished and are constantly wrestling with their inner demons. Not Lalo though! He feels great!!!

Aw poor jealous and entitled Lalo 😔

WIP excerpt

Reign in Hell, Chapter 8 - Hail Infernal World

“When does everyone get here?” Lalo asked when they’d finished eating.

“I told them lunch. They’re staying the night—Yolanda’s set up the servant’s quarters. Don’t think anyone’s going to want to stay in the guest house, even if we could get the smell out.” He glanced at the clock. “Marco and Leonel should be here any minute though.”

Lalo blinked. “You called them?”

Nacho folded his arms. “Of course I called them. They need to know what’s going on.”

It was true enough, but Lalo still felt a pit in his stomach. “And which version of the truth did you tell them?”

“They know we’re working with Fring.”

“And what did they say?”

Nacho shrugged. “Not much.” His voice softened. “Marco just asked what I needed.”

The pit in Lalo’s stomach grew larger. “And what do you need?”

“Reminders to the plaza bosses of our power, before they get any ideas. Everyone knows what Marco and Leonel are capable of. Besides, they’re Salamancas. They should be here. This is their empire too now.”

“And that’s all you want from them?” When Nacho didn’t answer, Lalo pressed further. “You aren’t going to fuck them again, are you?”

Nacho shifted in his seat and shrugged.

A cold anger brewed in him. “You want to punish me more—is that it?”

Nacho snorted. “You might find this hard to believe, but not everything is about you.”

“Then why?” He hit the table. “Ignacio, no! I will not stand for it!”

“Did you take too many of those pain pills, or can you just not get it through your thick fucking skull?” Nacho snarled. He pinched the bridge of his nose before continuing in a more measured tone. “Just so we’re perfectly clear—you don’t get a say in what I do anymore. No one does. Not Tuco, not Hector, not Fring—” He leaned forward and gave Lalo’s injured shoulder a hard tap, right on the bullet wound. “—and not you.”

Lalo was too stunned to react. Nacho stood. “Just shut up and do as you’re told. If you’re really good, maybe I’ll let you watch.”

Lalo stared at Nacho’s retreating back and rubbed his shoulder. That had really hurt.

Did he trip or something to make him throw it? 🤣

Me trying to get through 2020

Yep. 👍

man I miss being 14 when I was willing and able to write whatever stupid indulgent bullshit I wanted and feel like I was absolutely killing it

Nacho Varga is my favorite anti-hero

Who is your favorite anti-hero and why is it Deadpool?💣💥

Ok unpopular opinion but where’s Nacho and Lalo? 🤣 Because they would be pretty hot tbh if you think about it...

kim is the hottest but saul has the most powerful milf energy

Lmao 🤣

bcs + community

This shit is too damn accurate 🤣👌

there arent enough better call saul memes i have to do everything myself smh

Hmmmm....🤔

hmmm

I love the sound of rain 🌧 I think it’s very soothing until the thunder comes on that is 🤣 but I feel like New Orleans rain hits different tho

New Orleans ❤

Damn 🤣

Kim destroying Lalo

Lmao 🤣

bcs + 30 rock: how to use a honeypot to destroy a professional rival, according to gustavo fring/jack donaghy.

I love Katt Williams 🤣 👌

Drinking coffee and watching old Katt Williams stand up while I let my stomach rest from eating so I can go clean.

Consuming Katt content is an eighth grade throwback, and then tenth grade when I finally met someone who actually knew the jokes.

Y’all I need this shit 🔥

It burns so smooth until like halfway thru it gets hella hot lol

Truth 👌

high af at walmart like

“Wash your hands.”

“Get the hell outta here.”

Lmao 🤣 I’m dying at this interaction

Wash your hands

Your type consists of psychopaths and bad boys kinda like mine except I don’t like the walking dead or know anything about any anime

What would you say my type is and what does it say about me? 😳💕

This is very exciting news but that’s fine he’s not getting his own chapter.

Man, Ciro's role keeps getting bigger in this fic. But he is NOT getting his own chapter.

Sexy Tupac Shakur x reader

yeah that sounds about right to me

Your stripper name is sexy + last thing you googled

Nacho Varga x Delane Washington ( smut & mentions of abuse )

( My first time in a long time writing smut )

Delane picked up his blunt sitting in Nacho’s couch, and took out his lighter igniting a flame out of the gas station bought item, and brought it to the blunt in his mouth inhaling it in, letting the marijuana burn into fiery ember coals and shut the lighter snuffing out the flame, taking in a deep inhale holding it in and exhaling through his nose and mouth like a dragon.

