Y’all So I Was Listening To Some Stuff And I Came Across Songs That I Thought That Fit In The Lacho

AYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!

Next chapter is up…and it is no longer called “Hail Infernal World” because it got too long for one chapter. /o\ “Hail Infernal World” will be Chapter 8. Planning for 10 chapters now - hopefully this fic will stop mutating!

Chapter 7 - The Quality of Mercy

Pairing - Lalo/Nacho

Rating - Explicit

“Was any of it real?” Lalo asked. “Did you ever care for me at all?” When Nacho didn’t respond, Lalo softened his tone. “Please, Ignacio. You owe me that much.”

Nacho took Lalo’s right hand gently in his own and traced the imprint the cuff had left on his wrist. “Would you believe me if I said yes?”

Lalo looked into his eyes, trying to fathom the fathomless. “I don’t know,” he admitted.

Can Lalo seize control, or is Nacho’s grip on him too tight?

I love how Lalo sits down next to him with food and pats his back like a old friend. Is no one gonna mention that?

I also happen to like vodka so...🤣

Lalo!

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what they smell like: definitely some expensive cologne, maybe an assortment of spices if he’s been cooking recently, maybe a little bit of gasoline, maybe like an old house.

what their favorite smells in the world are: the smell of his horses

what pajamas they wear/what they wear to sleep in: 

my favorite ship (if applicable) and a cute hc about them: obviously lacho. nacho will oftentimes try to stay up as late as lalo, but whenever he does he’ll fall asleep first and lalo will end up caring him to bed.

my favorite friendship (if applicable) and a cute hc about them: i like to think that kim was right, he’s bad at crime and has no friends. at least no real ones anyways. but he doesn’t really care. His job necessitates long drives all on his own, and he enjoys passing the time talking to himself. he lives in his only little world and he likes that just fine. letting someone else into it might ruin everything.

a song that reminds me of them: rid of me by pj harvey

what animal i think they would be if they were an animal: a horrendous little stray cat that acts like it lives with you and tears up you furniture and always demands your attention at the worst times

what position they sleep in: on his back and snoring like a boar

their favorite drink: they were drinking cognac in the finale and honestly i think that’s the perfect drink for a rich homosexual maniac like lalo. (i happen to also like brandy, so . . .)

a gift i would give them if i could: not to be crass, but one of those scary sex robots, because he has been so deeply betrayed that never again will he be able to stomach any real human intimacy. a sex robot won’t rat on him to fring, that’s all i’m saying. 

I can relate to this 100% also get those Jesus freak lookin’ ass jehova witness motha fuckas outta here I. WANT. MY. VAAS-MONTE-FUCKING-NEGRO

FAR CRY 6??????????

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.

The Lacho AU we wanted part 3: Lalo: “Dr.Varga! What a surprise! You know I would have cooked something for you, but there is no stove or anything.” He says with a welcoming smile that looks like it hurts ( and what do you mean he wouldn’t have said this to ‘dr.varga’?!?!?! )

And yes this IS Dr.Varga

This is soooo good and it needs more love ❤️

Watching Dueños del Paraíso, and I love Renato's expressions

Yes your right it is important because it’s Robin Williams and I miss him 🥺✊

important.

“Aaahhhh wiiirreee.”

“It’s copper.” 🤣

My favorite scene on Breaking Bad

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💯relatable 🙌

“you look tired” ok maybe i’m just ugly. ever thought about that???? hmmmmm?????