He keeps up that routine for a while, until he leaves the joint in his mouth still letting it sizzle off smoke by inhaling it, and exhaling it with the joint still in his mouth as he listens to the booming 90’s rap music starting to feel himself be relaxed. The door swinging open, causing his own bald head to swing towards the source of the noise like a startled animal only to see Nacho, and calmed down inhaling his blunt only to not get anything and had to re-light it inhaling it, holding it in until Nacho came over after he put his stuff away.

When the cholo re-emerged from his room, he looked at delane and bobbed his head up in a silent greeting, as Delane pulled up the west side gang sign with his hands returning the gesture taking the blunt out of his mouth offering it to Nacho, who in turn takes it sitting down next to him taking a hit from it and nodded to himself as if to say it’s good shit. Of course, since he hit it too hard he started coughing while Delane had him covered handing him some kinky pink vodka. Once he drank the vodka and stopped his weed coughing fit, Delane turned to him and blew the smoke he held in in Nacho’s face.

Nacho kept his poker face on nodding his head, “So, it’s like that, huh?” He asked Delane, who in reply simply smiled at him being baked as hell and for some reason stopped his smiling and scooted closer to Nacho with a serious expression on his face, “You evah get sucked off by a black guy?” He asked Nacho putting his hand on the older man’s thigh as he raised his eyebrow in question. Nacho didn’t know what to say to that, not only because he was high, but because this is a side he’d never seen from the kid so, he simply shook his head as his answer.

The kid pulled back a bit, only to smoke the blunt he rolled himself and held in the smoke. And Nacho thought Del was gonna blow it in his face until, Del’s lips crashed into his and blew the smoke into Nacho’s mouth as they were kissing and Nacho kinda liked it so, he kissed back inhaling the smoke through his nose pushing the taller boy onto the small red couch, climbing on top of him placing his hands on the boy’s cheeks kissing back a bit more roughly than Del was letting on, until Del thrusted his hips into Nacho’s making him gasp through the kiss and he pulled back only to grind his ass into Del’s hips placing his hands on his chest for support.

Delane placed his hands on the cholo’s hips making him grind harder, and slid his left hand to Nacho’s right ass cheek and landed a firm smack as Nacho let out a hard moan arching his back continuing his grinding, “You like that shit, cholo?” Delane teased feigning innocent curiousity, as Nacho responded by grabbing boy’s hand placing it on his left pec and Delane got the message by worrying a nipple through his shirt for three seconds, when the younger man got an idea, “Hey, why’d you—“ Nacho began, but was interrupted by Delane’s hot mouth compressed on his shirt covered pec and immediately starting sucking at it through Nacho’s shirt.

Nacho let out a surprised yelp but, he then relaxed into it putting one of his hands on Delane’s smooth bald head feeling his pants become a bit tight and he felt his member bump against presumably none other than Delane’s own, causing the said younger man to glance up at the older man and started making his sucking constricted a bit more around his nipple. He started letting out heavy pants, and began smoothing his hand that was on delane’s head as if the young man was a dog; coaxing him as if he was doing a good job in just the slightest way to tell him to continue.

When Delane stopped, that was when he realized how soaked his shirt is from the loss of contact of Del’s hot cavernous mouth, that provided warmth that diminished once exposed to the cold air. He almost whimpered at the loss when the boy surprised him even more pulling him down into a kiss landing another firm smack on Nacho’s ass releasing a moan and was pushed onto his back, feeling his member harden was too much for him especially being strained down by his belt.

As if answering his prayer, Delane reached his hand down and unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants and pulled his pants down with his boxers in one go while also being kind enough to take off the man’s alligator boots too, simply tossing them to the floor unceremoniously without a second thought and gave him one final kiss and not just any kiss...it was the most loving kiss that Nacho ever felt and it began to make tears well up in his eyes roll down his face as his eyes were closed and he kissed back not wanting to miss this moment and be alone all over again, and not being at least deserving of this boy’s love.

Delane pulled back from the kiss and saw tears on Nacho’s face and kissed the tears away delicately, placing his thumb on his cheekbone; stroking the pad of his thumb on Nacho’s smooth face and kissed his nose, now realizing that Nacho’s legs were around his hips and he held Nacho’s hips up by holding his fat ass that everyone kept mentioning. He started unbottoming Nacho’s buttons on his shirt and helped him out of it also throwing it to the side and gave a couple kisses to his stomach, until Nacho lightly shook at his head to get his attention, “Hey, Del. You mind hurrying up...!” He said getting needy, making Delane chuckle and kiss him on the neck.

He let go of Nacho’s legs, and unbuckled his own belt sliding down his pants and boxers in on go also kicking off his shoes and threw off his shirt, and he noticed Nacho staring at his tattoos, so he posed and raised his arms in question smiling, “Ya like what cha see, ese?” He asked, and Nacho wrapped his strong legs around his hips pulling him closer into him. He didn’t need to be told twice to start. So, he retrieved the lube slicking his hard cock up and handed some to Nacho, and he slicked up his entrance fingering himself adding in at least three digits to stretch himself.

Nacho—his boss layed there on his back vulnerable and ready just for him his subordinate; a child that he practically puts up with and babysits in the business, but here Nacho is making love with the said subordinate, the first and possibly last African American cartel worker. “Alright, let’s do it, Del.” He said for his final confirmation, and Delane started lining himself up until Nacho’s hand laid flat on his chest stopping him making him look at the other man’s lighter melted chocolate brown eyes. “What’s the hold up, cheesy chips?” He asked Nacho, who had this thoughtful expression.

Nacho smirked at him softly and slightly tilted his head questioningly, “Didn’t you ask me earlier about me having my dick sucked by a black guy?” He asked teasingly, swiping his thumb across Delane’s bottom lip as Delane now started thinking about his question he asked that got them all in this and finally nodded reaching his decision. He lowered his head down once he crawled down on top of Nacho hovering over his hardened cock and took it in his mouth slow and in a rhythmical fashion earning a soft moan and gasp from Nacho as the older man gripped at his head.

Delane looked up at Nacho continuing his smooth rhythm for a while, until Nacho gently pried him off and laid his hands on his shoulders, “This will end too soon if we keep this on, I need you right now Delane.” He said in a serious tone, and Delane nodded finally lining himself up at Nacho’s entrance as the Hispanic man spreaded his legs and Delane thrusted his horribly aching, and throbbing cock inside of Nacho with one push as a moan emitted out of Nacho, as Delane sunk his teeth into his shoulder in a firm grip.

For a while Delane didn’t move to let Nacho adjust respectfully, until Nacho swatted at his flank to let him know to get a move on, making Delane openly laugh and kiss the man on the corner of his mouth and started moving inside of Nacho in a slow cautious rhythm, not wanting to hurt Nacho thinking about how hurt he was when he was shot and kissed the bullet wound scars. He even thought about when he got shot for his first time recalling that it was five times not two unlike Nacho. Realizing him and the man aren’t so different after all.

He placed his hands on Nacho’s hips moving a bit faster, eliciting a loud moan this time and nacho wrapped his legs around Delane’s hips tighter and moved Delane’s lower half deeper inside of him, “Come on, Del faster.” He begged, but Delane had other plans and shook his head getting a whine from Nacho. “We’re not gonna fuck, cholo. We’re gonna make love, and I promise it’ll be good.” Delane said with a wink.

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Now Delane was on his back while Nacho stroked himself and rode on Delane, moaning all the while as they both felt themselves getting closer to climax. Delane pulled out of Nacho for the second time and, had Nacho get on his hands and knees with his ass facing Delane. Delane finally pushed himself inside of Nacho working a fast past this time as Nacho bucked his hips meeting Delane’s pace while Delane had the courtesy of stroking him with his unoccupied hand.

Nacho was close and he could feel it, besides the fact that he could also feel that Delane was close too, “Del...I’m about to come...!” He said, but Delane didn’t respond verbally he only responded by going faster and gripping Nacho’s hips in a very vice grip, digging his nails in as if to mark him saying that he belongs to Delane. Delane kept up the pace a little longer, until he all of a sudden bites Nacho’s shoulder again but wraps his arms around his torso and pulls out when he’s let out every last drop. While Nacho let out a moan spilling his own arousal on the couch.

When he let go of Nacho he widens his eyes at the bite marks, and hickeys he put on the older man, and then looks at the scratch marks on his chest and starts feeling the sharp stinging pain on his back visibly calming down as if to say it’s even they both put a number on eachother. And their both ‘freaks’. He pulled Nacho on his chest laying down on the couch with him after he used his own shirt to clean the sticky mess up off the couch and threw it in Nacho’s washing machine.

Nacho laid his head on the younger man’s toned tatted body, and laid a kiss on Delane’s neck snuggling into his warmth, and then had an idea and tilted his head up again to give Delane a bite on his neck, when Delane kept biting him during their intercourse provoking a hiss of pain from the younger man and was rewarded with a playful firm swat to his chest. He called it quits, by laying his head down on Delane slinging his muscular arm over him. “Did I tell you it would be good for you, or not?” Delane asked, while Nacho jokingly made a meh face, “Solo un poco.” He replied in Spanish laughing, seeing Delane’s disapproving face.

Delane lightly shoved at him playfully, “Man, yo’ ass is lyin’. You enjoyed it, in fact you should’ve heard ya self. It was very entertaining.” He said joking right back at him, while Nacho shook his head smiling knowing Delane was right, it was good. In fact possibly better than good, but it was nice. It was nice for the fact that, there was someone out there that wasn’t scared of him and what he does that would in Delane’s case ‘make love’ with him. He never expected it to be a guy, especially an African American guy, but he’s glad it is.

Ironically the speaker that Delane still had on playing 90’s rap music started playing ‘Ambitionz az a ridah’, and Delane moved Nacho off of him to put his boxers on and started dancing while rapping the lyrics. “So, you moved me for a song?” Nacho asked feigning jealously with a smirk, while Delane jokingly shook his ass at him and pretended not to hear him only to reply five seconds after with a confirmed ‘Mhm’, and Delane grabbed Nacho’s arm wanting him to join and Nacho shook his head. “Yes, you are gettin’ yo’ fat ass offa that couch to be dancing with me.” He said nodding his head, pulling his arm and surprisingly pulled Nacho off the couch.

Delane kept dancing to help him get in the right groove for the song and Nacho didn’t feel so ‘shy’, and opened up starting to dance on his own and felt his eyes travel to his partner’s stomach reading the ‘thug life’ tattoo. He wondered why he choose that to get the tattoo, but brushed it off since it suited the kid and didn’t see it on anyone else but him. His most favorite tattoo on Delane he realized was the skull one that said ‘Heartless’, and the big ass cross on his back. He stopped dancing to put his pants his boxers on, since it was kinda weird to be dancing naked and then continued ‘dancing’ more like studying every tattoo Delane had on his body.

His body moved before his mind did and he realized he was reaching out his hand to touch Delane’s back where the big cross was, he felt the taller man stiffen and saw him turn his head in his direction but he kept trailing his finger to trace the tattoo and surprisingly the younger man let him. He even did to the ‘smile now, cry later’ theatre like masks, “Did you wanna be a actor or something.” He asked Delane, genuinely curious about the mask tattoos and Delane nodded. “Yeah, I did. Then my mom ruined that dream for me with her drug habits, and always expected money from me for her to get them. Which is why I kinda joined the cartel, she doesn’t know about my ‘job’—shit nor would her ass care, she just wants her drugs and so does her cracker boyfriend Darrel.” He said, as his eyes slightly glossed over with emotion.

Nacho shook his head trying to disbelieve that his mom and step dad are that ‘heartless’, “That’s not true—“ he began, but Delane cut him off with his teary eyed gaze making him stop dead in his tracks and shut his mouth quicker than a phone turns off, “Yes, it is, Nacho. I’ve known throughout my whole life, and because I used to be a blood gang member—I almost got killed doin’ that shit, I came home all beat up but all I got was her drugged up disapointed look and she simply asked me, word for fucking word ‘Do you have my drug money? ‘Because if not I’m kicking your ass out.” He said quoting his mother, making Nacho deeply regret his comment and saw through why the kid had sex with him.

It was Nacho who cared about the kid when all his mother and step dad would do is beat him, it was Nacho who cleaned up his wounds of his ‘family’s’ rage, and it was Nacho who gave that boy his approval, love and support through everything. He bit his lip, barely registering the tear that slipped down his face and in an instant he hugged that boy in a bone crushing hug, but Delane hugged back closing his eyes feeling safe in his embrace. “You think you’re worthless because you’re mother and step dad resent you that way, and hurt you. But know and remember this, you. are. not worthless especially to me and those who know and love the real you. Because I do.” Nacho confessed, as he has himself pulled back to hold the kid’s face in his hands and kissed him as Delane kissed back through his tears that fell on Nacho’s face.

Nacho pulled away and put his hands on Delane’s shoulders looking into the kid’s sad and damaged spirit, “Te amo, Delane.” He said, giving the kid a genuine smile and patted his back putting his shirt on. Delane stood there, for once feeling loved and realized how appreciated he really is by the people around him and looked at Nacho to say the confession back with his eyes.

The End.

A mood for me when I procrastinate instead of finish my fanfic I’m currently making on tumblr in my drafts.

Bruh this is me 🤣

me: so tired of watching the same shows all the time

literally everyone: watch other shows

me: No

The Ghetto lord and savior ✊